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Angela Briscoe Ch. 01

By: Egmont Grigor



Angela Briscoe 1: Unmasking

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Sweet-faced Angela Briscoe with sensuous lips and a flattering cleavage had become the darling of the partners at Baldacci, Guy, Reinhardt & Robinson, Attorneys at Law, much to the puzzlement of lower level attorneys and some forty-support personnel. 

Analytical or outright derisive discussion by fellow workers about Angela began around water-coolers, in restrooms, over coffee and in bars from the time of her appointment to the executive support team three years ago but lately had gained an admiring overtone. Angela now headed the executive support team, the most under-qualified person to do so in the legal firm's 127-year history. The only explanation for her unstoppable rise came at the time notice of Angela's promotion was posted. Management noted: 'Angela clearly was the most appropriate person for the position'.

Sensational disclosure referred to by the media as 'Angela Briscoe's Unmasking' came during the court proceedings into a dispute over custody of two children when Seymour Robinson, merchant banker, sought to divorce his second wife, Thelma Robinson, of Baldacci and Partners. 

The story began three years earlier...

THELMA

Leaning back on her leather chair, glasses positioned low on her nose to read the smallest of print, Thelma Robinson looked at the five names the HR manager had short-listed for possible appointment as minutes secretary, the most junior position on the executive support team at Baldacci, Guy, Reinhardt & Robinson, Attorneys at Law. Junior perhaps but it was necessary to ensure a professionally competent, pleasant and industrious person was appointed. That was why Thelma, as managing partner, would chair the selection panel herself.

Thelma had asked the employment agency to supply details of the top five applicants. Idly she ran through the list of the unsuccessful fifteen other short-listed candidates and one name jumped at her -- Angela Briscoe of Plimmerton. Thelma had been born and raised in Plimmerton and many years ago an off duty policeman, Sergeant Gregory Briscoe, had single-handedly saved her from harassment by three men when she was home from college for Spring Break. She smiled, recalling the gruff, powerfully built policeman who's taken her to his home to have his wife bath her bruised face. The three men had been left at the scene, two of them unconscious and tied together by their belts and the third strapped with the sergeant's belt by the feet to the top railing of the park fence. 

Thelma wondered could Gregory be Angela's father.

Moving on to other paperwork and taking three phone calls, Thelma then circled Angela's name and drew a line to under the fifth candidate scheduled for interviews with the note, "Please add." She then noted with interest in the background précis that Angela, although not staying on to finish college had completed a diploma in office administration and had acquired two online diplomas in aspects of sexology involving 300 hours of study and 20 hours of one-on-one counseling under supervision of a field tutor/examiner. How interesting!

During lunch with the six candidates Thelma asked Angela what her parents worked at and was told her mother was a volunteer health worker and her father was a retired policeman.

"What are their names?"

Surprised to be asked such a seemingly irrelevant question, Angela told Thelma what she wanted to know. "Margaret and Greg."

Thelma looked at Margaret and Greg's daughter wondering whether to take the risk and engage her. The other five candidates had superior qualifications and experience.

"You have lovely skin," Angela said, such a personal comment from a candidate seeking a senior job position that it quite startled Thelma, and that didn't pass unnoticed.

"That was a genuine compliment, not intended in anyway to solicit favoritism."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Very sure Mrs Robinson."

After the final interviews and the candidates were sent away, Angela said: "Who should be voted out of final consideration?"

The candidate with acne and the candidate somewhat coarse in dress, manner and speech received the minimum two votes so Thelma ruled a line through the names of those two contenders.

The HR manager asked Thelma which of the others did she prefer.

"Please don't be surprised because she received one vote for rejection, but I favor Miss Briscoe."

"Why -- that was the only candidate without a college or university degree?" said the office manager.

"That's conceded, but she does have a most relevant qualification, a business school diploma in office administration and is certificated at currently maintaining a minimum of 160 per minutes in shorthand and is trained to operate a range of stenography equipment. That is more that sufficient I would have thought. We are not filling a position requiring an MBA or a law degree and I do point out Angela has almost completed online studies to qualify as a legal executive. Is anyone opposed to my choice?"

No one thought it necessary to be that brave. 

The next day Angela was called in to HR to complete a contract and commenced duties a week later.

Angela was introduced to the partners at their regular Monday morning meeting. She entered the room and almost stunned Thelma. Angela's raven hair was down around her shoulders, her lips appeared puckered, ready to be kissed, her chest was reasonably sized and appeared very shapely and the skirt of her black suit was about five inches above the knees and revealed magnificent legs. Thelma sucked in her breath and looking at her three senior partners realized she wasn't the only person sexually enchanted.

After the introductions Thelma said, "Work beside me Angela. Just note main points for and against any proposal, note decisions and précis questions and answers. We only require very basic minutes to be circulated to everyone here plus Michelle the office manager before midday. This is what we have discussed and decided already. Check with my PA Cynthia re anything you are uncertain about anything or with me if Cynthia is uncertain."

The meeting finished at 9:20 and at 9.55 the minutes were emailed to recipients. Thelma called in Angela.

"Angela, that was incredibly quick service and I have only one misspelling of a client's name -- but only make the change to your master copy. Please open the door and tell Cynthia to bring in coffee. Please sit with me on the sofa."

Both women left the cookies untouched but sipped coffee while they chatted.

"Angela, could I be personal and ask would you like to socialize with me?"

"Yes I would like that."

Thelma said her husband was president of a merchant bank. He worked long hours and often ate out with clients or buddies. "I don't like dining out alone and don't always have friends available."

"Yes, I'd like to fill in and realize you'd not wish to dine with me where personal in this office are likely to see us, but if they do we just ride with it."

Thelma smiled. "You are astute and diplomatic. You are quite right. Even my partners would think we two being out together would be rather strange."

On their third dinner date Thelma said, "Seymour my husband is out of town tonight. Would you like to have coffee at our apartment?"

"Yes Thelma, I'd like to see how the other half live."

"I won't keep you up too late. The children are at my mother's and often stay with her midweek."

Thelma looked sharply at Angela when the younger woman said: "You may keep me as late as you wish."

The apartment was luxurious and the occasion excited Angela but it was not only her cheeks that were flushed. 

They sat opposite in deep leather chairs.

"Do you have a boyfriend or lots of them Angela?"

"Not presently, I've been in the city less than a month. I come from a small place you'll not have heard of."

"I know it, Plimmerton, where your policeman father Gregory was off duty one evening and saved me from being molested by three drunken men. I was home from college in my final year before going on to law school. Your father took me home and your mother calmed me. This is why I overruled the feeling of the selection panel and picked you, to give you a good start in your career in the big city."

"Oooh, I remembered when I came home from staying over with a girlfriend my mother telling me about you. I now remembered she used the name Thelma but I never made the connection when learning your name was Thelma. May I come over a kiss you, thanking you for giving me this chance?"

"Yes of course," said the auburn-haired Thelma, her dark eyes now smoldering.

* * *

Angela returned to her studio apartment well after midnight, tired and still sexually stimulated, unable to believe what had happened.

She'd walked over to Thelma feeling very sexy, so she ran her tongue over her top lip for Thelma to see and Thelma looked at her wide-eyed. They kissed, unhurriedly and long and when she opened her lips their tongues touched and Thelma's became playful. Angela's senses began welling and she hoped Thelma would engage a lot more. Neither appeared shy of being like that with another woman, so to Angela that meant Thelma was also comfortable with having same-sex experiences.

Thelma pulled away a little and said rather throatily, "Squeeze in beside me."

It was a wide lounge chair so that worked. They kissed again and at the next break Thelma said sweetly, "Do anything you wish darling."

Angela thought that wouldn't mean two fingers up the butt, at least not on their first time together, so she placed a hand on the boss's right breast. Thelma placed her hand over Angela's and pushed down hard and Angela felt the big fat nipple against the bra giving the impression of being ready to rip through the restraint.

"Lovely breast," Angela gasped, breathing heavily as she untwined her tongue.

"Dig it out but give me another tonguing as well."

Angela pulled up Thelma's silver and gold sequin-decorated top and pushed up the bra. A heavy breast dropped into her hand, the stiff nipple seemingly racing to tangle in her fingers.

Ohmigod, Angela thought. Ten days on the payroll and she was fucking the boss, or vice versa. That was unbelievable. Although Thelma was twelve years her senior she was in great shape and obviously had her body cared for professionally. Angela had long thought she'd like to engage with an experienced older woman. Well, this was it and she sniffed the boss's arousal.

As Angela sucked and licked the breasts and fingered the nipple and nibbled it she lifted a leg high and that was sufficient prompt to feel a hand burrow down between them. Thelma's fingers begin to stroke Angela's pussy over the panties, now dampening, and then the middle finger furrowed the slit. Thelma began groaning and then gasped into a series of shudders in increasing intensity and then she fell away, relaxed.

"I've just climaxed."

"Good for you, I hoped you enjoyed it."

"Yes, I really did. You have a superbly firm body. I regret it's getting late."

Well the compliment from madam and now the push through the door, Angela thought, but no.

"Do you want me to get you off?"

"I'll be okay," Angela said, preparing for the 'We must never do this again' speech.

"Are you sure?" Thelma yawned, and when Angela nodded said, "Seymour flies out next Sunday for an overnight business engagement. If I remain free would you like to come for early dinner Sunday and stay the night?"

"Oooh yes please," Angela cooed, obviously delighting her hostess.

They kissed good night with Thelma murmuring, "I'm longing to get my mouth over your cunt."

Angela completed the cab ride home on a real high.

ENRICO & OTTO

At the office next day Mr Reinhardt called Angela and said her CV stated fluency in French and Otto wanted to know just how fluent she was. She replied in French her mother was French and she'd spent the final two years of high school attending an international school in France.

They chatted and Mr Reinhardt told her to call him Otto at all times except in the boardroom and told her to be in the boardroom at 3.00 to take minutes of a meeting he'd have with a French couple who'd feel more comfortable speaking their native tongue. After the couple left Otto invited the 22-year-old to stay behind for a drink. She could feel his eyes on her ass shaped by her tight yellow skirt and pushed her butt back a bit to make its outline even more obvious.

"Sit on the white sofa and I'll join you. Do you mind if I lock the doors? We don't want anyone barging in to spoil our peace and quite. We have worked ready hard."

"No of course not," Angela said, watching Otto lock the main door and the door leading to two other offices. She liked the look of Otto so lifted her ass and pulled her skirt higher and quickly undid the two buttons on her tunic before he turned around and strode over to the bar. Without asking for Angela's preference he made a jug of Martinis.

Looking into Angela's eyes intensely, Otto put down the jug and two glasses and asked would Angela mind if he removed his jacket and tie.

"No, of course not. You are the boss and it looks like we are in for a session as the jug is quite full. What would you like to do?"

Otto grinned -- if a leer could be called a grin -- and poured two drinks and replaced the jug on to the coffee table. He sat very close to Angela. "Cheers," he said. "This is rather pleasant being here alone with you."

Angela waited until he was sipping his drink before replying, "Are we going to fuck?"

Otto convulsed into his drink, some of the spray hitting Angela and he immediately pulled out his handkerchief and dabbed her tunic over her breasts although most of the liquid hit around her waist.

"Do you mind me attending to you like this?" Otto asked somewhat anxiously.

Angela smiled angelically and said, "No, go right ahead but I warn you it's arousing my nipples.

Confident at that response, Otto chirped, "Do you have nipples?"

"Oh yes. Unbutton me and make your inspection."

Soon Otto had pulled aside Angela's lacy yellow panties and pushed in his pale narrow but long tool and as it stopped at a point perhaps farther than any cock had penetrated her before, Angela convulsed in excitement and covered it in fluid. Otto, sweating profusely, appeared not to notice.

Otto ground away methodically and not communicating at all. He added grunting to his sweating and finally pulled out and cried, "It's no use. A dry shot again. It's tension because I know my wife has taken on a lover."

"My poor man," Angela said, showing no disgust at Otto's lack of performance. She pushed him back on to the sofa and dropping to her knees gave him a robust sucking, working one hand lower down his shaft and rolling his balls with her other hand.

"I'm coming," Otto groaned, slinging back his head. Angela readjusted preparing to shout in triumph. She aimed the cock-head to pour the stream after stream over her breasts.

Actually Otto managed three pathetic spurts. "Oh God, look!" he cried. 'You've got me functioning again. Isn't that wonderful to see?"

Angela was disappointed. She'd watched the exhibition and was left wondering when would he really fire. She thought a guy on round three or four of near continuous sex or perhaps an eighty-year-old guy still functioning could have left a bigger deposit than Otto had. Still, he was happy so she should be happy. 

Otto licked Angela's chest clean and then kissed her passionately, saying she'd given him one of the happiest days of his life. "Let's do this often to see if you can work me up to shoot harder with much more sperm and then Lydia won't need to go looking elsewhere for satisfaction."

"Okay."

"You're a real buddy Angela."

* * *

Two evenings later Otto sprawled on his chair and unzipped, leaning back. He'd called in Angela who noticed his dick in his hand. She locked the doors and climbed on to his desk without undressing. Otto came forward on chair and she bent down ass up and facing him to rasp her teeth down his long tube.

Angela had just settled into cock-sucking rhythm when the side door unlocked and opened and in walked Mr Baldacci who stood, looking at the surprised couple. In a split-second Angela figured Otto was Mr Baldacci's senior so she was under protection -- sort of -- so looked at him without missing a beat with her sucking.

The somewhat beefy and pot-bellied Mr Baldacci lost his astonished look and walked beyond Angela. She then gurgled in delight as she felt her panties pulled aside and two podgy dry fingers were thrust inside her pussy that, thankfully by then, was aroused sufficiently to be lubricating. The fingers raced into a gallop, creating a disgusting slurping sound as Angela was coaxed into her first climax. The fingers were then withdrawn and replaced, not surprisingly, by a big fat dick of sufficient circumference to make Angela blurt like a stuck pig as it stretched her to gain entrance.

Mr Baldacci plowed her relentlessly and without skill until she fired, Mr Baldacci bellowed as he fired and that stress made Angela bite just at the top of her upstroke, right on the collar of Otto's dick and he fired sufficiently to make Angela's splutter and choke.

They paused for breath while Otto poured whiskies. As Mr Baldacci undressed Angela he told her since they now knew each other intimately she should call him Enrico. The men sucked Angela's gorgeous tits between drinks, none of them bothering to really clean up mixed liquids. When resuming Enrico wanted Angela's ass but she screamed no-way would she allow his monster up there. The men calmed her. Enrico lay back on the chair; Angela stepped over him, helped to insert and then lay on him and began matching his efforts. Meanwhile, catching some of the drips coming from Angela Otto lubed himself and began his great adventure, never having had an ass fuck before. She had no problem with his size.

Ninety minutes later, drinking the last of the whisky, the men shook Angela awake. They cleaned up, opened the doors and windows that the cleaners would close later that night and then went down the elevator, agreeing to take a hotel room as a threesome for four hours each Tuesday evening, the men sharing the cost and paying for supper.

THELMA AGAIN

Angela arrived at Thelma's apartment late afternoon on Sunday, tingling in excitement. Thelma had told her over lunch on Friday she'd never gone beyond pussy licking with another woman and was interested in Angela's thoughts. Angela said that never had been the limit for her so Thelma handed her two hundred dollars and told her to buy something useful to expand their sexual adventures.

"You're ordering me to buy this stuff -- have you decided to be the dominant partner?" Angela grinned, fluttering her eyelashes.

"You've got it Angela," Thelma said. Both women straining to touch had not touched, having at the outset committed never to touch or utter an endearment in public as their growing lust must remain their secret.

As soon as the door closed Thelma kissed Angela hungrily and then took the box offered by her visitor. It was wrapped in pink and yellow patterned paper and tied with a pink and red ribbon with a cute bow.

"Oooh," this is big and heavy, murmured the boss, shaking slightly, not attempting to mask her excitement.

"For obvious reasons there are no returns on any items once their sealed wrapping has been broken."

"Of course," said Thelma, "but in view of our relationship I must trust your judgment, don't you think?"


Angela Briscoe Ch. 01



"Oooh yes," cooed Angela, moving in for another kiss and thinking of Thelma's plump ass was before her for the taking.

Almost hip and shoulder joined like two excited teenagers, Angela watched holding her breath at times as her lover pulled out lubricants, two vibrating rabbits, two butt plugs and then a dildo harness with a thick and fat purple veined silicone dildo and a long and slender pink dildo.

"Oooh darling, I can't wait to get my lips around this honey," Thelma purred, pulling the thick dildo still in its wrapping to her lips and kissing it reverently. "Come, let's warm up in the spa bath."

The women had both chosen to wear resort-styled evening trouser suits Thelma in black with mesh designed to slim her thickening waist and hips while Angela wore lime green that set off her dark hair and the jacket was cut beautifully to enhance the showing of breasts that continued to catch Thelma's gaze. They stripped to splash around for an hour and limited their kissing to face and breasts and then dressed and went to the lounge for pre-dinner drinks, acting like conventional lovers. After dinner they commenced a mini-orgy that between sleeps continued until 11:30 next day with all holes being visited.

