1 comments/ 18097 views/ 1 favorites Belinda's Tale Ch. 01 By: Alexandra The tram ride to the office nearly always made Belinda impatient. Not that she was such a workaholic that she couldn't wait to get to the office, but rather that once she had left her small two bedroom apartment in South Melbourne, she was eager to get started, her work mindset clicked on as the door clicked shut behind her. She had joined the marketing division of Robson Multimedia four weeks ago and so far it had lived up to the challenge Derek Robson had promised. The marketing division was divided into three sections, sports, multimedia and corporate divisions. She had been hired to run the corporate division and the challenge, along with the nice salary boost had convinced her to move to Melbourne from Sydney. The rattle of the tram changed as it crossed the Yarra, its new tone seeming to announce the destination for nearly all its occupants. Belinda watched the mixed crowd wandering along the Southbank complex, hurrying to work while others seemed more relaxed and intent on enjoying the bright morning sunshine. By the time she stepped out of the elevator onto the eleventh floor, her mind had already contemplated the three appointments she had booked for today. Belinda nodded a greeting to someone she recognized but whose name she couldn't remember. Apart from Tony, Derek and Julia, she hadn't taken any time to get to know other staff members in the company. Except for Pamela, her personal assistant. 'Hi Belinda,' the greeting was as cheerful as ever. Belinda recognized that Pam had played a huge part in helping her settle into the new job and had a calm efficiency which kept the minutiae off Belinda's desk and out of her mind. Belinda hadn't had a personal assistant before and was a little unsure of how to thank her without appearing patronizing or overly grateful. It was something she would have to make a decision on soon however. 'Hi Pam, any calls?' It was a silly question given that it was only just after eight, but Belinda suspected that there were plenty of others out there who started work earlier than she did. 'No. The Tiller file is on your desk, and Derek will want a progress report at the exec meeting this morning.' Belinda thanked Pam and opened the door to her office. The office window faced south, taking in the whole of Southbank including the tall buildings that marked the Crown Casino, the Port of Melbourne and as far down as St Kilda's Esplanade. On days like today, where the vista was bathed in sunshine, the area looked almost as pretty as Darling Harbour, 'but not quite' she reminded herself, struck by a sudden stab of homesickness. Belinda sat at her desk, sure that it had been messier when she had left for home last night and opened the Tiller file. Tiller Entertainment were a US based cable television company about to launch in Australia, and their account was going to be worth some ten million over three years. Belinda knew that it was virtually hers and that landing it would secure her place at Robson. Not that she felt that her position was insecure at all, it was more of a personal feeling, one of being the outsider recruited from Sydney. Her mother's pleading for her not to go, not to leave her, had combined with her own deep seated, but mostly well hidden, sense of insecurity to convince her that the move would be a bad thing and ultimately lead to failure. Derek Robson had, astutely, been aware of her hesitation, and his gentle persuasion had won her over. That and the dead end future she had faced in Telstra's Sydney office. The intercom buzzed and Pam's quiet voice reminded her that it was ten to nine and time for the Monday morning company executives' meeting. Scooping the Tiller file and notes she had scribbled into her arms she thanked Pam and walked quickly towards the conference room at the far end of the hall. Tony was the last into the conference room as always. Belinda knew that he had been in the company longer than anyone except for Doris and Irma at reception and suspected that his late entry was carefully staged appear just before Derek as if to remind people of his seniority. He directed the company's sporting accounts, which included two AFL clubs. It was such a different game and the long limbed athletes that played the game were far more appealing than the stocky thick necked types she was used to in her native rugby league. Tony smiled warmly at her and she responded in kind, vaguely aware of the mild flirtation behind both their smiles. Belinda put his age in the mid-thirties only by the number of smile lines around his eyes. He still had a firm jaw line and thick hair that he kept carefully unkempt, but his eyes smiled when he did and it was that she found most attractive. Alone in Melbourne, the thought of having someone to meet outside of office hours held appeal and at twenty eight years herself, she felt very comfortable with the age gap; it was only the whole co-worker thing that had stopped her allowing things to go further. By eleven the meeting was over. It was the only time of the week that Derek could be accessed and for that matter the only time he checked up on what his executives were doing. He was not into micromanaging the business affairs of his company, so the two hours each Monday morning were a valuable time for all concerned. By the end of this meeting Derek was visibly pleased with her progress on the Tiller account and asked her to stay behind as the others left the conference room. 'So how are you fitting in Belinda?' It was a typically direct Robson question. It caught her a little off guard as she had thought he would want more details of the Tiller deal. 'Fine I guess.' 'Have you made any friends in Melbourne yet?' His stare was fixed but friendly, with perhaps a hint of concern. 