Over coffee before their parting, Angela said her biggest moment came just after the insertion of the butt plug and then Thelma climbed on to her into a sixty-nine.

"I adored the feeling of your tongue entering my pussy for the first time."

"You have such a sweet cunt darling that I just had to take my time and remember to keep you in the act and not go for it like a hog over an apple."

"You did it so beautifully and I came the first time so quickly. Well I had been thinking about that moment ever since we first licked almost a week ago."

"You did come quickly," Thelma purred. "I tasted honey before I really had gotten started."

"What was your big moment Thelma?"

"Very indelicate I must say. It was when bent over, my hands on my knees and my tits powered up but being unable to fly around because being confined by my arms. You were pounding up my ass with Long Thin Johnny, sweat from your breasts dripping on to my back and me bellowing like a calf that has lost its mother."

"You felt the drips of my sweat?"

"Darling my entire body was insanely alive -- I felt every touch, every rub and loved the pull of your hands against my hipbones as you bent into your work and your hot panting landing between the shoulders. Ohmigod, that release was the biggest one I've ever had and I've had reputably some of the best Jocks around tumble me over the years. I want you for my regular."

"Your regular -- but you are married and must have other men?"

"Agreed and add a couple of other women to the mix. But with you my dear I feel safe and you are so much younger. It is a little like being recycled; you make me feel younger."

"But your husband..."

"He's good, and expert at all holes but also keeps busy with other women."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't be, there's no need. Other people want me but you are something else."

Angela decided she should confess. Being earlier to confess it was quite likely Thelma would wear it. She told Thelma she'd gone a round with Otto and Enrico but decided not to add that she'd also had them together.

"Enrico too? I'm impressed. He's kept zipped up with me because that clingy little wife of his more than satisfies him, or so he says. Otto of course is a wimp and what he delivers is pathetic. No wonder his wife now gives it to his father."

That surprised Angela. "His father?"

"Yes, but don't tell Otto. He thinks Caroline is involved with one of their neighbors and that is true of course because his parents live close by."

"Oh, I'd like to meet his wife sometime. I feel perhaps I could help her to understand her husband."

"Well Angela, let me say this. All that I ask is that you confine your activities to the partners and their wives and my husband."

"Your husband no, because that would really feel like cheating on you and certainly not old Mr Guy -- he must be pushing sixty."

"Sixty-five actually darling. Then do we have a deal and for my part with you around I won't have to expand my little group?"

"It's a deal. I love being with you dear Thelma. Perhaps we could have the occasional groupie with Otto and Enrico?"

"Yes, perhaps a Christmas and pre-summer bang but only if I can start with Otto, as after firing once he becomes a liability."

"Okay but I suggest at taking a hotel suite -- there need be only one bed."

"Oh, I do like you and your thinking."

"Thank you Thelma. If the groupie is on, remember we should take plugs and a couple of strap-ons."

Thelma turned a delicious color of pink and she appeared almost ready to pull Angela back to the bedroom. She looked at her watch and sighed.

CAROLINE

The months rolled by. Angela had settled in very well and was receiving job fulfillment with no shortage of sex but her favored coupling was with Thelma. One day Thelma introduced Caroline Reinhardt to Angela and the three of them went out for coffee. Thelma departed early.

The much-too-thin Caroline apart from her noticeable breasts said: "Thelma told me this is something to do with my sex life."

"Is it?" was all Angela could manage. So it was a setup.

"Are you aware Thelma and I had a brief fling?"

"No, why should I?" Angela said carefully.

Caroline said she did have a brain. Thelma had set up the meeting and presumably that meant Thelma and Angela were now fucking.

"Fucking?"

"Yes, there are prettier names for it but that's my preference. What has Thelma told you about my sub-performing husband?"

"Only that he'd a disappointment to you."

"Is that all?" Caroline said belligerently, peering at Angela to spot the lie.

"Yes, just a passing mention."

The blonde with deficient makeup appeared satisfied. "Well?"

"Well what?"

Caroline said Thelma obviously thought Angela could assist in her marital relationship.

"Me?"

Caroline just stared at her.

Angela sighed and said oh God and Carline replied she often made the same appeal.

"Well Caroline, I'm strictly amateur with some education in personal relationships. I know a great deal about emotions, controlling them and timing release that has earned me the unsought tag of being something of a hot lover. If I am to try to assist you it is my judgment you need to be confronted full-on and treated like an ignorant teenager."

Caroline colored and asked Angela to continue.

"This is not likely to work. You'll just get mad at me and walk off but don't expect me to chase after you."

"Go on."

"Caroline, you appear to be selfish and up yourself."

Mrs Reinhardt stood, face flaming. She snarled, "You have no idea what you're talking about."

Fortunately it was almost 11:00 and tables around them were empty.

"Sit down bitch and listen!"

Caroline gurgled incomprehensibly.

"Walk away now and you'll remain unhappily married until your marriage ends, prematurely judging by the way you act."

Caroline glared at her tormenter. "I-I'll order more coffee," she muttered and walked off, taking her handbag with her, leaving Angela with the impression a dignified exit was underway. But no, Caroline returned to the table and sat.

"You are brave," Angela said with a welcome-back grin and was rewarded with a smile.

"I just must listen to you. It may be helpful. Have you had sex with Otto?"

"Yes, at his insistence but I was in the mood. Even so, had I been a lady I could have declined."

"Well, that's a frank answer."

"Did Thelma tell you Otto had a piece of me?"

"No, not even a hint. It's just that Otto has become, er, a little more perky, enough to be noticeable and two nights ago he actually left something on my breasts. He looked like a cat who's just lapped up cream."

"I hope you invited him to do just that?"

"What? How disgusting. God, he fails to thrill me and you want me to let him do that?"

"Oh dear -- this appears as if we must start from the beginning. Incidentally I suggest you talk cutely when inviting him to lick it up and smile adoringly and let him see you watching him perform the feat."

"Ohmigod, I can't believe I'm hearing this."

"I'll try to take it a little slower," Angela smiled. "Remember, I'm not a fully trained sex consultant. By the way, what is your attitude to anal sex?"

"Oh God," Caroline blurted, grabbing her coffee and swallowed, the whites of her eyes showing.

"That's my girl," Angela soothed. "I feel we are getting somewhere. May I suggest we meet here tomorrow at 1:00 for lunch and continue talking? You have more than enough to think about already."

"I should think very much," Caroline said, exhibiting relief.

Two weeks later, on Otto's poker night with the boys, Caroline was in Angela's apartment.

"I take it you and Otto have sex with the lights off?"

Caroline nodded and croaked, "Also with the door locked and the curtains closed."

"Sex is not something nasty and doesn't need to be considered abnormal or something sacred. I regard it as a recreational activity."

"Oh God, why am I here?" Caroline blurted.

Angela ignored that comment. "Perhaps that makes me a slut, but not in my book. I am, however, very careful and never, never, never commit to having sex if I'm already drunk as my judgment will be impaired. Now, please stand in front of me, face on, and strip right off."

Their eyes locked until finally Caroline looked away and began undressing. Within ten seconds she was totally nude and looking at the ceiling.

"Not good, not good at all. That was about as sexy as watching a dog sniff another dog's asshole. Please dress again and follow my instructions on how to undress in front of your passive lover."

"Are we to be lovers?"

"In the tutorial sense but if you'd like to really mess around that's okay with me."

Within a fortnight Angela had Caroline sucking off the strap-on dildo like a champion and taking it up the ass and ramming into Angela's."

"Ohmigod, the joys of sex," yelled Caroline, on her 'graduation' night and diving deep into Angela's cunt she obstructed a stream of release with her tongue and then felt her own ass jiggle and thrust as she squirted from her cunt into Angela's waiting mouth.

Office staff had noticed new jaunt in Otto's walk. Under Caroline's persuasion he was now undergoing professional sex counseling to remove the blockages in his mind that had inhibited him somewhat from fully expressing his sexuality. He was on pills and was capable of firing over Caroline's head but after the first time -- and she was really impressed -- she persuaded her husband not to waste it (she'd grown accustomed to the tastes of sex).

On Saturday Angela took Caroline shopping and forced her protégé to spend heavily on rejuvenating her wardrobe with a sexy overtone, appropriate for a woman aged forty-four. There was a new style haircut and that evening Angela was invited around to the Reinhardt's for dinner. She dressed appropriately, expecting to be involved in a threesome but no invitation was forthcoming. When Angela arrived Caroline presented her with a huge bouquet of flowers and she and the beaming Otto kissed her, Caroline confessing she'd told Otto Angela had been her tutor and temporary lover.

"You have done wonders -- Caroline is a changed woman. Please accept this as a token of our gratitude."

Angela was aware change had also occurred with Otto because the last Tuesday when engaged in a threesome with her, Otto's first blast went over her and caught the complaining Enrico in the eye just as Angela was gobbling Enrico to a crescendo.

As Angela opened the envelop and found it was air travel and three night's stay at a resort in the nearby mountains Caroline said, putting a wee cut into her words behind her pleasant smile, "Enjoy Angela but please don't take my Otto."

WATSON

When the deputy manager of the executive's administration team resigned due to pregnancy near the end of Angela's second year, it came as no surprise to team members that a junior was engaged and Angela was appointed deputy manager without any formality. They knew Angela as 'the chosen one' who worked very irregular hours, often stayed behind late and if she had no appointment servicing the partners with dictation or transcribing their tapes or whatever else she did for them, she could walk out and go shopping or watch a movie so long as she left her phone on. 

Thelma simply called in the manager Elaine and said, "Angela is my choice for your deputy -- any objection?" It was understandable Elaine said no because no one could safely buck the boss but as it happened Angela was superb at her job, and had recently completed her legal executive qualification online, knew everyone in the entire company who counted and knew the executive processes and principal clients as well as Elaine did, perhaps better.

Soon after that the elderly Watson Guy called Angela in to take minutes of a meeting with two IRS officials along with the company's financial controller. Watson's very competent PA was away on leave and he'd not found the seconded woman particularly proficient so called Angela to perform the task.

The IRS was investigating one of the company's major clients and the question/answers session took only a little over an hour. Fifteen minutes later Angela took in the draft of her meeting summary for approval, taking the shortcut through the boardroom and knocking walked straight in. Watson's trousers and underpants were around his ankles and he was stretched out apparently not succeeding in getting into full erection.

"May I assist Mr Guy?" she asked before the surprised fellow got his mouth closed far enough to speak.

"You've caught me out Miss Briscoe. I'm masturbating."

"Don't be embarrassed Mr Guy, we all do it. I guess you forgot to lock the door to the boardroom."

"Yes."

"Just a moment I'll check the main door and lock the boardroom door. No, don't rearrange yourself, I can help you."

"H-help me, but how?"

"How will you like me to help you Mr Guy?"

Watson was gun shy. 'Look Miss Briscoe, I don't play around with other woman, never have since my marriage out of deference to my wife and in accordance with my religious beliefs."

"Well Mr Guy, I'll have to become innovative won't I? Exactly what is the problem?"

"I-I can't get excited enough."

Angela grinned and sat on the sofa, there being enough room to avoid touching him. She undid her jacket, unbuttoned her shirt and pulled her breasts out and slapped them to make the nipples respond.

"There, how's that."

"Still unsuccessful I'm afraid."

"Hmmm, I can see that," Angela said, watching the limp dick being massaged. "I'll try something else." She dropped her skirt and panties, kicked them clear and climbed up and bent over the sofa. She spread her legs to present Mr Guy with the first adult's bald pussy he'd every seen.

"I-it's without any hair."

"Oh is it?" Angela said appearing unsurprised. "Enjoy."

She reached under her belly and began fingering herself and soon was caught up in her creativity. 

Angela heard Mr Guy grunt and say, "It's working" and then forgot about him as she double fingered as she thought about her consistently best encounter with anyone she'd had in all of her sex life -- Thelma, particularly when Thelma was roaring into her with a vibrator up her own ass while plundering Angela's smallest hole, now using an ugly thick black and hooked dildo.

Something went splat on to the back of Angela's thigh, bringing her out of her self-centered thoughts and she realized what it was and grinned. She pulled out her soaking two fingers and turning said with a fat smile, "Are we finished Mr Guy."

He puffed, "Call me Watson my dear girl. You have a big fat pussy and a rather wide- open hole for an asshole but it was watching the juice oozing between your fingers that really got me away. Oh fuck, look at the mess I'm in. I probably haven't ejaculated this amount in the past twenty-five years!"

Watson was in such a mess and to Angela it looked more yellow than white and she imagined it smelled like 25-year-old sperm would, not that it would be that old because even if he didn't touch himself it would periodically force its way out in a wet dream. She returned from his bathroom with a couple of towels and helped clean him up. Still erect there was not a wrinkle in sight although no doubt that would change when he deflated and his balls were really like...er...real balls. Huge.

"You are beautifully equipped Watson."

"Why thank you my dear. My gear doesn't often get a work out these days except when my wife's younger sisters come to stay."

"But I thought..."

"When I said I don't play around with other women dear I didn't mean family. My sisters and my sisters are excluded from that comment because the family doesn't count."

"You're a naughty boy Watson," Angela giggled. "Until today I'd found you a bit remote but you have real character and I like you. You can't go home with soaked trousers like that. Either go out and buy a new pair or stay here and we'll have some drinks until you are in a fit state to be sent home."

They stayed and had a couple of drinks when Watson said his trousers were dry enough as his wife would be watching TV and anyway her eyesight was not good after sunset.

As they parted outside the office Watson turned a little shy and said, "Look, it's Thursday night Angela. I was wondering if we could do this each Thursday evening and each time I'll give you a hundred bucks."

As Watson dug into his hip pocket Angela said, "No money Watson. I might be a slut but I'm no whore. Yes, I'll give you something to look at each afternoon but of course not the Thursdays you have sisters or sisters staying at your house."

Watson roared with laughter and then said he'd remember the extra service Angela provided when the next salary review came up at the end of the following month.

"Thank you sweet man," Angela grinned. "Anytime you feel like connecting with me via that big thing of yours just whisper into my ear."

Watson grinned hugely. "I said no actual contact and I mean it Angela, but that has to be about the sweetest offer I've received in forty-five years."

THE UNRAVELING

Six weeks after Angela was appointed manager of the executive support team, the satisfying licentious adjunct to the working live of the four partners of Baldacci, Guy, Reinhardt & Robinson, Attorneys at Law, tied into the vivacious and innovative sexual services offered by the delightful Angela Briscoe, ended with an unexpected implosion. 

It began innocently enough. The four partners and Angela met for drinks and supper at the home of managing partner Thelma Robinson. In the two and a half previous years prior to Independence Day and just prior to the Christmas break, three of partners and Angela had met in a hotel suite for a groupie. On this occasion Watson had asked to join them. As Thelma's husband was out of town and not due back until 9:00 next morning she decided to host the event at her apartment. Her children were staying with her parents. Angela had made it clear to the other participants that Watson would undress but would not touch anyone and would resent being touched. The partners agreed, happy to have him along at last.

After a few drinks the fun began. But horrors of horrors, Thelma's banker husband Seymour arrived home unexpectedly -- the Japanese clients failed to show up for the meeting, advising later they'd gone to a rival merchant bank. He'd caught the next flight home, thinking he's surprise his wife. That he did but the sight that greeted Seymour left him flabbergasted.

What Seymour saw was this: Everyone was nude. His wife Thelma was on her back on the dinning table with Otto Reinhardt standing at the end of the mall table, his thick cock stuffed into Thelma's mouth and he had his head flung back and his mouth open in a huge 'O'. Angela Briscoe was on her knees on the table licking Thelma's cunt and Enrico Baldacci standing at the other end of the table was plowing Angela's ass. Completing the debauchery Watson Guy was on his back partly across the table, twisted grotesquely with his head between Angela's spread knees and apparently catching juices dripping from her cunt while he masturbated furiously.




Angela Briscoe Ch. 01



Not having had a couple of warm-up groping bouts, Seymour was horribly disgusted and almost threw-up. He raced to his study and returning took three quick shots with his digital camera before the performers, initially confused by the flashlight rebounding from two mirrors, realized what was going on.

"Christ it's Seymour," cried Otto, sucking in breath.

"It's can't be, he's out of town," yelled Enrico stupidly, not missing a stroke.

"Oh hello darling," called Thelma, doing her best to wave.

Seymour screamed, "You bitch!" and left the room.

"Everyone stop -- disengage," Angela ordered and took command. "Right, we have to get that camera from him without assaulting him because it's potential incriminating evidence if he decides to do something about it. Thelma -- he's gone to the bedroom. I want you to go in and lure him into the bathroom. He may smack you up a bit -- can you handle that?"

"Yes, let the bastard try," Thelma snarled. "He had no right busting up my party like that. Knowing him he's already in the bathroom having a nervous pee."

"Everyone dress," Angela urged. "Otto, you stay here in case Thelma needs protection, you other two go."

Angela dressed hurriedly and went to the bedroom and found the camera on the bed. It was small so she thrust it into her bra cup and returned to the dining room and stood with Otto who looked very white and he moaned, "Christ, what a nightmare."

"You bitch," they heard Seymour yell and the sound of a slap as he hit Thelma.

She screamed, "You pig, hitting a lady" and Angela and Otto heard two heavy slaps and Seymour yelled, "You hit me, God that hurt. That's unfair, I'm the wronged hero."

"Asshole more likely. Get out of my apartment."

"It's half mine."

"Get out, you slapped me you swine. I'm too smart to threaten you. Just use your imagination."

"All right, all right. I'll take a room in a hotel and we'll talk tomorrow. This means divorce."

"Good, I'm getting my wish at last."

"Yeah, and I'm glad I'm getting rid or you before you turn into a fat cow. I'll be taking the kids."

"No you won't"

"Yes I will, I'll get a court order."

"Then get your attorney to talk to me you swine. He knows where to contact me. In the meantime if you attempt to grab the kids before a hearing I'll have you in jail so fast and you'll rot before your attorney facing my team manages to get a hearing fixture."

"Out of my way bitch."

"Don't forget to take your anti-bad breath mouth wash."

Seymour glared at Angela and Otto as he walked to his bags, phone to his ear.

"Goodnight Mr Robinson," Angela said sweetly, but was ignored. 

When Thelma came out in a gown Thelma snarled, "What a Christmas present" and began to weep.

"Look Thelma, why not stay at your mother's tonight and we'll talk tomorrow."

"Yes, that's a good idea," Thelma sniffed. "I'll get ready. I'd like you to ride in the cab with me to mother's. Off you go Otto and thanks."

"No, Otto please stay here with us until we leave. We don't want to give Seymour any ammunition to create dirt to allege against us individually."

"But haven't you two been..."

"Otto," said Thelma snapping into professional mode. "Simply hearsay made up by people with simple minds and out to invent situations. We partners and Angela must meet at a neutral and safe environment tomorrow and attempt to clear the ground and barricade our professional and personal reputations. Seymour's attorney will want to string this out into all-out war."

* * *

It was perhaps the most sober partnership meeting ever, no laughter and the atmosphere reeked of guilt, everyone thinking how stupid and opportunist they'd been, too focused on sex to think rationally.

Thelma drew on her years of intense legal experience that had included court work including appearing on both sides in contested divorces. "Our tactics must be to deny all allegations of group sex and in-office sex if the other side is clever enough to come up with that. We deny it and will be clever enough to accomplish that under oath, if called, to avoid landing in deeper shit if we make a slip and then are accused of perjury. Our aim, personally and collectively, is to minimize damage. I'm not giving up my children, if they wish to stay with me, without fighting to my last gasp. So remember this: if I go down it is likely you'll all go down with me, our careers in tatters and our clients leaving us in droves. This will happen to some extent even if we escape being taken through the wringer because the case will become a media circus and even if all serious allegations against us do not proceed some of the shit will stick. Don't think you'll come out of this smelling of roses."

The meeting lasted five hours. Before it ended Angela was held in new respect for two reasons. On the night of 'the incident' she'd purchased an identical camera to Seymour's at a camera dealer's at the airport and paid the technician to replace the internal memory of the older camera and its removable memory card because if the card had simply been wiped in Seymour's camera, forensic investigators may have been able to restore the incriminating images on the internal memory. By doing this Seymour was left with the engraved registration number of his camera that probably had been recorded for home insurance purposes. She's disposed of camera remains in a commercial trash bin at the airport and returned the camera to the bed in the master bedroom in Thelma and Seymour's apartment. The other significant disclosure was from Thelma revealing Angela had low-level qualifications in sexual relationships issued by a reputable on-line education provider. 

Thelma explained: "With photographic evidence gone, all we have is Seymour's version of what he saw against our concerted denials that we were engaged in sex. We will insist all Seymour saw us doing was us being engaged in simulated sexual instruction under Angela's tutorship."

The other three partners couldn't believe what they were hearing.

"I'll not lie under oath," Otto said, and the other two partners nodded.

"Good," Thelma said. "Then this means we have to work concertedly to cut Seymour off at the pass. We defend ourselves rigorously in pre-trail conferences, lying through our teeth if necessary, to ridicule Seymour's claims and if he claims he photographed what he saw we ask him to produce his photographs."

"Brilliant," Watson said. "We'll be mounting a believable explanation of four friends and their sexy support manager having riotous and drunken fun on the eve of a holiday break and hoping to learn something of academic sexual usefulness in the process."

"Yeah, and we won't be under oath," Otto said, almost breaking out into a smile.

"But the camera?" Enrico all but whined.

The three men looked nervously at Thelma who looked at Angela.

"I heard shouting and slapping from the bedroom. Seymour came bursting out, calling a taxi and grabbing his bags went outside to wait. I ran into the bedroom and found Thelma holding a hand across the welt on her face and crying hysterically. I saw the camera on the bed and neither of us touched it. Then when it is claimed all images on the camera had mysteriously disappeared I say perhaps they should submit the camera to forensic experts to retrieved lost images or perhaps one of the security devices at one of the airports malfunctioned and wiped all images on the camera. We all claim of course we had been unaware any photographs had been taken and the flashing light had been coming from the TV that was on a music channel because we were partying."

"Oh brilliant darling Angela. You deserve an increase in salary," said Thelma and the men nodded.

Weeks of nervous wait followed. Rumors began about licentious behavior at one of the city's leading law firms and then finally a Sunday newspaper named Baldacci, Guy, Reinhardt & Robinson as the firm behind the allegations and photographed the fiery Thelma denying the allegations. But the damage was done as enquiries from concerned clients grew from a few into a small torrent. The partners held an emergency meeting and entered talks with a larger law firm from a much larger city that had approached Baldacci, Guy, Reinhardt & Robinson about the possibility of a full merger.

The spin-off from that was Seymour considered he'd gained a moral victory over the wife he now openly despised and his attorney advised Thelma formerly that action involving immoral behavior had been dropped, the financial arrangements for divorce had been accepted and his client would not claim custody of the two children, aged fifteen and thirteen providing he received an undertaking that Thelma would engage a live-in housekeeper with responsibility to share in the care of the children.

The merger between the two law firms proceeded. Watson retired and Otto and Enrico accepted senior positions in offices of the mega-firm in other cities. 

Thelma moved two hundred miles away with her children, buying into partnership in an all-women law firm, and with great sadness severed her relationship with Angela to protect her already battered reputation within the legal fraternity. 

Surprisingly, after all the published articles and spiteful innuendoes against Angela in the absent of facts or confessions, the negotiators from the mega-firm insisted that Angela remain in her present position on increased salary and a contract for two years. Her underlings were moved sideways and replaced with new recruits, all older and married women. The new partners were two males and two females, all young, highly qualified and dedicated to winning promotion back to the principal office of the firm. 

On the first day of the new regime, with most former clients already indicating they'd be returning, Angela felt uncomfortable, knowing she was being scrutinized. Each of the partners had called her in to their offices to interview her and that made Angela very uptight. Near the end of the working day as she drafted her resignation Angela received a call to the boardroom by the junior partner Veronica. Angela quickly finished off the resignation, signed the printout and pocketed it. She entered the boardroom thinking she'd slam the resignation on the table as soon as mention was made about entering her into the termination process.

"Ah Angela," greeted the managing partner, David Wall, standing and smiling. "This is just an informal meeting and we wish to talk to you about procedures. Under the previous management would meetings normally begin with you sucking off the chairman?"

Angela's face flamed before her brain double-checked what she'd just heard, or what she thought she'd just heard. She sat dumbfounded.

"Oh come Angela, don't be shy," Anna simpered. "I need to be taught how to take it up the ass."

"I have written out a list of the toys and enhancements we think we'll need," Veronica said shyly. "You may add to it of course."

"But...but..."

"Angela darling," soothed Clifford. "You are being acknowledged as the hottest property in nationwide law today. Why do you think our firm moved so rapidly to secure you and retain you in your environment? We know the headhunters will soon move in so you must give us written evidence of offers and they'll be covered -- orders from above. You soon will be promoted to our corporate headquarters where you will have 24/7 protection against police and media investigators as well as headhunters. Your are our mega-company's priceless human resource."

Clifford removed his tie and shirt, revealing abs that caused Angela's panties to dampen.

David was undoing his tie and Anna was down to removing her bra. But when sweet Veronica simply pulled up her skirt and revealing there were no panties to remove, Angela gulped, eyeing an adorably looking and neatly trimmed blonde-haired pussy.

"That's probably the finest honey-pot in nationwide law," David said proudly.

"Oooh," Angela said, getting it together at last. "Kick your shoes off Veronica and jump up on to the table, cunt facing me. Adopt spider position with your butt off the table, legs spread wide, your feet on this side of the table."

Angela thrust out and waggled her incredibly long, narrow tongue. Veronica groaned and immediately began leaking drips on to the oak tabletop.

"Ohmigod," Anna screamed, bringing up one of her breast's to suck the engorging nipple. "Lock the doors Clifford and use the electronic detector to sweep for hidden cameras and other devices. Close the window shades David."

Angela tongue just touched the side of Veronica's outer labia and Angela immediately tasted a release of honey. She sighed and wondered hopefully if the unmarried Veronica was seeking a roommate.

PART 2 TO FOLLOW



Angela Briscoe Ch. 02



2: Early Years

Sweet-faced Angela Briscoe with sensuous lips and a flattering cleavage had become the darling of management at Baldacci, Guy, Reinhardt & Robinson, Attorneys at Law, before her unmasking. It would have been her sensational unmasking but for an amazing substantial cover-up. In this episode Angela's entry into adulthood is outlined. 

POST-ADOLESCENCE & ROD

Angela Briscoe's introduction to real sex came unexpectedly when she was nineteen. It was a leap forward from what she'd experienced with girlfriends.

A motor vehicle service center customer liaison guy called Rod drove Angela home after she was told apologetically her mother's car would not be ready until sometime next morning. Her parents were out and without thinking she invited Rod in for coffee as he'd been chatting to her and smiling so lovely. Rod said a coffee would be great and Angela led him into the house, having failed to discern what kind of smile Rod, approaching forty, had been exhibiting. 

Turning around with the coffee Angela almost dropped the pot at the sight of Rod standing calmly, unzipped, with his very erect dick in his hand. Her tongue shot to the roof of her mouth and her voice box became paralytic.

Rod leered, "Like what you see?"

Of course Angela said the wrong things once her voice slurred back into use. She'd been skinny dipping with her friends including guys but this was BIG. "Ohmigod, it's big."

Rod walked over to her, Angela said she wasn't going to be with him and besides it was too big to fit into her. Encouraged by that Rod said they'd have to see about that wouldn't they and Angela was so close to fainting she couldn't think of a reply. Rod lifted her around his hips and she hung on to avoid falling on to the floor. Rod pulled her panties aside and filled her, making her blurt and that made him laugh like crazy.

Angela remained still, even when Rod began pumping. She'd been on the pill two years at her mother's insistence and now realized this was the very occasion her mother had been thinking about. She felt Rod explode inside her and felt his sperm running down her leg as he pulled out.

"Oh fuck, you're so tight. Can we date? I'm divorced and will soon remarry but you're a sweet kid and appear to know nothing about sex. I'm no expert but will enjoy teaching you what you should be doing and how to talk to a man. Heh-heh-heh."

The bit about learning how to talk to a man awakened Angela's interest. "Yes, be my teacher. I'd like that."

After four dates with Rod banging her several times on each occasion Angela dumped him in sympathy for his fiancée, also a divorcee. Angela thought it would be unkind of her to wreck the other women's second chance of marriage so, as soon as she found Rod was struggling to teach her anything new, she told him gently he was far too old for her.

Best friend Kathy listened wide-eyed as she learned about ex-Rod.

"Ohmigod, that almost amounted to uninvited attention."

"Well I didn't push him away that first time or even say no. When he threw me on to his hips I thought he was about to walk me to the bedroom where I would have cried him off."

"God Angela, you are so inexperienced. You should have started when we all started – it's part of the growing up process."

"No one told me that, ever!"

"Oh darling, what am I going to do with you," Kathy said, hugging her best friend.

"You could think about asking your brother to have sex with me."

"Ashley? Sorry Angela, he's so useless that he fires before he gets it in."

Angela wondered how Kathy could be so well informed. "No, I meant Andrew."

Kathy pushed her away, looking at Angela in astonishment. "Angela, he's almost thirty and is happily married with two darling children, my niece and nephew."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Tell him I'm interested."

"No."

"Well, that's okay."

Kathy looked alarmed and asked what did Angela mean and was told although feeling bitter about being rebuffed by Kathy she would still be Angela's friend.

"My God, one screw and you're turning into a female fatale."

"Don't be ridiculous. Men hate women like that."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Oh yeah and yeah what?" asked Kathy's sister Annie, walking into the room with two-year-old Tommy.

The two younger women almost collapsed in shock.

Recovering first Angela said calmly, "Kathy says men hate women who act as female fatale's and I disagree with her. What do you think Annie?"

"It would depend on the type of male darling. My Andrew likes his woman to be soft and cuddly, even when he's randy and drunk. He's often told me that's his preference."

Angela heard Kathy gurgling and took that as a warning to keep her mouth closed. But she knew this situation was prime time for her. "I was asking Kathy to introduce me to a guy who could teach me the more advanced things about sex."

Kathy groaned and fell against Angela, her fingers gripping Angela's arm muscle so painfully Angela squealed.

"Kathy, don't you dare attempt to exclude me from girl's talk," Annie scolded. "It's a bit like sex, I don't get enough of either these days."

Rubbing her arm Angela turned and scowled at Kathy who was staring at her blonde sister-nm-law, mouth open.

"Rod says a woman only has to wiggle her ass and draw as hand up and over her left breast, slowly and just the once, and the guy receiving this attention knows he'd as good as in."

"In what?" Kathy asked weakly and flushed when the other two females looked at her as if she was from another planet. 

Annie took raven-headed Angela by the good arm and leading her to the table. She licked her lips and said gently, "Let's talk darling. I want to know everything this Rod said to you about sex and how well did Rod use his rod." 

Kathy with her brown eyes huge sat opposite them and watched her sister verbally cut open her best friend with the skill of a thoracic surgeon.

The next day Annie called. "Angela, forgive me for interfering but I'm doing this for your own good. My twin brother Scott recently home from five years' overseas has not yet settled into a regular relationship. I mention you wanting to be dated by an experienced guy and his chin almost hit the ground. May he call you? I can vouch that he's very good."

"Yes please Annie. God, you are such a darling," Angela said, wondering how both Annie and Kathy knew just how good their brothers were at sex. 

"Darling you're helped me more than you'll ever know. I was reading in the lounge last night and Andy was glued on sport on TV. I recalled that jerk Rod's comment you shared with us about the hand over a tit theory, I yawned and pushed my breasts forward and Andy took no notice. So I did exactly what you told me. Looking at what I was doing I ran my hand up slowly over my left breast, just the once and suddenly Andy was all over me. He had his tongue down my throat and had a handful of breast. He paused for breath and said, 'Feeling a little sexy huh? I haven't been getting the signals lately baby, so thought you were losing interest'. We roared into it. It was fabulous and I gave him that advice Rod gave you – whenever he sees me bent over doing something and nobody is around to jump at me and more than half the time he'll find I'll cooperate fully."

"Good girl," said the young consultant.

"You know Angela, you should consider taking formal tuition about sex relationships as you are so open and have such a wonderful delivery that people you attempt to advise will take on board what you say. No way could Kathy had spoken so emphatically to me as you did and in all probability she's probably more sexual experienced than I am." 

"Oh go on."

"Listen you unbeliever, why don't you when in a quiet moment with Andy ask him what he gave Kathy for her high school graduation present and with my consent she comes over and stays with him and the kids whenever I need to take a break with the girlfriends. We sometimes have a threesome."

Angela faked innocence as she'd been with girlfriends, "A threesome?"

"Oh God, you have so much to learn your poor darling.

SCOTT

Scott turned out to be such a darling, almost a clone of Annie. Also blond he had the same wide blue eyes but his chest was flat and he stood at three inches taller. Like Annie, he didn't mince words. As they emerged from the movie Scott pulled Angela to face him. "Would you prefer to fuck now or after dinner?"

Use of the f-word colored Angela's cheeks and she knew he was watching for that.

"Why not fuck now and again after dinner?" she said calmly and gave no sign of enjoying Scott's surprised look.

"Hmmm. Now I know why Annie said I would find you to be a cute little receptacle."

"These are a little big for me to be called little," Angela smiled, cupping and lifting her breasts at him, people leaving and entering the cinema milling around them. Scott broke into a male grin that Angela was learning to identify.