'There's Julia.' She replied after a moments thought. Julia ran the multimedia section and had helped Belinda to learn the various protocols that made life in the company a little easier. Describing her as a friend was a white lie however. 'Good. I'd like you to come to PJ's after work. All the execs will be there." 'PJ's?' He smiled wryly at her reply. 'You haven't been getting out much have you?' Belinda felt a slight flush creep onto her cheeks.' 'PJ O'Brien's, it's in Southbank. I'll get Julia to walk you over.' Derek stood, signalling that the conversation was over. It was nearly six when Julia, tired of waiting, knocked on her door. Julia had told her to come and get her when she was ready to go. Belinda had sent Pam home at five, telling her that she would be leaving soon herself. 'No use trying to suck up to Derek here, he'll be on his second Guinness by now and everyone else will be miles ahead of you.' Belinda closed the file and smiled. Julia was thirty, and sported short cropped brunette hair that suited a trim, petite figure that would have made many teenagers envious. They chatted about work as they crossed the footbridge across the Yarra, Belinda appreciating the reflection of the Princess Bridge lights on the still water. The sun had set but the western sky was a mass of dark purple and pink clouds that looked beautiful but promised rain later that night. PJ's was a small but popular Irish style pub, the type that had become all the rage in most Australian cities. Dark woodwork and pints of Guinness were all the rage. The place was packed to the point that Belinda doubted that even if they could find Derek and the others, she couldn't see how there would be room for them to stand. Julia grabbed her hand and lead her confidently through the crush of bodies to the far corner of the bar and through an open door into a small function area that contained Robson's executives. Derek turned as he saw them enter and smiled a welcome. A waiter appeared and took their orders, scotch and dry for Julia and champagne for Belinda. 'Ladies and gentlemen,' Derek's voice was raised only slightly but commanded attention. A silence fell across the room, deepened when the waiter returned and closed the function area's door behind him to shout out the commotion of the packed bar. Belinda accepted her drink with thanks and was surprised when she wasn't asked to pay. 'For those who don't recognise the new face, I'd like to introduce Belinda Neilson.' Belinda smiled and realised that there were quite a few faces she recognized that she couldn't name, but that there were also a lot of faces she had never seen before. 'Not only would I like to welcome her to this gathering, but also to congratulate her. Just before leaving my office this afternoon, I received a call from one Lionel Bodulki of the Tiller Corporation informing me that we had been awarded exclusive rights to market their company in not only Australia, but New Zealand and Indonesia as well.' A few high-spirited cheers sounded from around the room. Belinda felt a sense of exaltation sweep through her. The New Zealand and Indonesian rights had been an outside chance at best, and she had played it that way to Derek. Winning those as well meant that Singapore and Southeast Asia were within reach! 'It was solely due to Belinda's hard work and long hours that Robson has landed this contract. It is her effort that no doubt has kept her from meeting you all,' he paused to allow the laughter to subside, 'but tonight I hope you will make her welcome.' At once cheers and applause washed over her, followed by a series of introductions and warm welcomes. Belinda knew she had worked hard for the Tiller account, but she also knew that Derek himself had been busy behind the scenes doing the top level hand pumping and contact building. But he had handed this moment to her alone, and although she knew that the others in the room would be aware of Derek's contributions, she allowed herself to be swept up in the praise and congratulations. Around midnight, after many champagnes and conversations with newly found work acquaintances, Belinda found herself in the corner of a much quieter PJs with Tony. She hadn't remembered talking to him earlier, but had been very aware of his presence. Derek had left at eleven and the rest of the staff had quickly moved from the function area out into the main bar, where the crowd had thinned considerably. 'You must be feeling good with yourself.' His smile conveyed the same praise that everyone had heaped upon her. 'Well actually - yes I do!' She was feeling light headed, but very good about herself. She realised that a contract the size of Tiller had to be good for the company as a whole, so she assumed that the praise from her co-workers was genuine. 'You've made a remarkable impact since arriving here', his smile had faded but danced faintly at the corners of his mouth. 'Thank you,' she paused to down the last of her champagne, 'but I guess you have too.' At once she felt a tremor pass through her at her forwardness, followed by the thought, 'what the hell, tonight I'm a star.' Tony raised one eyebrow but didn't appear shocked. Belinda plunged on, 'well Tony, you always smile at me around the office, and here it is, almost midnight before you've decided to talk to me for the first time all night.' Her drunken smile challenged him to deny what she was implying was true. He laughed and shook his head, turning to the bar to order each of them another drink. Her head was spinning and she knew she should decline the drink, but she didn't want the sense of euphoria to stop. 'Cheers and congratulations.' He raised his drink. She clinked her glass against his, a little too hard, spilling some champagne onto her hand. 'Champagne sir?' Emboldened by his lack of a response, she offered her hand to him. He met her gaze with a smile and shook his head. 