Scott's vehicle was a pickup with a bench seat. Angela had already figured out that would be Scott's choice of that vehicle because he was on the loose, it looked sexy and came with a throaty powerful motor that guys seem to like. As soon as he ran the vehicle under the trees beside the river she leaned into him and ran her fingers through his hair and groaned and then kissed his ear lobe.

"What's going on here?" he asked, turning to peer at Angela. "Annie said until quite recently you had never been with a guy."

"That's very true and I have so much to learn," she cooed, looking at Scott under lowered eyelids. "I was attempting to be sexy, thinking you'd like it. Sorry I appear to have goofed."

"Goofed?" Scott choked, back-pedaling furiously. "That was amazingly provocative. Here feel. I'm hard already."

"I thought I wasn't supposed to make out on the first date?"

"Give me your fucking hand," Scott hissed, thinking Angela's hot cunt was in danger of slipping from his imminent grasp. In his anxiety to commit her to action he almost dislocated Angela's shoulder as he grabbed her arm and smacked her hand right on target.

"Oooh, it feels ready but it's not all that large."

"Huh?"

"No problem Scott providing it's capable of ejaculating up my well-ready vagina."

"Huh?"

"Oh I see. One of those men I've heard about who lose their tongue when engaging in sex."

"Oh yeah," Scott growled, appreciatively, having been given an idea. "I'll bury my tongue."

He pushed Angela back against her door and flipped up her left leg between his body and the seat, all in one smooth movement. He then tore off her panties and dropped between her legs to bury his tongue, hearing her say, "Good God Scott, we haven't even kissed yet." He then felt her fingers combing his hair.

Moving into work with tongue and fingers, Scott was determined to bring Angela to the biggest climax in her young life. She'd be left a quivering, drained wreck and he'd have to carry her into her house and lie to her parents that she'd fainted because of the horrible end to the movie. 

Two hours later through blurred vision, Scott watched Angela prance to the door of her parents' house and turn to blow him a kiss and deliver a cute goodnight wave. She then zapped through the doorway like a teenager with hormonal overload. He groaned, lightly touching his balls that felt like they'd been turned inside out and emptied even of blood supply. 

Scott staggered to bed and had just closed his eyes when his phone went. Fortunately it practically fell into his hand and he thought should the caller be that young nymphomaniac he'd not answer.

"Hello Annie," he sighed.

"Oh darling, I'm sorry to have awakened you. Two kisses after the movie and she demanded to be taken home. In a bad-tempered pique you masturbated and feel asleep?"

"I would be feeling better than I do now had that happened."

"Oh God, you two were in a vehicle accident."

"No such luck. Annie, swear to me you'll not tell anyone about what I'm going to tell you, not even hint about it."

"Oh God, I so swear. You were the center of a groupie?"

"That's a much closer guess Annie. Now here's the truth: your sweet almost 20-year-old friend totally and utterly fucked me legless."

In disbelief Annie said, "Who you? The guy who can..."

"I know Annie – three women in one hour, two of them twice in no-stop action and you were one of those women so know it wasn't fabrication. But tonight was just her and me and I was out to make her deliver a pint of cum. I'd just begun sucking her out when she began fingering inside my earhole."

"Well that's nothing new, I do that."

"Yes, but it was her touch – just like gossamer. I pulled away and yelled at her to stop, but as soon as I resuming tonguing and fingering she was at it again and before I could blurt to her to stop I shot my first load into my undies and the goo soaked through my best pair of trousers."

It irritated Scott to hear Annie smothering her laughter into her hand.

"Oh darling, how embarrassing for you. Tell me more."

Scott said he was attempting to bring Angela to climax. His tongue was aching at the roots so he took a rest and asked when was she likely to climax.

"She said oh right now if that was what I wanted and told me to spread her inner lips and press my mouth against her cunt."

"She used that word?"

"Yes. Well I had just made contract when she sighed, shuddered and delivered at least a teaspoon of honey into my mouth."

"Honey or nectar?"

"Who cares? It was Silver Service delivery. Just as I was about to swallow she paused to scoop some of it into her mouth to taste. I pulled up on to her – she was still fully dressed apart from panties – and I seemed to catch her excitement. She opened her mouth, I saw her very long tongue with a sharp point and was imaging that up my ass when she gripped high up on the inside of my thigh and I grunted. I saw red and yellow dots in front of my eyes. I dropped the complete load of her honey from my mouth into her mouth and then shot a full load into my underpants again."

Annie sniggered, "Oh you poor man, how embarrassing for you. How did she know to put you through those moves."

"She didn't and I'm convinced she was telling the truth. All she said was she thought it was the right thing to do."

"Ohmigod."

"What?" Scott asked, sensing his twin was on to something.

"Not just now, go on."

"She then asked could we fuck now – those were her words. So we undressed and she opened up for me and I slid in and she sounded so surprised and said she felt tight around me although my cock wasn't as thick as Rod's. Rod was the first guy to fuck her and that was only six weeks ago."

"Well, only a near virgin would be surprised at discovering just how flexible is her vagina."

"My thoughts exactly sis. She then told me to cry out when I wanted her to cum so I did, and she creamed over my dick beautifully and I then filled her with a real beauty."

"Filled?"

"Oh come on Annie. I'm a guy and we like to think of a load as a pint rather than two-thirds of a teaspoon."

"Whatever. Then what?"

She knew Doggie so we did that and when I yelled I was coming she used her muscles to squeeze me stupid. I almost passed out. I fell back and she wriggled over my face and creamed over it. We rested and she told me she had perfected the practice with her dildos to ejaculate only when she visualized herself as ejaculating."

Annie was most interested to hear that.

"I taught her Cowgirl and I finished a big ragged and made the mistake that if she turned the position became Reverse Cowgirl. I apologized that I didn't think I could cum again in such a short time but she raced into her new move and then when I pleaded with her to stop she squeezed my dick internally and then stroked and squeezed my balls and I fainted, knowing she'd drained me dry."

Annie laughed and said that was an experience for Scott to relate in his memoirs. 

Scott challenged, "So what is it you think?"

"Our friend Angela is one of those women who pop up from time to time and have done so throughout history."

"Women born to fuck?"

"Precisely and I'm accepting responsibility to help Angela to develop her sexuality and encouraging her to gain knowledge about it so she is aware she doesn't have to sink to gutter depravity to enjoy what she has to offer men and women."

"And women?"

"Oh yes Scott. On that weekend I want you out of the city so I can have my turn, with no outside pressures, with dear Angela. I don't want her even thinking about you."

ANNIE

Angela called Annie on the cell phone after experiencing no answer when she pushed the front door bell button.

"Oh darling, you've arrived. What a glorious early evening. I'm in the Jacuzzi at the rear of the house. Come around the side."

Annie gave Angela the number to punch into the electronic gate lock.

"Oh hello darling," said the 30-year-old blonde, staring at Angela's trim figure apart from the big breast swells, revealed to be shaped almost to perfection in the black cat suit. "You look fabulous."

Angela, ten years younger, was already aware that the body of her hostess continued to attract admiring glances from both women and men when Annie had been out with Scott and Angela occasionally at weekends. Angela was pleased to be invited to Friday night dinner and to stay the weekend for company for Annie whose husband and two children were away, Angela was curious why this hand of friendship had been offered. Surely Annie would prefer being with women her own age?

The thoughts tumbled through Angela's mind but there was capacity for her mind to remind her to be civic.

"Why thank you Annie, you are so kind. This orchid is for you."

"Oh, how sweet. Strip off and join me. I have Martini mix in this cooler thing."

"I-I didn't bring a swimsuit."

Annie laughed a little shrilly. Was that nervous tension? What was going on here? Before Angela could drag out the obvious answer she heard Annie say the only thing she had covering her were the bubbles. Ohmigod, this was a setup. Annie was out to seduce her.

"I-I'll put the orchid inside on the kitchen bench," Angela almost stuttered, surprised to find herself less than shocked but she needed brief thinking time. She'd occasionally wondered about being in bed with an older woman but Angela's thoughts had about around forty, not thirty years of age. Thirty was akin to coupling with an older sister, wasn't it? Angela wasn't sure, being without siblings. Well why not go along with it? She returned to the backyard deck nervous but confident she was capable of pleasing Annie. The image of licking a cunt that had produced two babies almost put Angela into a panic. She walked out and said stupidly, "Well, here I am."

"Stand in front of me darling so I can watch you undress."

"Are you sure – I'm nothing out of the ordinary. Would you rather replace me with a guy who could display a big dick."

"Find me one at such short notice and possibly I'd say yes, but I'd like to see the body Scott has been getting his teeth into."

"I-I've only been with females before who were my own age."

"Oh darling, I was only thinking about looking at you but..."

"Well look," Angela said hastily, thinking she'd misjudged Annie's intention. "It is impossible to get out of a cat suit elegantly."

"I'm sure you'll do fine sweetheart. Forget awkwardness. Just give me flashes of breast, butt and pussy and your long, long legs and I'll overlook any fumbling or stumbling, I promise."

As Angela undressed Annie made kissing noises at each significant step of the unveiling, upping the tempo of Angela's heart-beat. Finally the task was done and Angela realized she did not feel humiliated. She even was aware her breast and pussy lips were swelling.

Annie stared and finally breathed, "Oh my, every gentleman's fantasy."




Angela Briscoe Ch. 02



By then Angela had experienced more than enough of being the focal point so stepped into the water. Annie stood and holding out her arms said huskily, "Come to mommy,' leaving Angela thinking as she watched the water rivulets running off her hostess's arms and down her succulent-looking breasts and over a rounding tummy that 'mommy' had just indicated who'd be running the show; that suited the guest just fine.

Sitting side-by-side they made sweet talk and stroked until Annie had fully aroused Angela's nipples and had her breathing noticeably. Annie said thickly, "Stand over me you lovely young woman.

Stepping over Annie, the young woman felt her hostess brush her lips over the soft down covering her vulva.

Annie said, "You're like me, soft and golden down there which is what many men like, particularly older men."

"But you are natural, I'm dyed."

"Do you think a guy is bothered about semantics when about to dip something into your pussy?" 

Angela giggled and relaxed at last.

"Do it, Scott has told me about your wonderful control."

So Angela closed her eyes, took time for a brief thought and then shuddered.

"Ohmigod, Ohmigod," she heard Annie slurping and when done crying, "It's true. Oh yummy mommy."

That was enough to send Angela off. She slid down and off Annie to kiss her deeply and seconds later felt Annie open her thighs to admit entry of two of Angela's urgently pressing fingers.

Angela returned home mid-afternoon on Sunday feeling very contented and only a little tired. Contrary to her earlier expectations they'd not fucked away the weekend. Sure, they had plenty of action, some more robust than what Angela had previously experienced and she was grateful for that, learning than not only men could act like jackhammers. In welcomed contrast on both mornings Annie had awakened her by licking and sucking her into stunning orgasms that left Angela with the feeling of floating on clouds. Annie had also taken her shopping twice and on both days they lunched with Annie's friends, all young mothers and yes, they'd chatted about babies at length but they also enquired about Angela's background and pressed her to reveal her aspirations.

The restaurant manager hastened over to plead to the nine other women at Saturday's lunch to keep the noise down after Angela had innocently answered she could no longer focus on her future because of all the sex that suddenly was overflowing her life. The lewd comments relating to the word 'overflowing' would have greatly embarrassed any male had any been listening.

To Angela's immense relief each of the newly met women reassured her women remained interested in sex after delivering their babies, though not until after a small period of readjustment or a longish period for some, and the entire group, giggling loudly to earn twitchy glares from the manager, insisted their moms still messed around in bed.

But the real bottom-line benefit of the weekend with Annie came through Annie talking to Angela for hours about men, their peculiar ways and how to maintain their interest to encourage them to come back for more. Most of this was triple-A education for the younger woman, particularly comment about body care and what men would expect from her including how Angela presented herself and behaved compliantly.

"Compliantly?"

"Yes darling, half the women around have no idea that quite a significant percentage of men expect the woman they are prepared to enter a relationship with is expected to behave including fetch-carry-and-serve like an updated clone of their mother."

"You're kidding."

"Sadly I'm not."

Angela tried to lever out precise information. "Well, what percentage of potential male dates has that intent?"

"None darling, they're not aware they are programmed to act like that but I'm afraid no one knows how many men are like that but to be safe think of it as a significant number and is the reason why many women are dumped, much to their surprise and bereft of explanation."

Angela frowned and said Annie was telling her to be compliant without having any idea of how to behave adequately or how to read men."

"Oh, there are other sides to compliancy," Annie said smoothly, thrilled to be in the role of confidant to her protégé. You'll learn to read men. Start intelligently by observing quickly which side your date prefers to operate from."

"They have a preference?"

"Oh yes." Annie then went on to tell her protégé another twenty things a sexually inexperienced woman must know about men, surprising Angela who had the impression from females that men were uncomplicated.

"The Cave," Angela said in awe. "Mom and my aunts left me with the distinct impression the cave was where men emotionally disappeared to sulk."

"Perhaps some do," Annie said pragmatically. "But I advise you to think of men as not being completely civilized. They still have the mainly dormant urge to hunt in an all-male pack and at times to head off alone until they get lonely enough to howl at the moon."

"Ohmigod," Angela said, looking stunned. "I'm thinking of those Saturdays every couple of months or so when my father would go off fishing, insisting he go alone, and my mom hitting the gin bottle. She'd be thinking he'd gone off to be with another woman."

Annie hugged Angela and said intelligently, "Be careful darling with wild thoughts – lone fisherman or crafty adulterer. Who knows?"

Driving home in her mom's car Angela thought about the two most profound things Annie had told her. One was about the cave mentality and never to worry if a guy avoided telling her that he loved her because all that meant was he didn't love her or alternatively he was a guy that would eventually spill his guts and confess his love. According to Annie men who casually fucked women were either assholes or guys with low self-esteem but probably with some goodness in them.

Angela had staggered her tutor by saying, "So the assholes identify themselves unbelievably quickly and probably without knowing it while the good guys are looking to fuck an updated version of their mother. But some of those clone seekers, of course, become diverted by an uncaring slut who empties their nut bag at every opportunity and pressures the guy into marrying her and then on the wedding night begins the countdown to the opportune date to ask for a divorce and a handsome settlement."

At that Annie delivered her second profound comment. "Lovely lady, what you've just said was simply amazing for one so young. You have intelligence and your ability to reason appears beyond your years. You have been my best female fuck ever and you have similar status with Scott. Tomorrow I want you to seek to enroll in an on-line diploma course in human relationships with a bias towards sexual counseling. That's an area I can see you excelling in as a career."

"But I plan to have senior office administration as my career and my education to date has been along those lines."

"Well darling," Annie had said as they parted, "Be a good girl and take my advice. Who knows, knowledge about sexual behavior including the way people interact could be complimentary to your primary career and, of course, you could later decide to switch careers." 

PROFESSOR MARKS, BILLY & ANTON

Two weeks after Angela had enrolled at Westlake Community University to take Part 1 of a two-part diploma online study course on Basic Sexual Relationship Counseling, she was one of nineteen students in her intake attending a weekend induction course, compulsory for online students living within 200 miles of the university. The 200-mile zone took in, on average, 85% of online students so Angela decided to attend although living almost 350 miles away.

During the Friday night cookout Associate Professor Frank Marks asked Angela why she'd make the effort to attend, being a long-distance student.

"To try to skew your attendance statistics," she grinned.

Frank stroked his beard. "Is that an academically slanted answer?"

"Assuming my answer doesn't apply to marking, I'd have to say it was ridiculously irrelevant and placing me without hope of significantly influencing statistics. Why are you talking to me? Do I have the best tits of your new female students or are your gay?"

Frank's mouth dropped open. "Jesus, give me a break."

"Is that response to avoid answering me?"

Frank stroked his beard making Angela think his beard was substituting for his penis. She gulped, wondering where these new and outrageous thoughts were coming from. She hadn't expected her liberation from near-innocence to be so rapid and dramatic.

"I'm anything but gay."

"And?"

"You have the best tits, er, breasts subject to across the board confirmation."

Angela grinned.

Frank grinned.

They sipped they drinks, eying each other until he confessed. "We were oversubscribed by thirty applicants. This is supposed to be a post-graduate course and you were the only applicant without a degree. When it was suggested you be dropped on that ground alone I said no, knowing you'd know non-grads were only admitted under unusual circumstances. I looked at your photo filed with your application and said you were assured of a place."

"Because you liked the look of my tits?"

Frank pretended to be shocked. "No, of course not. You appeared to have a great cock-sucking mouth."

Angela had to slap a hand over her mouth to smother her unrestrained and very sexy laugh.

Frank turned serious and said, "Look, I've been invited to go to Denmark mid-year to deliver a paper to a congress on female sexuality. You claimed in your application in the section on personal sexual experiences to have seduced your boyfriend until he was legless. Is that true?"

"Why don't you try me out?"

"Just your assurance it was true will suffice and then I'll interview you in depth."

"No, try me out."