'Belinda, you're very drunk and I think that this,' he paused, 'this thing between us should wait until you're more in control of your decision making faculties.' She pulled her hand back, then without breaking the eye contact slowly licked the champagne residue from her fingers one at a time. She felt a small stab of lust in her belly, before becoming aware of the stares of two business-suited types who were seated behind Tony at the far end of the bar. Breaking away from Tony's gaze she smiled at them and raised her glass in their direction. 'I know what I'm doing Tony,' she said quietly, and deep down, under the fog of lust and alcohol, she knew that she did. Tony nodded and raised his eyebrows to indicate that he didn't believe her. 'I'm just going to the loo,' he said, placing his glass on the bar. She watched him wander across the bar and through the door marked 'men', and briefly considered walking away and catching a cab home. But she wanted him, and had wanted him well before she had gotten drunk. She took the opportunity to scan the bar and found to her relief that all her co-workers were gone. Reassured, she decided to stay, and then considered that the absence of other Robson employees in conjunction with the timing of Tony's advance was not pure coincidence. She smiled and decided that she would go home with him tonight. They staggered into a cab at three o'clock, their breath hanging whitely in the air which was crisp in the aftermath of the rain that had just ceased. Tony gave the driver his address and then they sat side by side for an awkward, silent moment. Belinda was still riding the high of her success and the alcohol, and wasn't about to have it evaporate in the back of the cab so close to achieving her secondary goal for the evening. She slipped her hand across Tony's thigh and boldly rested it on his crotch. He jumped at the contact but made no move nor gave any indication that he wanted her to remove it. She slowly began pressing her hand down against him, feeling a thrill at his immediate reaction. By the time the cab pulled up outside a small block of executive apartments in South Yarra, Tony had been shifting slightly in his seat in an attempt to ease the pressure. He paid the driver with a generous tip, and the taxi had barely pulled away from the gate before her tongue was in his mouth while her hand firmly massaged him. They fumbled their way through the security door and into a darkened corridor, their gasps sounding loud in the early morning silence. Belinda grabbed his hand as he reached for the light switch, instead pushing him against the wall. 'What...' 'Shut up', she gasped at him, her fingers working his fly open, snaking their way inside and freeing him. 'No, wait...' His protest trailed off as Belinda dropped to her knees and swallowed his full length, her fingers dancing in unison with her lips and tongue. She worked him furiously for a few seconds, then slowed, her hand gripping him firmly as she slowly worked her tongue around his tip. His flesh was hard and hot and she felt a thrill at her power. His body tensed and at once she released him from her mouth, not wanting him to finish, knowing that if he did so in his drunken state that the night would be over. She stood, still holding him gently, kissing him on the mouth. 'Take me inside.' Tony held her in his embrace, and she kept his erection in her hand. From the tension in his body she could tell that the scene she had set heightened his senses. Their tongues danced together and he gently moved his hips against her grip, still riding close to orgasm. He went to slip himself back into his trousers but Belinda laughed and pushed his hand away. She stepped back and towards the door, her grip making him follow obediently. 'So this is what it means to be lead by your dick,' he muttered. Belinda laughed softly and continued to gently squeeze him as he fumbled with the key before they tumbled inside. Belinda kicked the door closed behind them then found herself pushed against the wall with Tony's hands exploring her body. The rustle of material broke the dark silence in the apartment as they slowly stripped each other, leaving a trail of clothing from the doorway, up the staircase and into his bedroom. Belinda paid scant attention to the rest of the apartment, vaguely aware of its tubular and glass furnishings. As Tony paused she quickly glanced at his room, approving of the fact that it was clean and tidy. His bed was king sized and dominated the room. A large dresser with a mirror stood against the far wall and showed surprisingly good taste in decor. The other feature in the room was the large window, which faced out across the street. The curtains were open and the room was partially illuminated by the streetlight. Belinda moved towards the bed, her heart thumping, but Tony propelled her into a leather reading chair that was next to the dresser near the corner of the window. The leather felt cool against her bare skin and Belinda sunk into its comfort. Tony stood in front of her and she let her eyes run appreciatively down his naked body. She leaned forward and placed her hands on the back of his thighs, drawing him closer until his knees rested against the edge of the chair. She parted her legs to allow him to get closer then looked up, meeting his eyes as she again took him into her mouth. She saw his eyes glaze in pleasure and felt herself tingle at her power. She moved slower than in their first encounter outside, her tongue exploring him with slow, languid strokes as her head bobbed back and forth in time with the contractions of her mouth. She felt his hands running roughly through her hair, not forcing her mouth onto him but wanting to explore her. Tony pulled back, the look on