"Would you allow me to observe you with two guys on a padded bench in front of a video camera and me taking notes?"

"Sure, select a couple of guys here and because I don't know then I want them to wear condoms?"

"Agreed, so what about the short, thickset guy over there and this lean, athletic guy near us?"

"The thickset guy looks good but the lean guy looks a bit feminine."

Frank stroked his beard. Okay, your pick."

"That guy with a swagger who looks like a boxer and is chatting up three females?"

Frank said those full-on guys were more often than not a disappointment and Angela said if he thought that guy wasn't up to it to select someone else.

"No, he'll do. Excuse me while I take Billy and Anton aside and talk to them. You and the two guys who take you on will receive course credits as research, as you'd expect."

* * *

Late that evening, Billy French and Anton de Villiers tossed a coin to see who'd go first. The smaller guy Billy pulled on the condom and said confidently, "Let's go babe." Angela had no idea how to manage this encounter to provide a useful outcome for Frank so she decided to run on instinct.

Billy pushed her legs apart a little brutally so Angela flared. She bit his shoulder, leaving teeth marks.

"Bitch," Billy leered and went to slap her but Frank yelled at him to remember the no violence rule.

Billy inserted, Angela squeezed and he ejaculated.

"W-what happened," he asked, dismayed.

"Oh, you're hopeless," Angela said scathingly. "Go on your back and let me do the work. She rode him Cowgirl into three more ejaculations until Billy cried, "Enough, I feel I'm almost shooting blood."

Anton proved to be a determined but considerate seducer so Angela went easy on him. She sucked him off, spitting out a mouthful and then he licked into near facial seizure before he gave up, at that stage having three fingers jammed up Angela's cunt while his tongue attacked her clit.

The only rule Angela requested was nothing was to be inserted into her asshole. She lied she was an asshole virgin, thinking the two male students would be ignorant about strap-ons and butt plugs. Anton pushed through Doggy until he ejaculated, then Missionary and then bent his legs under him and pulled Angela on to his lap and really plowed her. Anton finished with the tips of four condoms full, looking very tired and confused. He kissed Angela sweetly and said she was amazing.

As the guys walked off Frank asked Angela to stay and asked could he participate in the experience but perhaps she was she to too sore and tired.

"No, I'm fine."

Frank watched Angela spit out his cum, knowing he'd not gotten her off and that puzzled him because he was reputed to be the best pussy licker on campus and he was very proud of that reputation.

He fucked Angela Missionary and when he began groaning she squeezed and she left him gasping after depositing a full delivery.

Standing, with his long elegant cock showing no signs of flagging, Frank pleaded, "An ass fuck?"

"Will you be gentle with me?"

Frank nodded and said he was very experienced.

Eventually as mottled colors appeared in front of his eyes and drained of stamina Frank reached under and attacked Angela's clit. Near to exhaustion he shot everything he had left pending a rest of an hour or so.

After regaining his breath, with Angela attempting to lick and suck his uncooperative dick back into readiness Frank said, "You haven't come once tonight, have you?"

Angela said truthfully no, but she'd been driven half-crazy at times by the myriads of sensations that had been engendered by her companions of the evening.

"Aha, the truth is out. You find it impossible to cum."

"No Frank, I choose to select my moments."

"Oh yeah?" he jeered.

Angela became motherly. "Dear Frank, on your back."

Frank obliged and Angela climbed on to the solidly constructed and padded bench and stood astride him, legs well apart.

"Oh yippee, she'd going to pee over me," Frank crowed, making Angela wondered what university staff got up to in their leisure time and, um, in research.

Angela closed her eyes, had a most disgusted vision or Frank's rod up her ass and delivered an eggcup of thick liquid on to his chest.

Frank dug a finger into deposit and turning to the camera delivered his scholarly opinion. "Without a shadow of doubt I confirm this is girly cum. This sensational new student of mine appears to be able to control climaxing."

Angela completed the 150-hour course with top marks, being academically a fine student. As well, all her male and female lecturers had reason to give her extra credits. Angela would go on to complete the course and receive her diploma with the highest marks ever awarded to a student in the thirty-seven years since the establishment of the course. She turned down pleas to remain attached to the university's department of sexual research.

STANLEY & MARY

Angela continued working as PA to the financial controller at a small outfit called Ballard Industries that manufactured kitchen storage fittings. Soon after completing Angela completed her diploma, the owner talked to Angela about her new qualification.

"Miss Briscoe, there is dispute within the staff committee about your entitlement to advance a grading. I have been asked for a ruling to break the deadlock. I have spoken to the only two persons in favor, your superior Kevin who chairs the committee and surprisingly his deputy the personal (HR) manager.

Angela, well aware she worked for a conservative and rather old-fashion company, held back her dismay. This seemed very unfair as Lori in accounts received her promotion when gaining her certificate as a qualified dog show judge.

"What's the surprise about that Mr Ballard?" Angela said, pushing her chest forward to ensure she grabbed the boss's attention.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Kathryn's professional qualification is centered on the science of human relations so her opinion ought to be the most relevant of anyone on that committee and as for Kevin, he encouraged me in my desire to study for my diploma and to take time off to do the fieldwork although it would mean the company would dock my salary because as he said, any academic qualification is better than no qualification at all."

"I see, based on the principle that when studying one furthers development in the process of learning and that extending knowledge permeates into every aspect of their life including their working life."

"Exactly Mr Ballard. Your intelligence shows. Kevin and Kathryn would have assumed the other six committee members would have been aware of that despite those other committee members being involved in product sourcing, engineering, marketing and sales."

"I see," Mr Ballard mused, gazing squarely at Angela's breasts.

"Does that mean you are convinced to rule in my favor?"

"Miss Briscoe, that really is an improper utterance..."

Angela smiled and said it was a professionally proper comment and he should recognize that as coming from an employee with keenly pared initiative.

Mr Ballard said he failed to understand her persuasion.

Assuming he used that word to mean argument, Angela said, "Compare my persuasion with a really more outrageous but nevertheless relevant utterance that if I could improve your sex life with your wife you'd operate more effectively as our boss."

Mr Ballard gaped.

"Oh, am I too modern and outspoken for your comfort?"

"Certainly not but you had no right to address me like that."

"I could say this is the first decade of the 21st Century and not time-locked 1950s in business ownership and management but that could anger you, so I'll skip saying that." 

Mr Ballard actually grinned and he said, "I'm surprised I've not noticed you before Miss Briscoe."

Angela looked down at her breasts and looked up to catching Mr Ballard looking at them. His face darkened in mild embarrassment.

"And my ass too Mr Ballard?"

"Lunch today Miss Briscoe? This is not an indecent proposal."

"Why thank you."

"Meet me at the City Club at 1:00. Ask for me. You'll sign in and be brought to my table."

"Excellent Mr Ballard. Kindly ask Kathryn to join us at 1:30. Thirty minutes of me tutoring you on sexual reform will be more than enough for the introductory session and thereafter we include Mrs Ballard. I'm aware Kathryn has been talking to you for almost two years about business reform. I believe I have the necessary ability to help her pressure a obstinate male."

"Miss Briscoe, you are treading..."

"Tut-tut Mr Ballard. You are hugely overdue for modernization. Please call me Angela and consider asking me to call you Charlie – at all times. Do I have to lie to Kevin that I require a couple of hours off to try to shed period pain or may I tell him the truth?"

Mr Ballard shuffled and looking at his feet said she should tell Kevin she would out with the boss for a two-hour business lunch.

"Thank you Charlie."

Charlie looked at Angela and sighed. "You are really something. If I were the promiscuous type of guy I'd really..."

"Like to get into my panties? Upgrading your relationship with Mrs Ballard must be your priority Charlie. Focus, focus, focus."

"I agree Angela. Kathryn is almost as pugnacious as you are. I wonder if I'll survive lunch."

Angela watched Charlie walk away. She suspected his face was plastered with a big grin. His basic kindness had worked in her favor. Plump Kathryn with her big boobies was forty-eight, nine years Charlie's junior and would make and ideal pillow for Charlie if he decided to roam once his sexuality had been re-primed and Mrs Ballard was urging him to find someone else to take some of the pressure off her. Angela anticipated a grateful Charlie would soon promote her and after a year in that slot she'd move on to gain wider experience. Plimmerton City was really too small for her to fit in relatively unnoticed as a really hot woman expanding her own sexuality.




Angela Briscoe Ch. 02



* * *

The day after that two-hour luncheon at the club, Kathryn was appointed chairman of a new committee with the innocuous title of the Planning Committee. The other members were Angela, Gavin a recent engineer (systems) graduate who was assistant factory manager and Jason, a senior accountant. Kathryn had listen in astonishment over lunch as Angela drew out her ideas on business reform and led the discussion and then suggested the formation of a planning reform committee and nominated its members with Kathryn as chairman.

The expected explosion from the boss didn't come and like a lamb he accepted Angela's proposals. His sole input was to choose the name of the committee. Kathryn had been surprised to be invited to lunch with the boss and was even more surprised to find him at the bar hunched over in intimate conversation with Angela of all people. She had no option but to face the only logical conclusion: those two were 'at it'. But when she and Angela left and the boss moved back to the bar to talk with cronies, Kathryn's theory was left in tatters.

They'd cocktails and wine and so were rather relaxed. "Angela, may I be so bold to ask are you are the boss doing it?"

Angela curbed her hysterics. "God no Kathryn but he could go well with you."

Shocked, Kathryn said she was m-m-married.

"Oh, of course."

As they left the cab Kathryn asked, "D-do you think he'd be interested?"

"Who knows? Time will tell. Start calling him Charlie when you're with him alone and chat intimately."

"W-w-what?"

"Dear Kathryn. I know we are women but at times it's necessary for a women to work for it if she wants it."

"Ohmigod Angela. Do you think you should be talking to me like this?" Kathryn said as they swayed out to wave down a cab.

"Here we are back at our workplace Kathryn. We must concentrate to give the impression we are sober. My answer to your question is always fuck the man of your choosing. The years pass quicker than you'll anticipate."

"You sound like my pastor."

They fell about laughing and hugged, the most unlikely of friends.

Angela felt like a pastor when facing Charlie and his even more somber Mary.

"I cannot believe I have consented to you coming into my house to discuss our sex life Miss Briscoe."

"It's re-assuring to be told a sex life exists Mrs Ballard. Are you really that nervous?"

"Ohmigod, what an amazing question from one so young. I'm fighting against biting my nails and have been like that for ten days, ever since Charlie said he'd like to invite you to talk to us together. He told me you were a qualified consultant and I nearly died when he said you were only twenty."

"Twenty-one actually. May I call you Mary?"

"I-I...yes."

"Please stand and strip off for us Mary – remove everything."

"No," Mary shrieked. "Definitely not."

"Charlie?"

"I will if Mary agrees to strip."

Angela stood. "Sorry, but I'm off. With attitudes like that there's nothing I can do for you."

Angela walked from the room slowly, waiting for the call. But it didn't come. She'd reached the front door before Mary came trotting out. "Please return to us Angela. We apologize for being so uncooperative."

Re-seated, Angela said she really hadn't wanted them to strip just yet. It had been a test to determine their level of cooperation. "To be successful I need your full cooperation."

"Mary, why were you reluctant to strip?"

"Personal pride. My boobs have dropped, I've developed a pot belly and my upper thighs have thickened so much that when standing in front of the mirror I know have to spread my knees to sight pubic hair."

"That's not uncommon for women of your age and hasn't Charlie developed a pot?"

"Yes. But look, as Charlie is your employer I really don't think you should see him naked."

"I see his nose and ears every day – so really what is the difference?"

Mary stared at Angela and finally with a faint smile said attitude.

Angela said good girl and Mary blushed and said Angela's technique was surprisingly good.

"Right, now let's place this in the open. Your husband and I have never touched one another or acted inappropriately in any other manner."

Mary nodded.

"Say it Mary."

"I accept your assurance; it removes a nagging thought."

"And thank you for your honesty Mary. I know we'll now get somewhere."

The educational discussion continued for almost two hours.

The following Sunday afternoon at the appointed time, Mary and Charlie met Angela at the door in dressing gowns, as arranged. The three of them kissed like familiar friends.

Angela asked were they excited.

They both nodded and nodded again when Angela asked sexually excited.

"Yes, I feel like licking a breast," Mary said boldly and smiled when Angela said well wasn't it fine to be engaged in proper communication. "Do it." Mary obeyed without hesitation, dropped her gown and licked her heavy hanger.

Charlie was asked was he erect and replied he was halfway there. He was asked to drop his gown. As he watched Mary licking her left breast both women watched his dick converted into a rod.

"Right, now I have your attention I wish you both to confirm that I have advised you I'm not a registered consultant but consider myself to be a trained amateur in sexual consultancy for which I demand no fees. Do you acknowledge you understand that?

Both non-fee paying clients acknowledged they understood their relationship with Angela and the limited service she offered as a friend.

Angela asked what did Mary normally do with Charlie's penis.

"I usually help him insert it."

"And?"

"I suck it when I feel the urge."

"Are you aware of Charlie's thinking on this?"

Mary looked blank and that turned to astonishment when Charlie said he'd like her to suck it whenever they engaged in sex and he'd also like her to talk about sucking it when they were out walking or driving or in a quiet corner of a restaurant just as she used to do in their first years together.

"Oh I'd forgotten about that," Mary sighed. "And I used to let you lick me and yell in delight when you lifted your head, juices dripping off your chin. We used to have real fun didn't we?"

Charlie sighed a big yes.

"It is considered foolish for people passing through middle age to try to regain lost youth," Angela said. "The objective should be to remain active and to engage sexually with variety and adjust to what comes comfortably. Mary lay back on the sofa and spread and you Charlie go down on her to allow me to check your technique."

"On the sofa?" Mary quavered. "We only do it in bed."

"Always?"

"No, we used to do it on the table, he'd catch me in the kitchen and lean me over the bench. We did it in the car and on the beach, in restaurant restrooms – oh God, those were the days. We were sex fiends."

"Well, you're probably passed that Mary but we can't speak for Charlie because he has maintained a higher level of fitness than you. On your knees Charlie and perform."

As Charlie slurped and fingered away Mary lay like a statue.

"Become involved Mary?"

"How?"

"Run your hands through his hair, circle his ears with your fingers, give me verbal encouragement by saying what you feel. Kiss his bald patch."

"His bald patch."

"Yes, it's not that revolting is it? Besides, it secretly tells him you love him whatever his faults."

Mary nodded and said attitude and Angela smiled at her warmly and said yes, that it must seem like going back to school.

Angela continued to look at Charlie and complimented him for maintaining a good work rate. "Charlie, let's give Mary something she never got at grade school. Keep fingering but remember Mary's most sensitive areas are the walls just inside her vagina or you can go after the G-spot if you know about that. Now remove your tongue and work on her clit while keeping those fingers active and massaging gently."

"Not, don't attack the nub. Remove your head and watch."

Angela used her thumb and forefinger of her right hand to spread Mary and gently moved her tongue around the perimeter of the nub and even going farther out to tongue flutter against the thighs. She pulled away and her pupil took over and soon Mary began panting and when she began rocking and moaning through her now opened mouth Angela whispered into Charlie's ear, now is the time to flutter her nub.

Seconds later Mary bellowed and drenched Charlie's face.

"No, don't wait around like a spectator Charlie and no, don't wipe your chin. Suck around her nipples and wipe off most of the liquid there. Then when Mary recovers sufficiently she'll reach for your dick and you'll both know what to do with it."

After Charlie ejaculated with a roar, Angela took Mary's hand and taught her how to roll his balls Mary climbed to her feet, still panting and heavily flushed. 

"I'm off to shower – I'll wash quickly. God, you were great. We haven't generated this much goo in years."

"No, you shower together," Angela said and instructed them about cuddling and watching each other in the shower.

"I'll see you next Sunday afternoon for the final session which will be all theory," she called. "You may find when you leave the shower you are energized enough to have another session on the bed and fall to sleep like lovers."

"I can't believe you licked me," Mary chuckled. "You almost got me off as soon as your lips touched me."

"Attitude and anticipation," their instructress grinned. "Developed them and a rejuvenated sex life is assured."

* * *

When the heavily pregnant admin manager left, on Kathryn's recommendation Angela was offered the position and she accepted. Her chance to repay Kathryn came soon after when Charlie called her into his office to moan that Mary was urging him to reduce the pressure.

"Well, you have the choice of pulling back Charlie and accepting that's the arrival of the autumn years sexually or to ask Mary should you find someone who'd not threaten your marriage."

"She suggested that on Saturday after lunch when I sprayed her tits."

"And?"

"She suggested her sister."

"Bad move Charlie, they are probably close. Do it outside the family."

"I'd feel like an idiot at my age approaching women. I'm..."

"What about Kathryn?"

"What about her?"

Angela sighed thinking once again men could be so thick.

"Would you fuck Kathryn? We talk a lot and I'm aware she's not getting enough at home."