his face betraying how close he had been to finishing. He dropped to his knees and kissed her deeply, one hand gently stroking her breast, the other running along her thigh then between her legs, making her jump at his first contact with her there. His fingers began working in small, quick circles, sending shivers of pleasure through her whole body and he pressed harder on her mouth with his, forcing her back against the chair. She pushed against his finger, then gasped as he broke off the kiss and ran his tongue across her sensitive nipples, over her belly and between her legs. She felt like screaming as his tongue explored her, sometimes in slow rhythmic circles then in small darting motions into her. She opened her eyes and gasped as her climax ripped through her body, bucking against Tony's mouth, not wanting to break the contact but unable to prevent it as she convulsed in the now warm and damp seat. Tony's mouth worked its way back up her body until their lips met again and she kissed him passionately, her lust overriding the thought that his skin was covered with her wetness. She pushed him back and stood, pulling him to his feet, feeling his hardness against her belly as they embraced. Tony started to lead her to the bed, but she resisted, pulling him to the large window. The outside light shining on her skin gave her a pale luminescence, an almost ghostlike appearance. Sliding open the window she stepped onto the balcony and into the still night. The green lights of the bedside clock told her that it was nearly four in the morning and so the chance of anyone being up and seeing her, naked on the balcony, was highly unlikely. But the thrill was there. She turned and leant on the metal rail, facing inwards. Tony was staring fixedly at her, unsure as whether to follow or not. She beckoned to him with one seductive motion of her finger, which she then ran from her mouth, down between her breasts, across her body and between her thighs, touching herself and feeling the small electric shock of the after effects of her climax. Tony walked onto the balcony, nervously glancing across the street towards the neighbours that he knew, but so consumed by lust as to be able to refuse. As he neared, Belinda turned, and leant forward so her breasts swayed over the rail, her rump thrust back towards him. She stood stiff legged, her feet apart, and waited for him. He entered her in one swift, smooth motion, his hands gripping her waist simultaneously. She gasped and heard a deep throaty moan from behind. His cock spread its heat into her and she felt it spread up through her belly and chest. Tony tried to keep his rhythm slow, but he was eager to possess her and Belinda thrust against him, wanting to come again before he finished. As if engaged in a race they tried to manoeuvre to maximise their own pleasure. Belinda could feel each of his thrusts as a frenetic rubbing of his shaft along her clit and she experienced a second massive climax, fighting to stifle her cry as she writhed in Tony's tight grip. As the waves passed through her she felt him tense and realised that he was not wearing a condom. As he began to come, she pulled free and turned, taking him in her hand and with slow, firm strokes led him into his orgasm, watching his face as he too fought not to cry out. His seed sprayed past her fingers and struck her stomach, then her hand was clamped around the tip of his cock and his sperm filled her fist. Tony's eyes were clamped shut and his jaw tensed as her emptied himself into her grip. As his body relaxed she stood on tiptoe and kissed him, wiping her hand clean on his bottom under the guise of a gentle caress. Their mouths met warmly and silently he took her hand and walked with her into the bedroom. They were asleep minutes later. Belinda's Tale Ch. 01 *** Belinda woke in a panic; the bedside clock in the unfamiliar room telling her it was nearly eight o'clock. Disorientated, it took a moment for the memory of the previous night to flood back, but when it did she sank back down onto the pillows of Tony's bed. The door opened and he appeared, freshly showered and finishing off the knot in his tie. 'Why the hell didn't you wake me?' she snapped. Her head was pounding and her stomach threatened to empty itself, though what could possibly be in it was a mystery to her. 'Because you were sound asleep and needed the rest.' He held up a hand to cut off her protest, 'Just use the phone in an hour or so to ring and tell them you'll be in after lunch, that you're not feeling well.' 'Christ Tony, I can hardly have a sickie when I've only been here a month.' 'Don't worry, Derek will be glad to hear that everyone got to know you and that you have finally managed to unwind. He said to me before you arrived at PJ's that he was getting worried about you.' His smile reassured her somewhat, so she gratefully closed her eyes. Even if she wanted to get ready, she could hardly wear the same clothes to work that she had partied in last night, they reeked of smoke and alcohol. She could sleep for another hour or two, go home, shower and change and go to the office and work through to eight or nine. She didn't hear the door close as Tony departed for the office. When Belinda woke again it was after ten. Her head still throbbed but not as severely, and her stomach had settled somewhat. In fact she felt a little hungry. The only thing she could remember eating was a hot dog from a roadside vendor outside some nightclub in the city. It had been a great night that had concluded with some great sex. Tony knew what he was doing, even as drunk as she thought he had been. The memory of him between her thighs reawakened the tingle she had felt during the cab ride home, and she ran her hand down her body, touching herself gently at first until she could no longer restrain herself and enjoyed a quick but satisfying climax. As the feeling of euphoria subsided the throbbing in her head renewed its assault and it was with reluctance that she dragged herself out of bed and into the clothes she had worn the previous day. The memory of shedding their clothes in rooms other than this one returned and she smiled at the thoughtfulness Tony had displayed to fold them beside the bed. After making herself a cup of coffee and wolfing down three pieces of toast, her sense of duty and guilt took hold so she quickly called Pam. 'Hi Belinda,' the bright voice almost sparkled through the telephone line, 'I've rescheduled all your meetings for tomorrow. The first thing you need to do is to finalize the annexes in the Tiller contract and I've had a copy sent by courier to your place for you to review this afternoon. There's no need for you to come in today.' Pam paused before adding, 'and congratulations.' Belinda's head spun as for a moment she thought Pam was making a sly reference to Tony, before realizing that she hadn't spoken to Pam since they knew of winning the Tiller deal. 'Thank you Pam, and what's more congratulations to you too. Without you organizing and backing me up we wouldn't have won this one.' She made a mental note to find out about getting Pam a bonus or a raise; Robson Multimedia owed it to her. 'Just doing my job Belinda, I'll see you tomorrow.' 'Okay Pam, thanks for sending the papers to me.' Belinda went to hang up the telephone before changing her mind and dialling for a cab. The operator had answered before she realised that she didn't know Tony's address. Mumbling with embarrassment she dropped the receiver onto the cradle again before walking outside, being careful to lock the door behind her. She desperately wanted a shower and clean clothes. *** The next two weeks were completely occupied with finalizing the details of the Tiller deal. The Vice President of their global marketing group was going to sign the contact and already there had been some media exposure to the emergence of this new entrant to the Australian pay TV scene. Derek Robson had indicated that he would sign the contract personally but wanted Belinda to be present and to initial as a witness. As a result she had little time to ponder the fling with Tony and hardly saw him around the office. She was glad that he respected their separate office lives, as far as she could tell there was no office gossip going on and she felt that she could have faith in Pam to inform her if such talk was happening. The only thing apart from the Tiller contract that Belinda had been able to find time to attend to was a bonus for Pam. Her own bonus had been nearly five thousand dollars and she passed fifteen hundred on to her assistant. Pam had tried to refuse it, the company had no policy for remunerating clerical staff and Belinda's successor had never seen fit to take it on his shoulders, but Belinda made it clear that there was no refusing. The first time she had the opportunity to talk privately with Tony was on the day of the contract signing, a brief meeting in the corridor where he was waiting for the elevator. She smiled at him as their eyes met. 'Will you be at the signing?' He nodded and returned the smile. 'Sorry I haven't called I've been working back to nearly ten every night.' 'I know, Pam told Stella who told me.' There was no sign that Tony was hurt or upset and she concluded that he had probably had his own fair share of such work practices during his career. The elevator door began to open so she turned and continued to her office. Gordon Tiller Junior was tall, athletic and handsome and possessed the charisma to make all those around him relax. He was surrounded by a coterie of almost a dozen men and women from the corporation's legal, accounting and marketing divisions. They bustled around him and mingled with their counterparts from Robson Multimedia who numbered a mere five, including Belinda. The signing ceremony was to take place in the Penthouse Suite of the Hyatt with views across Melbourne and would be attended by almost two dozen representatives of television and print media. It was a great start to the marketing of Tiller and Belinda's ongoing strategy was ready to be launched the following week. Derek had approved of it with only minor adjustments and had given her a clear indication that he was very pleased with her work. Gordon Tiller Junior's signature was recorded to the accompaniment of a multitude of bright flashes and under the glare of bright television lights, which also captured the bemused expression of Derek seated by his side. Gordon was obviously used to the spotlight whereas Derek had nearly always conducted his business in the privacy of his offices. The press happily stayed for the free food and drinks provided by both companies once the formalities were concluded. Belinda was more restrained than the night of her previous success, but enjoyed a few drinks. By mid afternoon, when Derek excused himself, the crowd was down to three female journalists, herself, Julia and Tony. Belinda noted wryly that the female reporters were listening attentively to Gordon's smooth accent as he discussed Tiller Corporation's vision of a global pay TV world. They had managed to keep their hair and clothes neat and touched up their makeup since the lunch had ended. 'Enjoying yourself?' Julia asked. 'Makes me wonder why I didn't choose journalism, free lunches, good excuse to try and weasel your way into the rooms of rock stars and multi-millionaires,' Belinda observed dryly. 'Indeed,' Julia laughed. 'Are you planning to head back to the office?' 'Yes, I've still got some points to include in the campaign that Derek suggested. If I have them finished today I can have the finalized proposal sent around tomorrow.' 