"Well, now that you mention it in that context perhaps I'm interested."

Angela advised Charlie to express himself somewhat more enthusiastically and asked him to call in Kathryn, that a direct confrontation would be the way to deal with Kathryn.

"I'd be too nervous thinking she could slap me with a claim of harassment."

"I'll be here to mediate."

Charlie stroked the side of his face and said although that was perfect for him Kathryn would be aghast as having a third person in on the discussion.

"Please allow me to deal with that Charlie." 

Kathryn entered. After greetings were exchanged, as she sat Angela said sweetly, "This is about sex."

Kathryn turned pale and asked was she talking about a threesome but regain color when Angela said no, that she was mediating on behalf of the boss.

Turning to look directly at Charlie Kathryn licked her top lip and asked, "Are you interested?"

Charlie managed a weak smile and nodded.

"Right guys, I'm off," Angela announced. "If you get bogged down call me."

The call never came. Almost an hour later Angela waved back as Kathryn walked by looking a little over-worked but bearing a satisfied smile. Only when Angela looked at her friend walking away did she notice Kathryn's legs were a little wider apart than usual. She grinned.

A few months later Angela resigned to head for bigger opportunities at a much bigger city. She had her own career to think about and to continue her as yet low-priority search to find Mr Right.

PART THREE TO FOLLOW



Angela Briscoe Ch. 03



3: Elevation

Sweet-faced Angela Briscoe with sensuous lips and a flattering cleavage had become the darling of management at Baldacci, Guy, Reinhardt & Robinson, Attorneys at Law, before her unmasking. It would have been her sensational unmasking but for an amazing substantial cover-up. In Part 3 the final, Angela is promoted to the corporate headquarters of Kingdom Law.

Eighteen months after Angela Briscoe's career office support had edged to the brink of facing court appearances in her boss's divorce case and perhaps facing morality charges, everything worked out well. Angela now stood in awe looking up at her new workplace. 

It was Monday and the previous Wednesday she'd been told she was being transferred to corporate headquarters where she was expected to commence new duties at 9:00 the following Monday. The curt email from Josephine Bruce, director of administration, added if Angela was unable to meet the demand she was free to resign.

"You bitch," Angela had smiled when reading the message, thinking she'd go as she'd been warned at the time of the merger of the two firms that a summons to HQ was likely. If her duties were boring she could always get up the nose of the head of admin.

There had been no farewell. Acting on instructions from above, her ultimate boss and managing partner, David Hall, called Angela into his office at 5:00 and handed her what he called 'a loyalty' bonus for $4000 and kissing her without ardor. He patted Angela's ass and told her to beat it without a word.

"Beat it?" she asked, somewhat confused, knowing that's what men did.

"Yes, I am required to advise you officially to clear your desk this evening and then leave without farewells, not even to the other partners. You leave this building, never to return."

"Very well," Angela said obediently.

"I was told this was for the common good. You go from here and I am forbidden to even hint of your whereabouts. Your replacement begins here in the morning. You then arrive at HQ on Monday and report to Mrs Bruce. Only she, the president and the vice-president know anything about you. You will be severed from your past as far as possible but your name will remain unchanged."

"Oh swell – I am allowed to retain my name."

"Angela!"

"Sorry David."

"I bet."

David then pushed his face into Angela's hair that had recently changed to honey blonde with some brownish streaks and whispered into her ear, "I'm being unbelievably stupid telling you this but you will feel betrayed if you learned this the hard way. The president Adam Kingdom, V1, and the vice-president Arthur Stone, have been fucking Josephine Bruce for almost ten years. They have decided to pension her off and raised her status from general manager of admin to director with a seat on the board. She knows you are her replacemen. Watch your back."

"Oooh, how interesting."

David smiled at the delighted look on Angela's face. Burying his head into her hair again, he confessed, almost choking, "Goodbye Angela. I'll miss you as a work colleague as well as the best lay I've ever encountered."

"Well yes David, that goes without saying," Angela said, raising an eyebrow haughtily to etch into David's brain his final memory of her. But as Angela swung her great-looking ass through the doorway, David's mind etched another final memory and he wondered if his wife could cope with all the extra sex she faced now Angela was gone from his life. Angela's replacement was sixty-one and married to be retired statistician.

For the past fifteen months Angela had lived in a furnished apartment leased by David and his male and two female partners where Angela had hosted them twice a week for their gang bang. She packed her few pesonal items and left for the airport.

JOSEPHINE

A little nervously Angela waited in reception for Mrs Bruce's PA to take her to face the simmering dragon. She watched the trim woman with practically no boobs and dated hairstyle approach and almost thought Thelma. Actually she did. She had Thelma's dark sexy eyes and they way she walked and held her body suggested she hadn't finished with sex. Lucky Josephine.

The approaching woman smiled and said warmly, "Hello Angela, welcome. Oh my, aren't you sweet? I'm Josephine Bruce."

For the next two minutes Angela operated on auto, having little idea of what she was saying, happy that it was only small talk. Never had a woman left her so emotionally legless. Josephine Bruce was anything but the woman Angela had pictured in her mind.

"You can't continue staying in a hotel and I agree apartments around her are over-priced and often very disappointing. Why not come and live with me and we'll try to get you settled while the company president decides whether or not to offer you my old apartment that belongs to the company?"

Angela dithered, wondering what else she'd babbled on about during her state of mild shock. So far she'd not located an apartment that suited. Josephine could be thinking such a cozy arrangement would be convenient to murder her replacement in her sleep.

"Look, could we talk over lunch today? You really know nothing about me, nor do I know anything about you."

"Yes of course, a splendid idea. I realize this is a difficult time for you, being asked to work under the woman you are replacing."

"I...I...Oh God, I don't know what to say."

Josephine smiled and stood aside to allow Angela to enter the office suite first. "Well that's a relief. Based on your rampant reputation I thought you would be a know-all stuck-up bitch. You are absolutely charming and reek of innocence although I find that difficult to accept."

"I have a reputation in this city?" Angela asked horrified, bottom lip trembling.

"Oh darling, you have no idea do you? It's all to do with nasty men and I suspect you think I'm out to push you on to the sidewalk like trash quicker than your can orgasm."

"Something like that," Angela murmured and added involuntarily, "or to knife me in the back."

"How much have you been told?"

"Only that I am to replace you as hostess to the president and vice-president and to tread carefully as you are my head of section."

"Is that all?"

"Yes. And I'm nervous that you are being so kind to me."

"Believe me darling, I was over the moon in joy when told I was being replaced. Those two jerks have bored me for years."

"Really?"

"Yes really," Josephine smiled and pushed a button on her keyboard. The side door opened and a slim effeminate male with a pencil moustache appeared. 

"Simon, this is Miss Briscoe. Please take her to HR and stay with her until that is completed and then take her up to her office. Then reserve a private cubicle in the executive restaurant for Miss Briscoe and me for 1:00 today."

"Yes Josephine."

Angela decided to take control of her position in this weird set-up. "Charles, take me to my office now and then request HR to send up a suitable person at 10:00 to join me for coffee while she signs me on to the payroll. Thank you."

Josephine clapped her hands. "That's the way Angela. You had me worried, initially appearing far too passive, but I can see it's HQ that needs to be worried. You are the New Age woman prepared to kick butt. Remember, you are judged here by the way you start on your first few days."

"Thank you Josephine. I can see you are one smart lady. Please have five red roses delivered to Josephine within the hour Charles and charged to my office."

"But Miss, you are not authorized..."

"Stow it Charles," Angela smiled, noting Josephine's amused look. "If you can't get around HQ protocol you ought not be working as PA for my boss. Are you married or are you a male opportunist or do you have a boyfriend?"

"I am in a relationship with Stephen."

"Oh lovely. That means I can trust you. Off we go."

Angela's office was on the far side of the boardroom with marvelous views over the city. The sofa was wide enough to be a bed and she guessed that was no accident. The five women behind the executive administration counter had greeted her almost in awe, making Angela apprehensive that they knew her real role but that fear was allayed when their the fifth woman, their manager said to her rather curiously, "You seem awfully young to be responsible for corporate administration planning and by the quality of service assessor?"

Assuming those two tasks comprised her visible roles, Angela replied, "I was thrown in the deep-end and proved to be a fast-learner. Nonetheless Patricia I'd welcome input of your experience and your guidance while I settle in and would value your friendship."

Patricia looked quite taken aback. "Angela, you are my superior."

Although appalled at finding out about her position in this manner, not that it was all that clear, Angela said airily, "Poof Patricia, I'm not into mind games."

They talked and when Angela said she was in a hotel until sorting out accommodation Patricia said, "Oh you poor soul. Look, we are having a cook-out tonight, please join us."

"I'd love that."

"Good. We finish here at 6:30 so you can ride home with me. We'll take a cab."

"No, the bus is fine with me."

"God Angela, you're not at all I expected."

Charles called apologetically. "HR expects you in their office at 10:00. The assistant manager told me, um, they don't do house calls."

"Oh did they? Well you call the assistant manager and say unless someone from HR is in my office with an apology within ten minutes from now that entire department is in line to be fired. I'm ready to pull the trigger."

Charles muttered, "You are ready to pull the trigger? I'll tell them that but don't expect a response. That outfit considers they run this place."

"Well, just remind them their records will show each person was fired for group insubordination."

Five minutes later a tall, powerfully built forty-something knocked and entered the office on Angela's call.

Angela stood, smiled and said welcome. 

The Wonderbra-packed woman grinned without any sign of malice. "Well I am dumbstruck. I was expecting to be facing some sort of superwoman."

"Oh no, I work hard at keeping myself one hundred percent feminine. And you are...?"

"Harriet Mansell of HR, manager."

"Good heavens, God herself."

Harriet bit her lip, judging to be out of her depth. "I apologize on behalf of my entire department. My deputy manager will be rebuked."

"No, your apology is sufficient. Just tell your deputy to act professionally at all times except in the restroom. Thanks to her I shall begin my overall review with HR."

"But we are not admin."

"Well Harriet, your department is not part of legal services, legal support, catering, IT or cleaning services so it would appear your department has made itself redundant."

"Admin, yes admin and please I welcome you to begin your overall review with HR and I promise to cooperate fully on restructuring and it should mean helping you to take your proposals to the management board. I think the way in which we have operated is a matter of attitude that goes back to the seventies."

"Oh, good girl. You are so sweet. Could you now consider signing me on – if you don't it's tantamount to firing me, an employee who doesn't exist."

Harriet licked her lips but was told to not even think about it. "Oh yes, signing you on. May I call you Angela?"

Lunch with Josephine was very productive. She said she'd given Angela real duties because the two men were advancing in age and no longer required service two or even three times a day. "You are off to a superb start. Charles saw Harriet scuttling to the elevators with your file – white as a sheet, he said."

"I really have no time for insubordination."

"Just remember who your superiors are," Josephine said dryly. "Would you like to shift in with me Wednesday morning?"

"Thank you, that will be fine."

Josephine said dryly, "You're not worried about the affect on my reputation, having a roommate who is my subordinate and who is outstandingly female?"

"Josephine, you are no pussy cat and people know that. You have survived all those years without being torn apart so it is unlikely you have lost the art of squashing critics but probably the truth is you don't care a fuck what people say."

Josephine just smiled and said, "I must remember never to get in your way darling."

PATRICIA & TOM

Angela and Patricia piled aboard a crowded bus and stood for the first ten minutes until grabbing two vacated seats. Patricia said, "I still can't believe you choose to bus with me. I typed your contract and job specs. You are entitled to request limo transport."

"Oh am I?"

Patricia said carefully, "You signed your contract without reading it and haven't looked at your job specs and made no demands on management in this transfer. That's the truth, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"You are a fully qualified legal executive – you know about the possible consequences of signing documents unread."

"Let anyone try to shaft me and they'll learn the consequences."

Shifting the conversation, Angela learned Patricia was about to turn thirty and Tom was thirty. They had two children, Rick (5) and Jane (3½). The two grandmothers took turns at providing day care.

"Look Patricia, I know your time with them on week days is precious..."

"Yes, around half an hour before Jane falls asleep in my arms and I have up to an hour with Rick."

"Well, I ask a favor. Could I watch you mothering? I need to gain experience."

Patricia's eyes softened hugely as she said, "Yes of course. Once again I'm wrong about you. I didn't think you'd be interested."

Blonde IT consultant Tom was already home with his two blonde children and looked at Angela, totally stunned.

"I understood Pattie was bringing home Josephine's deputy not a model who's not anorexic."

Angela said, "Hello Tom, you look wonderfully with those two beautiful children in your arms. Shouldn't you be in a bar chatting up female bar staff?"

"I prefer being home with the kids when they're small and cute like this," he said. "We have a sitter to allow us to spend a couple of hours on Friday nights at a bar and another sitter till midnight on Saturday when we dine with friends, so we mix family life with social life. We both spend all day with the kids on Saturdays and Sundays."

Two hours later with the children in bed asleep the adults remained outside. As Tom carried over another wine to Angela his wife said, a little irritably, "Tom you have been gazing at Angela's chest half the evening."

"Sorry, I really mean that Angela."

"Relax Tom, many men regard them as my precious assets. Here, I'll sit up straight and you can undo my top and take a good look at them."

"Oh I must see this," Patricia said, finishing her wine. "Take care not to dribble on them Tom."

Tom unveiled Angela's beautifully sculptured pair and looked at them, side on, in unblinking admiration.

"You are so beautiful Angela, mine were great before my babies got at them but I still wasn't in your league. Look, I'm feeling really cool about this. Would you like Tom take you to our bedroom and play around a bit?"

"Only if you come with us."

Patricia touched one of her burning cheeks. "Will that react adversely on the way in which we interact at the office?"

"No, of course not. Confidentiality and trust are the keys."

Tom looked hard at Angela. "You mean as a threesome."

"Unless you had in mind someone else to invite?"

Tom laughed and then said a little anxiously, "Are you sure Pattie?"

"Yes, I have long dreamed about this moment."

"You've never said."

"No, I wanted to make the choice and Angela is my choice."

In the bedroom Tom had his clothes off before the women had removed their skirts. He stood watching anxiously as they stopped to kiss gently.

"You've kept in pretty good condition for a mom of two," Angela said and her hostess beamed. "Stretch back on the bed honey. Tom you come in behind me. Wear a condom but that's not an invitation to push it up my butt."

"No, no, of course not," Tom said eagerly.

After Tom had plowed Angela she swapped places with Patricia and Tom plowed his wife, crowing like a rooster as he emptied into her. A couple of minutes later after cleaning up he said he was done. Patricia said kindly, "Go out and clean away the meal darling and leave me with Angela. We'll be perhaps an hour so you can continue on to watch TV."

Patricia produced a strap-on and a box of dildos. She said a little timidly, "I use this to give it to Tom up the ass. He's given up attempting to do it to me. I'm scared of being hurt. Are you experienced?"

Without answering Angela rolled Patricia over and lubed her finger and worked gently. Patricia gave no indication of being hurt even when the second knuckle slipped through the ring of resistance. 

"Good girl, you'll be fine. Trust me."

Angela placed a thick but soft dildo through the harness, ensuring Patricia when turning couldn't see the size and would perhaps panic. She lubed up well and in mounting position probe around for half a minute and Patricia finally relaxed and kept up a steady groan until the head of the dildo was almost drawn in unaided. She pushed slowly, talking to Patricia to keep her focused and hopefully relaxed, pausing whenever she heard Patricia's breathing rate change and be told to continue just a wee bit more.

At the appropriate moment when Patricia complained she was full almost to bursting point Angela settled into a pull-back, push forward rhythm of around a couple of inches until Patricia finally began moving her hips and the thrusts lengthened. Clawing at her pussy Patricia finally squealed into a vaginal release, sweat pouring off her.

"Oh my, I finally feel totally fucked," Patricia panted.

Angela withdrew with a 'plop' and rolled over beside her hostess. "Look at the size of it."

"Oh you bitch, you choose a mid-sized one. It's as big as Tom's."

"So what does that tell you?"

"That you've stretched my asshole?"

"It will return to pre-fuck shape, guaranteed. Think!"

"What else is there...oh yes, you're trying to tell me I can take Tom up my ass."

"Yes and think how proud of you he'll be, but it's your choice whether or not to tell him you've found a way to really treat him and, if he's tender, to treat you as well."

"You are amazing Angela. How is it you know more than we do?"

"I have a diploma in sexology but when processing my qualifications you would have read it as submitted, as the enclosed certificate correctly called it a diploma in adult relationship counseling. For reasons best known to myself I chose not to elaborate."

"Oooh, you devious lady. I read that wide definition and my interpretation was marriage counseling. Well, you've certainly taught me how to go at it in bed and Tom will benefit.

* * *

A wink from Patricia as Angela arrived at the office was the only sign of their previous evening of unleashed lust. That liaison was now over. When Angela was leaving the house Patricia pleaded they should not continue their tryst because of the consequences of being found out and, also showing her reluctance. Angela agreed with her. 