'What about you Tony?' 'Actually ladies, I need to excuse myself right now.' He stood and nodded to both of them. 'Well hang on for a moment,' Belinda rose, 'I'll come with you.' 'No, please!' Julia said. 'You come too,' Belinda added. 'I can't, Derek specifically asked me to stay until Tiller wanted to get rid of the reporters.' 'I can't stay, really,' Tony said. 'Belle, please. Don't leave me with those,' she tossed her head towards the reporters. As if on cue the three girls surrounding Tiller laughed with excessive volume. The champagne and the competition for Tiller's attention were making them go to great lengths to outdo one another. 'Alright,' Belinda shook her head. 'See you later Tony.' She watched as Tony escaped. 'Should we join them?' 'God no, let's go and look at the view from the balcony. It's amazing.' They walked together, stepped through the open French windows and walked onto the wide balcony that ran around both sides of the penthouse. 'Will we ever earn enough to buy this view?' Julia asked with a smile. 'If I can keep pulling in contracts like Tiller, who knows,' Belinda replied with a laugh. 'If you keep doing that, start your own company and invite me along as a partner!' 'Deal,' Belinda said, raising her glass. They stood side by side watching the city's workers scurrying along the network of streets far below. 'We're just ants aren't we?' Julia murmured, deep in thought. 'So who's our Queen?' Belinda asked. 'People like Tiller and Derek,' she replied. Belinda had to brush her hair from her face as she looked at her co-worker and was surprised to see genuine sadness in Julia's eyes. 'And we're their drones...?' 'Sure,' Julia replied. 'Its just that we can sort of pick which Queen, or King, we serve, hell look at those reporters in there,' she indicated the suite behind them with a jerk of her head, 'they work for their media Queens but recognise that Tiller could be a better prize. Not one of them will write anything derogatory about him, there'll be no mention of the IRS investigations in the States, all of them hoping that they might get an offer to join the Tiller empire and desperately wishing to end up nabbing the bigger prize of becoming Mrs Tiller.' For some reason, Julia's mention of Tiller's run-ins with the IRS in America annoyed her, somehow tarnishing Belinda's victory. 'I think you're over-reacting...' 'Yeah probably,' Julia sighed and lifted her face towards the lowering sun. The breeze that was coming from the Bay was stiffening and carried a hint of chill. It was refreshing on the skin and Belinda turned to savour it as well. 'Speaking of Mr Tiller, should we go check to see if he's ready to call it a day?' 'Yeah,' Julia replied, but they remained unmoving for a few minutes more. Finally Belinda pushed off the rail and turned towards the suite. Julia followed in silence. Belinda was about to slide open the glass doors when she looked inside the suite and stopped with a gasp. 'Hey,' Julia protested, almost crashing into her; then she too fell silent. Inside the earlier scene of three female reporters trying to ingratiate themselves with Gordon Tiller had transformed into one of unbridled lust. Tiller was spreadeagled on the long sofa with one reporter kneeling beside him, their mouths locked together. Belinda had recognised her earlier as one of the commercial television networks' newsreaders, a compact, attractive short haired blonde. Her jacket and blouse was gone and her bra-strap was sliding from her shoulder. Belinda could see that Tiller was massaging one of her breasts. Between his legs was a long haired brunette. Although the angle from the window meant that Belinda couldn't see the act, the motion of her head and the sight of Tiller's bare legs left no doubt that she was fellating him. There was no sign of the third reporter who had been present when they had come out onto the balcony. 'Oh my God.' Julia's voice broke the spell and they slid back out of sight. Belinda looked at her friend and they both had to press their hands against their mouths to stifle their laughter. 'Is that...' 'Uh-huh,' Belinda nodded. 'Wow,' Julia breathed. In unspoken agreement they peered around the edge of the window. Tiller's shirt was now gone and Belinda had to admit that he was in terrific shape. The blonde was also topless and Belinda was impressed with the firm roundness of her breasts given that she had to be in her mid-thirties. Tiller was running his tongue around her nipples as he struggled to release the zipper on her short, tight skirt. As it surrendered to his fingers the brunette sat back and Belinda heard her own sharp intake of breath echoed by Julia. Tiller was a big boy, easily two-handfuls. The brunette shrugged off her blouse and reached back to unclip her bra, which landed on top of the blonde's discarded skirt. She then stood to remove her slacks, and as she did so the two voyeurs watched as the blonde bent down to take over the task of the brunette. Belinda was fascinated as her pert mouth opened and slid gracefully down Tiller's smooth shaft. Her hair swung forward as she moved but was too short to hide her ministrations from their view. Tiller reached up and caressed her buttocks, then his fingers slipped under her panties. The blonde paused for a moment then returned to her task. The brunette was now completely naked and Tiller indicated that she should sit on the sofa opposite the blonde. She complied and they began to kiss with urgency, Tiller exploring the body of his new playmate with his free hand. Her breasts were not as firm and rounded as the blonde's, but her longer legs made her look more statuesque. 'What are we going to do?' Julia asked. 'What?' Belinda replied. For a moment she thought her friend was implying that they should enter the suite. 'Well, we can't go in, but we have to leave eventually. This could go on for hours.' 'Oh shit,' Belinda replied. 'And what are we going to tell work?' 'Nothing,' Belinda snapped. Scandal was the last thing they wanted with a new account. She let her attention return to the room. Tiller now had the two reporters kneeling on opposite sides of him and was watching as they kissed slowly and languidly in front of his face. Belinda had never seen women kissing other than in a few movies. These weren't acting and were using a great deal of tongue, their hands wandering freely over each other's bodies. Despite the delicacy of her situation, Belinda was feeling a little turned on by the sight in the suite. Tiller slid from under his women and moved behind the blonde. His erection bobbed in front of him and he steadied it with one hand before entering the blonde in one action. 'Fuck he's big,' Julia whispered. 'Hmmm,' Belinda responded. Tiller was thrusting in a steady rhythm, his hands cupping the blonde's breasts. Belinda was now fairly certain that they weren't real; they dimpled under his caresses differently to how soft flesh should. 'Still, they look good.' The brunette had moved closer and was flicking her tongue across the blonde's neck and breasts. Just then Tiller stopped thrusting, leaned over the sofa arm without leaving the blonde, and snatched up his mobile phone. 'Tiller,' he snapped, his voice barely audible through the window. He began to thrust again as he spoke. 'When?' The blonde had leaned back, her hand snaking around his neck and giving the brunette better access to her breasts. Belinda could see that the brunette had her hand between the blonde's legs and from her movement it was clear she was stimulating her partner's clit. Belinda briefly wondered what it felt like to be touched by another woman. 'How long have I got to get to the airport?' Tiller's expression was businesslike, but throughout the short conversation he didn't stop moving. 'Two hours, good.' He dropped the phone onto the sofa and gripped the blonde's waist and began to pound her. Belinda imagined that she could hear the slapping of flesh on flesh but knew that it was in her imagination. The blonde came in a series of short jerking motions. At once Tiller slipped from her and indicated that the brunette should kneel in front of him. She complied and took him into her mouth as he pushed the blonde down to join her. With little warning he came, a stream of come striking the brunette across the chin. Tiller directed his second at the blonde, splashing across her nose and mouth. He had barely finished when Belinda heard him thank the two women and asked them to leave as he had to fly home to the States. Belinda and Julia slipped away and around the corner again. 'Wow,' Belinda said. 'Have you ever seen anything like that?' 'Only in an ant colony,' Julia replied and they had to stifle their giggles. 'Wow,' Belinda repeated. 'Did you...are you...I mean did you like what you saw?' 'Kind of,' Julia said, and then turned away as if to cut off the conversation. After ten minutes they risked another peek inside. The room was empty, so with a deep breath Belinda slid open the French window and they stepped brazenly inside, ready to deny seeing anything. The reporters and their clothes were gone, but from their left they could hear the sounds of a running shower. Thanking their lucky stars they scampered from the suite and returned to the office, agreeing not to mention what they had seen to anyone. *** 'Well its nearly been a month so this Saturday will be time for a repeat performance I suppose?' 'Sorry?' Belinda shook her head in confusion. 'Don't tell me you've forgotten, because I know that Pam would have told you.' Julia wore a mock frown. 'I have a party on Saturday, or are you planning to snub me?' Belinda had forgotten, the past fortnight had been so hectic that everything had been placed in the pending tray. 'Shit, sorry Jules, yes of course Pam told me.' 'Well good, I know you'll be there because you don't have your own life outside of Robson.' The barb was delivered in good humour but was closer to the truth than Belinda liked to admit. 'Maybe I'll get you set up with one of my toy boys.' Julia toasted her and was gone, moving across the room towards her Tiller counterpart. Belinda had vaguely entertained the idea of trying to see Tony this weekend, but presumed he would be at the party as well. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was mid afternoon, and after excusing herself to Derek and Gordon's marketing VP she slipped from the function room and walked briskly back to work. It was almost eight thirty when she was able to switch of her computer with a sigh of satisfaction. Derek's changes had been minimal but wide ranging and had required a bit longer than she had anticipated. She had sent Pam home at seven, and found that without the distraction of the telephone and people from her division sticking their head in to ask questions, her work rate had increased substantially. She turned her chair around and looked at the night lights through the window, stretching her back with her arms above her head. 'Now if you were naked that would be such a teasing view from here.' She froze at the sound of Tony's voice, her heart skipping a beat and she was a little shocked at herself to feel her body tingle. 