Angela was at her keyboard ripping into preparing her work schedule for the next few days when she became aware the door to the boardroom had opened and 'Tom and Jerry' were looking at her. 'Tom' the taller and beefier guy took an instruction from 'Jerry' who was better looking and better dressed.

Tom said, "Hi Angela, I'm vice-president Frank Mullins and this is our president Lloyd Kingdom the Fourth. In private you address Mr Kingdom as Lloyd and me as Frankie. Got that?"

"Yes Frankie. Good morning Lloyd. It's lovely to meet you gentlemen, that is if you are gentlemen?"

Frankie muttered, squared his broad shoulders and took a step forward and then the boss hissed a command and Frankie stepped back. That told Angela that two of Frankie's duties were 'mouthpiece' and bodyguard. Frankie growled, "We've been at a law conference in Valencia."




Angela Briscoe Ch. 03



He waited so Angel smiled and said, "Ï trust you both had an enjoyable time."

"Have you any idea where Valencia is?"

What a dumb question she thought and answered. "It is the third largest city in Spain. It forms part of an industrial area on the Costa del Azahar." Frankie looked surprised and the boss smiled.

Frankie then leered, "Stand away from your desk and take off all your clothes and let's see what you've got. Angered, Angela looked at Lloyd who remained passive.

"No."

"Oh, I see. Please stand and strip."

"Leave this room Mr Mullins and don't return unless you're prepared to behave civilly."

"Boss?" Frankie whined.

"You have been dealing with too many sluttish Spanish call girls Frankie. Obviously what we have her is a lady with class. Apologize to her properly and then fetch her coffee."

"Miss Briscoe, I was grossly out of order and apologize for my unacceptable behavior including failing to respond when you gave me the chance to back off when you declined my request so vehemently."

"Thank you Frankie. I must say your apology is more eloquent than I expected. I accept it. Two thirds coffee, one third hot water and a medium dash of milk, no sugar. And please ask Lloyd does he wish to join me for coffee."

"Lloyd doesn't..."

"Coffee, repeat of Miss Briscoe's order and then return to your office."

"Very well," Frankie said, walking away without scowling.

Lloyd sat on front of the desk and said smoothly, "I allowed Frankie to walk into that as I'm aware of your no-nonsense approach. He's reasonably, trainable as you have already observed, and believe me when I say he is highly trained. I need him to associate with my closely because I'm pestered because of my wealth, principally by women and most women shy off when a big guy scowls at them, but not you it seems. How may I have you undress for me?"

"Be pleasant to me. I am aware why I have been placed here."

"So, you want a necklace. What type but don't say diamonds. Black pearls perhaps."

"When I said be pleasant to me I mean verbally and with demeanor. Are you also trainable Lloyd?""

He slapped his thigh and laughed, saying his mother raised him to be a gentleman. "Just be lovely to me, compliant and loyal. Don't ever cross me."

"No gentleman would ever add that warning."

Lloyd flushed and reminded Angela his words had been his mother raised him to be a gentleman. He'd not mentioned whether his mother had been successful in that mission.

"Ah, spoken like an attorney. I do think we are coming to an understanding."

"We need to come to an understanding. When may I fuck you?"

"Whenever you wish during office hours and when you date me. If the time is not right I'll not be in the office."

"Date me? But I'm married."

"Oh, I meant when your wife is out of town or when you choose to be sneaky."

Lloyd grinned. "And no gifts?"

Angela said no gifts unless he felt compelled and they must always be of good taste and preferably not too expensive. "Don't ever have me feeling I'm a kept woman."

"Condoms?"

"Always."

"My favored clients?"

Angela said she wished to be emphatic. "Male and female clients whom I approve with or without you involved with a maximum of four at any session and in return for this liberal concession Frankie is never to have sex with me."

Lloyd frowned and said Frankie would resent that and could be trouble for Angela.

"Then tell him if he ever attempts to have sex with me or harms me he can expect to suffer grievous bodily harm."

"You're kidding."

Angela told Lloyd it might be best to allow Frankie be the judge of that.

He stared at her and then said, "God, what they say about you is true. I thought it was mostly bullshit."

Deciding not to ask who 'they' were, Angela said, "Don't over-expect Lloyd. Because of physical limitations no woman can actually be a super-fuck. It's what is built around it such a personality, attitudes, the desire to try to be favored and giving back more than what she receives creates points of difference and males, often unknowingly, do search to experience those points of differences."

"Am I being lectured?"

"Yes."

"God, a truthful woman who is also beautiful, intelligent and articulate. You are an amazing prize Angela. My only wish is that I had got to you first."

"Oh dear," she sighed.

"And a tease."

Angela looked at Lloyd carefully. "I think I'm going to like you." She watched what she thought was a slight blush dance briefly across his face, very briefly.

"Tonight at 6:00 in here for a drink and for you to decide if you approve of me enough to allow me to undress you."

"Perfect, providing you don't bring Frankie."

"I won't. Be very careful Angela."

"I'm not stupid. I'll talk to him."

* * *

Angela went through HR like an exploding bomb. It began at reception where one of the young women was on the phone obviously talking to her boyfriend or his imminent successor. The other woman was bent over a filing system and called, "Please wait."

Timing her wait at thirty seconds Angela called to the woman at the filing cabinet: "The behavior of you two women is totally unacceptable. You are to be disciplined. Please take me to Mrs Mansell."

"Do you have an appointment?"

"She is expecting me any time."

"Then wait and I'll make you an appointment within the next day or two."

Angela eyed the glass door with its security lock. She pulled out a filing drawn from a cabinet and threw it at the door. Safety glass shattered into ten thousand pieces and those fragments cascaded to the floor. Stepping through the gap Angela heard one of the receptionists scream, "Security it's Glenda in HR. Big trouble. Get here fast!"

The five women and two men in the big room looked startled, as did four other people emerging from side interview cubicles. The door marked 'Manager' flew open and Harriet Mansell appeared. Her face changed from alarm to a smile in a flash.

"Back to work everyone. This is the newly appointed deputy director of administration choosing to make a memorable entrance. I told you yesterday she'd be arriving to kick ass. Welcome to my division Miss Briscoe.

"Sorry about the damage Harriet, charge repairs to my office."

"No problem Angela, the cost will come out of our general maintenance account. It's a salutary lesson for all of us in HR that when you say you aim to reform our work performance you mean it. It's principally about attitude, isn't it? I'd warned those two in reception to expect you at anytime but perhaps they were expecting someone of my statue, knowing you had the guts to take me on."

"Yes, it's all about attitude, persuasion, goal-setting and monitoring performance Harriet. Let's start at the top. Could someone please fetch coffee for two? Four people stood to race to the coffee machine. An athletic redhead was fastest to react.

LLOYD

Lloyd knocked and entered from the boardroom at 6:00.

"Hi, lock the door please and take off your jacket and shoes if you wish," Angela smiled, leaving her keyboard to lock the main door.

"I've heard from Josephine you entered HR rather spectacularly today and that place will never be the same again, with Harriet eating out of your hand. Josephine is most impressed because her record with that division is three failed sorties."

"Women tend to respond to authority better than men. It was a walk in the park really."

"Oh yeah," Lloyd grinned, by then removing his shirt. "I take it you were advised I'm 63 so did not expect a young buck."

"But I'd noticed you appeared in great shape for your age. Still firing good rounds of semen?"

"Not too bad but I take sex pills when going on holiday with my wife – she's twenty years my junior."

"So I'm unlikely to be drenched."

"No and I'm startled that you can talk to me so casually about this. Sexy women expect huge ejaculations."

"And who told you that – men I suppose?" Angela said, bending over the low fridge in the drinks cabinet and hitching her skirt to give Lloyd a great view if he were interested. He was.

"God you have fabulous legs."

"Thank you."

"Probably it was men and what I read in jerk-off magazine. What is the truth?"

"I know some can't stand cum on them at all and rush off to get rid of internal deposits. Others find it erotic to have it blasted over their tits – I certainly do. I'm also one of those who hate getting in the eyes and hair and up the nose."

"You sound very much like Jackie."

"Is Jackie your wife?"

"Yes."

"Is it okay that when we are in sex mode you try to avoid talking about her?"

"That's find, and I'm pleased to learn you are sensitive."

"Thank you. I guessed you would favor white wine."

"Yes, dry."

"That's what I've poured for you."

"Great, was that a good guess or did you call Josephine."

"There's only dry white still and sparking wine here."

He grinned and asked if she liked wine being poured between her breasts.

"There's so much to learn, isn't it," she said disarmingly. "But the way I have no particular preferences so use boobs, tits, cunt and pussy as you wish. As for me if you don't fire every time or go soft when on the job, not problem. All I require is for you to be interested and caring – caring about yourself as well. Believe me, it's no problem and besides I can eject enough cum to soak is both if that's what you want."

"You can?"

"Yes and I take it up the ass if that's your preference."

Lloyd's grin widened. "I was told that. Jackie won't..."

He tailed off but grinned when Angela said calmly, "Birthdays and special holidays?"

"Sometimes."

Panting heavily, Lloyd pulled out and whacking his still rigid dick managed to apply two small ejaculations over Angela's tits. He grinned when she cooed, "Oooh."

"You are a beautiful fuck," he said in awe, toweling Angela dry.

"Thank you kind sir. Stay and talk or go. I don't mind."

Lloyd kissed her good night.

Next morning Angela moved from the hotel into Josephine's elegantly decorated and furnished apartment but in an older woman's style that had no appeal for Angela although she made all the right noises.

Josephine showed her around and then said, looking straight at Angela, "It's your choice, the guest room or my room."

"I'd love to sleep with you," Angela said calmly.

"I've long lost my bloom."

"Who cares Josephine? I'm aware that fate awaits me," Angela smiled, assuming a long life lay ahead. Fifteen minutes later, with Angela unpacked and settled in the women returned to the office and Angela found a very agitated Harriet waiting to see her."

"Oh dear, trouble with the natives?"

"Excuse my language but we're in deep crap. All my people are opposed to any change and warn that unless you cancel your reforms by noon today they will call in union representatives. The possible outcome of that is either you or my head will roll, perhaps both heads."

"Oh Harriet. One usually wins skirmishes by going on the offensive and I can do that with or without you."

Harriet hesitated, only briefly. "I'm with you, all the way."

"Why?"

"You'll think I'm soft but I believe in you. You are modern and creative, clearly a New Age executive."

"Right Harriet, tell your troops to withhold action until 3:00 to give me thinking time. Josephine and I will then meet them with the intention of reaching a negotiated solution. Tell them they are welcome to have union representatives in attendance – perhaps one would be a good idea."

"They'll regard that mention of one union rep as interference with their rights."

"Of course they will Harriet. But they have to win something. If they insist on more union reps, tell them to get a dozen and then walk out on them."

"Walk out on them?"

"Yes, they may feel embarrassed discussing that issue in front of you because you are management."

"Yes of course. But twelve union reps will out-number us."

"Harriet, my thinking is the union will send one rep simply as an observer. Now please return to your office and email the files and mobile phone numbers of the last 12 people to have been recruited and processed by HR who still remain on the payroll. Off you go."

"Is this the offensive?"

"Yes."

Angela then called Josephine.

"Hi, is this about HR? Lloyd has just called and said a revolt is brewing in HR."

"The lid is about to blow. May I come to your office and work on this with you for the next couple of hours?"

"I have appointments and am working on my quarterly report to the board."

"Charlie is probably more competent than you anticipate because he knows the women who think they should have his position expect him to perform well beyond their capabilities."

"So you think women are bitches?"

"Aren't they when the gloves are off."

"Okay, come to my office and I'll place Charlie in the hot seat. The truth is I've been thinking of doing this."

Angela belted out a 12-question questionnaire on a scale of 1 to 10 (highest) relating to level of service, performance and feedback received from HR since the twelve recruits first had contact with HR. After careful thought Angela typed out the twelfth question, knowing it possibly would tell all.

"Oh God, I know you are a bitch with the teeth of a killer search. I can see what this is about," Josephine said, most impressed.

* * *

Forty minutes after the meeting of HR personnel commenced, the observer from the union stood and said she'd heard enough. Addressing the staff she said. "I'm not authorized to make an official statement but Members I can tell you this: Your Union will be aghast at your sub-performances including total lack of respect for the personnel you are hired to interface with and your disregard of modern workplace ethics. Goodbye."

As soon as the union observe had left, Josephine turned on the overhead projector again and chose the results of Question 12.

"As I stated earlier, we received a hundred percent feedback from the twelve respondents and to me this was the response that mattered most. Only one respondent stated he/she considered HR should remain as is because it appeared to be performing satisfactorily. Four considered HR was due for a substantial shake-up and the other seven respondents chose option seven of the eight options given them and that was the entire division should be fired."

Josephine paused for the gasps of disbelief and mutterings. She continued, "In the comments column that you have not viewed until now, we read 'reasons' as: Incompetent, abusive, insular, disinterested, untrained, unprofessional, insubordinate, lax and lazy and to demonstrate we have not edited the responses, we read fucking wankers and noses up their asses. Please may I have your comments?" 

Three of the women clutched each other and began wailing and most other personal remained downcast until Harriet said softly, "If the results of this survey are reported to top management we are all dead in the water."

Josephine made an executive decision: "Angela – it's your call. Go girl."

"Is there any support for the HR office to be closed at noon tomorrow for a training refocusing session to be held from 1:00 pm to 7:00 pm at the Albion Hotel to be followed by a company dinner for attendees who may invite their partners?"

Everyone called yes.

Angela said did that mean their dispute was over and her management plan for the division was accepted.

Everyone called yes.

As they walked away Josephine said, "You won this one Angela, innovatively and quite spectacularly. But if you expect to win all the battles you face, it will be your downfall."

"Relax Josephine, I'm aware of that but if I am to lose I'll go down fighting."

"Oh by this way, there is something I must tell you," Josephine said casually, too casually Angela thought. "Some nights I may call you not to come home before 7:30."

"That's fine, it's your apartment. Like to tell me about it?"

Josephine hesitated and then said, "Frankie asked if he could call on me. He's livid you've refused him."

"I had my reasons. Sure, I'll be happy to keep away when he's around. Lloyd warned me to be careful."

"I'll try to even out his mood."

"Thanks Josephine, you're a pal."

JACKIE

Back at her office Angela answered an email from Lloyd that yes it was okay for him to arrive with someone at 6:00. He'd arrived with a couple of business associates a couple of evenings ago without notice, so what was so special about this one? At 5:15 Angela had a shower and went to her office wardrobe she was building up with the generous monthly clothing allowance she received, dressed in a silver lamé top with a scooped and folded neck and gathered skirt of the same material and then worked on her hair. If the boss were arriving with someone special then he'd get special. She waited, thinking elegance to feel elegant and they arrived, a little late.

"Good evening Mrs Kingdom."

Jackie Kingdom looked surprised and turned to look at her even more surprised husband.

"Angela, I didn't advise I'd be introducing you to my wife."

"No but you did say on my arrival that your wife was younger than you. What else could I think when in you come with a very beautiful and I guessed former model, walking closer to you than any other woman would without actually touching?"

"Good evening Angela. Please call me Jackie. Like Lloyd I also admire a woman with a brain. You are working wonders with him, I am so grateful."

Hiding her confusion, aware the dress was even shorter than usual, Angela bent over the fridge and called, "Sparkling and still white wine" and Jackie answered yes please, her voice sounding a little thick. You have wonderful legs, and that's not all."

Angela managed to hold on to the two bottles as she lifted them.

Settled, with their drinks, Jackie said coolly, "Lloyd has suggested I should watch you and him in action and learn something."

"Is that what you want?"

Jackie tossed Angela a grateful look. "Men can be so persistent."

"You have no desire to watch your husband fuck another woman."

Lloyd clutched the side of the sofa but Jackie answered softly, "That is so astute. May we just talk?"

"Or trial your techniques in the flesh. Lloyd can watch or leave, whatever."

Jackie licked her lips, now staring at Angela. Lloyd shifted to a lounge chair and promised to stay put and remain silent throughout but he would unzip. Angela sat beside Jackie. "Please stand and undress for me like a woman about to be fucked – imagine I'm the guy watching with my dick taking its time to harden."

Breathing heavily, Jackie dropped her jacket and slowly undressed, her eyes never leaving Angela's.

"That was sexy and great eye contact. When doing that for Lloyd keep your tongue active, with great play of just the tip showing plus a full tongue flutter as the bra drops and then as the panties are pushed down with a foot. But always leave your hold-ups on – men tend to find stockings sexy. And also rather than unclip your bra, just wriggle out of the straps and let it fall to your waist. You virtually have no tits but great nipples, so as you about to drop the bra, flutter both thumbs over those nipples, encouraging Lloyd to focus."

Jackie rushed at Angela too quickly so she slowed her down and taught her to lick thigh as well as pussy/cock and to keep her hands moving constantly and also fingers as they came into action.

"Now, whenever Lloyd draws up a foot to poke a knee high that could mean a signal to play with his balls and if his appreciative moans increase it means to continue on."

"Continue on?"

"That could come at anytime but when he's coming close to climax you'll find he'll produce a more substantial shot if you slide a wet finger into his asshole."

Jackie swallowed heavily. "I've never done that to a guy."




Angela Briscoe Ch. 03



Angela grinned and said there wasn't much difference between men and women. Shave Lloyd if the hair is objectionable. Believe me some men have tighter assholes than women.

The two women giggled and wriggled into a sixty-nine and were away, Lloyd jerking off, eyes closed and mouth wide open.

* * *

Three evenings later Glenda walked into the apartment and called hello to Josephine. There was no answer but she heard noise in the kitchen so thought Josephine hadn't heard her. She walked into the kitchen and found Josephine on her back on the table, one of Frankie's hands over her mouth and the other hand rammed up her pussy.

"Oh hello sexy darling, I've been waiting for you."

As he leered and took the hand off Josephine's mouth she screamed, "Run."

But with a disgusting-sounding squelch, Frankie withdrew his other hand and spun around, pulling a handgun from his jacket pocket. "Stay or I'll drill you with lead."

"I'm calling the cops," Angela said, pulling out her phone.

Bang!

Angela screamed and fell as a bullet tore into the fleshy part of her left thigh. She half lifted and dropped again as Frankie said spitting hate, "Bitch". He hit her with the gun butt on her face and she heard bone beneath his left eye crack with a sickening sound and knew her beauty was gone forever. She fainted briefly.

Meanwhile Josephine had left the table and reached the knife drawer, pulling out a carving knife. Coming around Angela heard Frankie say, "If I have to take that knife off you Babe I'll tear your hand off at the wrist."

"You beast – I said I'd let you fuck me if you promised to leave Angela alone and you promised."

"Oh your believe-everything-a-guy-says women," Frankie said and unwisely placed the gun on the floor, just as Angela's eyes fluttered, before he carefully advanced towards the shaking Josephine.

Biting back pain now softened by shock and biting back on her groans, Angela crawled to the gun. She grabbed it and pivoting managed to sit up. Blood dripped off her chin and blood from her leg wound formed a pool on the floor tiles. "Oh Frankie," she called.

"Huh?"

Frankie stopped within a yard of Josephine, turned and walked back towards Angela.

Shoot me and the bullet will continue on to kill Josephine. You lesbians disgust me."

Unaware of the limitation of a pocket-size .22 compared with larger caliber handgun, Angela accepted what he said so waited till he was really close and angled away from Josephine. She heard Frankie jeer she was too soft and sweet and too much of a motherfucker to shoot any guy with a cock to make her mouth water.

Frankie was so close Angela didn't have to aim. She fired two shots into his belly. Frankie looked stunned and said, "Bitch. I'm dying."

"I hope so – agonizing death by blood poisoning would be my choice," Angela said, watching twin patches of blood forming over his belly.

Checking the Josephine was fine – she was slumped in the corner, the knuckles of one hand in her mouth – Angela said, "I'm disfigured Frankie, my life if over. Shoot me."

As she pushed the gun across the short distance to Frankie Angela heard Josephine scream, "No."

A bullet slammed dead center, right into Angela's breastbone. She smiled, seeing but not feeling blood seeping between her fingers over the wound as she closed her eyes and toppled over.

* * *

Josephine called Lloyd first and he and one of his attorneys arrived just after the police. Lloyd and attorney were admitted into the house after showing ID but were prevented from entering the kitchen. Lloyd heard someone say, "Take this one to hospital in a hurry. There's no hurry with the corpse."

"Angela" he croaked as he saw the hair as the medics wheeled out Angela. Lloyd then heard Josephine's voice.

"That's my boss, I want to go to him."

"Yeah, but come around this side of the table and don't leave the house. Here, you better put my jacket on. Bosses are not used to seeing their personnel nude."

Although dying, Frankie was too good with his final shot: it hit Angela dead center, lodging in bone instead of blasting through her heart. Her two wounds were fixed up and the first of a long series of skin grafts commenced. Jackie Kingdom stayed with Angela for hours each day and the first of office visitors was a deputation from HR, lead by Harriet who, crying, said when handing across ten red roses, "For bravery. Your heroic action is all over the newspapers."

"My what?"

"Josephine managed to spit it out to a reporter before being hospitalized for treatment for acute emotional distress. She said you saved her life with Lloyd filling in the gaps."

"I did no such thing."

"Hush darling. It's what Josephine believes and what we believe and Lloyd is ecstatic, saying all the publicity is good for the firm. He's coming in later to brief you and support you and the hospital is allowing you to be interviewed live during the news this evening. Your segment is going national-wide."

Angela put her hand over her eyes and cried.

"We love you Angela," called her visitors as an annoyed senior nurse ushered them out demanded, "Who let you guys in? Miss Briscoe is restricted to immediate family visitors." A nurse said, "Here's her mother now." The group watched opened-mouthed as Jackie smiled at them and went in to Angela. 

A few days later Jackie said while arranging new flowers, "Do you fancy coming with me to Australia? Your leg will be placed in a cast this afternoon and you will be trained to use forearm crutches and will be discharged in the morning."

"What?"

"You can leave in the morning."

"No, I understood that. You mentioned Australia."

"Oh that. I have a son in Perth who heads a small mining company..."

"You're too young to have a son that old."

"True, he's my stepson. He's thirty-two, a geologist and thinks I'm cute and insists I refer to him as my son because he says his own mom was such a bitch both to him and his father."

"His father?"

"Lloyd you idiot. That blow was on your cheek, not over your brain."

Angela laughed and said Jackie was so good to her, especially in respect of morale building.

"Um what do my surgeons say?"

"Delighted and I already have details of your new surgeons. They say Western Australia has some of the best skin-graft surgeons in the world, attracted there because of work opportunities."

"Work opportunities?"

"The mine explosions, mine collapses, light airplane and helicopter crashes and all the crashes on high-speed straight roads, many of them unsealed, in remote areas were law enforcement is, well, difficult because with the long distances one doesn't get anywhere unless driving flat out." 

"But why go – our surgeons are great?"

"Because our insurers have agreed your former beauty is worth rebuilding but it will take time. You will have to return here for publicity purposes."

Angela thought about that. "Then you think it's likely I will want to remain in Australia."

"Very likely I would think darling. I sent Adam press cuttings and a DVD of your TV interview and he thinks he's falling in love with you."

"What, don't they have women where he works?"

"Oodles of them darling, including real babes. He admires you spirit and um, became enchanted when your tit fell out of your hospital gown during the interview."

"Yes that was awful and those jerks promised to edit it out. We should sue."

"Quite dear but just let's slip away from it all. If my plan works I'll return after four weeks with you and Adam engaged."

Angela turned and eyed Jackie severely. "Jackie, I'll go to get away from all the scandal here but only if you promise you won't interfere."

"I promise darling and know I won't have to lift a finger or say a word. Adam will feel nothing but sorrow when he sees the side of your face in a sterile dressing and walking on crutches and leg brace. Then one day I will dress you in a bikini and push you out the door to the pool because by then you should be out of your leg brace and thereon just having a leg dressing. He'll have 'I'm fucking this babe written all over his face'.

"Jackie!"

"Of sorry darling. I quite forget you screaming during your darkest hours you'll never fuck anyone again."

"Yes, I remember. But some how I am no longer quite so sure about the finality of that crazy statement."

The women smiled and hugged gently. 

"My baby's getting emotionally healed," Jackie murmured into Angela's ear. Angela went rigid momentarily and then slowly relaxed.

"There, there. My good darling baby," Jackie cooed, beginning to achieving what the hospital psychology team had been unable to achieve in the eight days Angela had been handed over to them.

ADAM

Adam met them at the airport, streaky blonde and big shouldered, good-looking and beaming and Angela watched wearing a smile as he hugged his step-mom as if he really loved her. As for herself? In dismay Angela realized she felt no attraction, not even when he gently brushed her good cheek with his lips and when standing back he eyed her breasts briefly. Angela felt more when she caught Jackie looking at that, her face completely unmasked. Jackie caught her staring and both women colored and smiled lightly.

Jackie took Angela to her bedroom to sleep off some of the travel fatigue and heard her friend said, "Patience, patience – please don't become overwrought." Angela was aware she was being treated like a child and yet felt no resentment. She was also aware her life was slowly rebuilding – the fact of being in Perth was proof of that.

"Dress conservatively...I don't want Adam becoming overly attractive to you just yet."

Angela went to sleep thinking what a ridiculous think to say to her. Hours later Adam woke them for late dinner and both women went to the table in light gowns, sparse make-make and hair only lightly combed. Later Adam's questions began to bore Angela and she heard Jackie say quietly Angela was still in recovery mode and was grateful to be led back to bed.

A new day dawned on to two rejuvenating women and their spirits remained lifted after Adam minutes later raced off early to work to deal with some problem. 

That evening Adam arrived home with a tall guy in his late thirties who wore spectacles and looked at Angela as if he were appraising her before asking for a date.

"This is my tennis buddy and occasional two-drink companion Jason, Dr Jason McLeod who assists your surgeon Mr Marks.

Angela raised a hand to lightly cover the medical pad over her face.

"Relax Angela," Jackie soothed.

Angela dropped her hand, smiled and said, Hello Jason. I apologize – I'm a little wounded but not only on my cheek and thigh."

"That's fine Angela and I'm pleased to hear that. Some of the beautiful women we deal with are driven half-crazy in grief so are rather dysfunctional."

"Come, straddle my knees and let me look at you. A sterile dressing unopened thanks Mrs Kingdom."

As Angela raised her skirt to straddle Jason she asked, "Is this a proper examination position?"

"No, but you're such a babe I wanted to do it this way."

Angela halted, her healing leg raised and looking a little angry. Jackie and Adam looked on in alarm.

"Run if you feel the need Angela; I'll not stop you."

Angela looked at Jason and smiled. "No, it's okay. I'll feel more comfortable if you avoid getting a hard-on."

Jason blushed and said he'd attempt to remain professional but Angela must remember he was only human. "It-it's great finding you are a tease."

"You managed to draw that out of me with your audacity Jason. I was thinking perhaps I'd never get it back after the trauma."

"That was some trauma Angela. Adam showed me the scans of the newspaper clips and the DVD of the interview. That convinced me to ask Mr Marks to bend his schedule to take you on as a special patient."

"What's special about me?"

"You're a heroine."

"That was media bullshit."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"What did you think of my breast popping out during the interview Jason?"

"I replayed it several times."

"For medical reasons."

"Yes and no."

Adam urged, "Jason" but Jackie who'd not left to fetch the dressing said, "Continue Jason, this is stupendous – Angela has not interacted with anyone but me since the event." 

"Jason, please have Mr Marks do his utmost to restore my breasts to the way they were. I love my breasts. The grafts have not been as successful over the mid-chest reconstruction – it's an ugly mess."

"You're fortunate Angela, Mr Marks happens to be one of those guys called a titman."

"Then I'll be in great hands?"

Jason chuckled and said yes and then said it was the facial graft that interested him because the face was where other people saw beauty.

Next evening Jason asked Angela would she answer the front door bell.

A beautiful blonde woman in her late twenties looked at Angela and said, "Hi – with that patch you must be the babe who was shot between the tits and wounded in the leg."

"Y-yes."

"You don't sound very sure. Show me your tits."

"There's no need to go overboard Sandra," Jackie said, coming up behind Angela. Angela Briscoe this is Sandra Williams. Sandra and I have met before. Come in Sandra, Adam is not ready."

"Are you an Adam going on a date?"

"Yes, Adam and I are occasional lovers."

Both women watched Angela whose smile remained but her shoulders straightened.

"Feel anything?" Jackie asked softly.

"I'll talk to you later."

"Tell us now otherwise this has been a waste of time," Sandra said.

"Okay, I feel jealous."

"That's progress darling," Jackie said to Angela and Jackie and Sandra smacked their raised hands.

"I'm married and my husband Donny is in the Army, at present on service overseas. He's encouraged me to share it around occasionally with some of our old friends so when he returns home I'll remember what's is for when he bends me over." 

They laughed and Angela said Donny and Sandra appeared to be a very modern couple.

Just as Adam and Sandra were about to leave Angela called, "Sandra". She lifted up her top and then lifted up the dressing to reveal and pitted red and purple mess between the rounds of her breasts.

"Oh you poor darling," Sandra screamed, and ran to hug Angela. 

Adam stood helpless and looked at his stepmother.

"It's okay darling," Jackie told him. "Just another breakthrough. Angela is attempting to bond to Sandra who'll become her first Australian friend."

"Am I not counted?"

"I rather think she'd hoping you'll be her first lover in Australia, but she'll not rush into that.

"Have a great time you two," Angela said cheerfully at the door. And then, turning coarse, whispered, "Give Sandra a good one for Donny," she called. Giggling Sandra came back and kissed Angela again and asked would Angela join her and some girlfriends at the mall on Saturday morning for coffee. "It's a ritual. I'll tell them all about you and then you will have no reason to be embarrassed."

The next morning Angela went to Mr Marks for an assessment. After the inspection the lean and deeply seriously specialist invited Jackie to join them and said, "This scar tissue on the chest is healing too fast for my likening. Angela I would like you to go straight to St Jives Private Hospital where I have a spare bed. Around 4:00 today I'll resume reconstruction of your chest and work on your other two sites that are coming along nicely. Is that acceptable?"

"Yes, yes I'm finding I have great confidence in you."

"Good, good. The truth is your face will look a mite less than perfect when I finish with you, but with make-up not even you will notice. Jason informed me you were worried about your chest. Well, there's no need for that. Within a few months you will look amazing again; that I promise you."

"Months," Angela faltered.

"Yes my dear. Unfortunately miracles don't occur overnight."

On a drip and under sedation, the first person Angela saw next morning was the beaming Sandra, with Jason and an exhausted-looking Jackie grinning in the background.

"You look more beautiful already," Sandra lied charmingly.

"S-Sandra. The coffee club – I'm sorry."

"Not to worry. Jackie will host the club at Adam's house – you are going home this evening and will be fit on Saturday." She whispered, "I met your Mr Marks and he looked, well, interested. Should I call him?"

Holding her best Australian friend's hand Angela whispered, "Oh please do and if he seems okay give him a good one for me."

* * *

When Angela was back home and chirpy after the next round of skin drafts Jackie held out a new blue and white striped bikini.

From inside the house Jackie watched Adam climbing from the pool and pushed her 'baby' between the sliding doors and whispered, "Stay under the roof overhang, you are not to go into the sun."

Jackie watched Adam turn from wiping his face dry and look, almost stunned as the beautiful vision with her three surgical patches as she said softly, "Hello sexy."

Adam's green eyes devoured and he mopped back his overgrown hair. Jackie retreated inside and called the travel agent to book her return flight home. Jackie knew she was done here and was delighted when the agent confirmed because she was traveling first-class he could get her on a Qantas flight via Sydney the next day.

Driving back from the airport Adam said he could take a couple of hours of work if that was what Angela wanted.

"I'd like that."

Adam grinned. "Perhaps a little more than fingers..."

"Oooh yes. Um Adam, I should tell you..."

Adam hushed her and said, "Look, I haven't been a good boy all my life. Shall we make a pact to start off together with a clean slate?"

"I really need to tell you about your father..."

"That's enough. Mom hinted and that fact that she'd anything but spurned you tells me a lot about what she thinks of you. Do we have a pact?"

"Very well. Get me home quickly and give me what I want."

It was a little awkward for Adam with three areas with surgical dressing to avoid and he had no wish to hurt her. When they had kissed and fondled for quite sometime she murmured, "Let's undress."

Adam virtually ripped off his clothes and assisted Angela to add her clothes to the pile. His eyes closed and his head went back as Angela, working on her knees, closed her mouth over his almost attractive erection. As her hand went around his huge balls he sighed and he heard her sighed and he groaned in delight as she scraped her teeth. Later he called to her that he was about to cum, not wanting to get liquid near her cheek wound.

Grinning as Adam helped her to her feet Angela said, "You are such a gentleman.

She collected two cushions to place under her belly and bent over the table, keeping the dressing between her breasts under no undue tension. There was no problem with the thigh as the skin graft area was on the outside. 

Eyeing the shaved pussy and asshole, Adam wondered whether his mother or Sandra had been keeping up the maintenance. He watched with pleasure as Angela spread her pussy for him and lubing his shaft with spit sunk it home. It felt tight but she took it all.

"This is wonderful Angela, please think about marrying me."

"Go on, you are overcome with passion. Talk to me tonight when we are in bed – that is, if I'm invited to your bed."

"You promise?"

Angela grinned and squeezed the fat cock invading her pussy.

"Oh halleluiah, a fuck expert in Kegel technique," he yelled, blasting the insides of Angela with powerful steams of semen.

"You're such a good boy," she cooed, squeezing.

"Yikes, here I go again," Adam bellowed.

THE END