'If you had waited just a few more minutes I was about to get undressed. Its that time of the evening when my scheduler tells me to work naked.' She remained facing the window, her hands holding the high back of her chair. She heard him walk across her office and was suddenly aware of how silent the building was. She felt a small electric shock as his hands touched hers, savouring his scent as he leaned over the back of the chair, his hands running brazenly down her arms and cupped her breasts. Their mouths met upside down and she flicked her tongue into his mouth to ensure that he knew what she wanted. She felt one breast released from his grasp then gasped as he ran his hand up under her skirt, his fingertips brushing between her legs through the sheer material of her panties. He slowly turned the chair until they were face to face, and still she kept her grip on the back of the chair, her only concession to him was a slight parting of her legs. Belinda could feel the past fortnight's tensions draining from her body as her lust slowly built, and she enjoyed his struggle to undo the buttons of her blouse. Then his hand was against the skin of her chest, and this time he had no problem in releasing the clasp of her bra. He pushed the bra upwards, freeing her breasts and bent his head to suck on one nipple. His other hand had pulled her panties aside and as his tongue flicked across her hardened point, he thrust a finger inside her. Belinda moaned and flinched, then grabbed the back of his head, pulling him against her while her hips pushed towards the edge of the chair and firmly onto his finger. Belinda's Tale Ch. 01 She was almost taken by surprise by her first climax, rushing swiftly from the pit of her belly to leave her writhing in ecstasy on her chair, her cry of passion sounding very loud in the empty office. Tony's hands worked quickly to push her dress up over her hips, her breasts exposed with her blouse hanging open from her shoulders. She pushed him away and against her desk, looking lustfully up at him and then at the bulge in his trousers. She leant forward and gently bit at him through the material, leaving the damp impression of her mouth. She quickly unzipped him, and teased him out into the open, smiling as he sprung out like a striking snake. With small deft movements of her tongue she darted at the tip, each touch making him sway gently. She could hear his breathing becoming more and more ragged and could sense his eyes boring down at her. Lasciviously she ran her tongue down the underside of his full length, then took him in her mouth, slowly sliding her lips down until she could go no further. With him inside her mouth she slowly increased the pressure on him with her tongue and cheeks, feeling rewarded when he let out a guttural groan. Belinda stood and pushed him back onto the desk, pushing her chair backwards with the back of her legs as she did so. Tony almost knocked her computer off the desk as he slid backwards, and her in tray toppled onto the floor sending a stack of neatly ordered papers across the floor. Belinda neither noticed nor cared as she quickly slipped her panties down and off, leaving her shoes on. Her eyes held Tony's gaze as she carefully got onto the desk on her knees, his legs between hers. With one hand on his chest she leaned forward and kissed him, their tongues darting against each other. His hand pressed something into hers and she recognised the shape of a condom. Still kissing him she deftly unwrapped it, then reached down between them to roll it on. She fumbled for a moment before rolling it down his length, and then with one smooth movement she plunged onto him, pushing him flat onto the desktop as she squatted above him. Oblivious to his pleasure now, Belinda closed her eyes and concentrated on making each thrust send a thrill of pleasure through her body. She felt Tony's hands grasp at her breasts and slapped them away, leaning forward to grab his wrists and pin them to the desk. Her hair fell forward and framed her face which was flushed with excitement. Tony wore an expression of lustful awe as he watched her use him. Her breasts swung above his chest, her hard nipples occasionally brushing against his shirt. She felt the buzz that signalled the onset of her second climax and began to thrust harder against him, driving him deeper inside herself. Then the waves of pleasure were rolling through her and she slammed herself hard onto him, her fingers grabbing his shirt and twisting it into tightly balled handfulls. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying each spasm, each slightly less intense and shorter than the one preceding it. As she finished she looked down at him, her features glowering with passion. Slowly she began to ride him again, her hands releasing his shirt, taking his hands and placing them on her swaying breasts as she rapidly increased her pace. Tony's face contorted as he came, his breath a tortured grunting, his hands gripping tightly onto her breasts as he thrusts his hips off the desk and almost sent Belinda careering off balance. He had barely finished when they both heard the elevator door down the corridor open. Belinda quickly slid off Tony and turned towards the window, smoothing her dress down while fighting to refasten her bra. 'Shit,' Tony grunted and she looked to see him standing with the spent condom in his hand and his other hand holding his trousers up. She couldn't help but giggle at the sight, then quickly slid her bra on and buttoned up her blouse before helping him slide his pants up over his hips. She quickly kissed him on the lips and smiled at him, indicating the rubbish bin under the desk. Tony dropped the condom in then the two of them scooped up the papers and in tray and quickly threw them onto the desk as the cleaner appeared in view. 'Well I guess we can finalize everything tomorrow,' Tony said and walked quickly out of her office. Belinda slowly packed her briefcase and tidied her desk, dropping some papers into the bin to cover the condom. She studied the cleaner to see if there was any clue to whether he had seen or heard anything. He looked to be in his early twenties, quite possibly a uni student, with an athletic build, long thick dark hair. She concluded that he hadn't heard anything because he wore a set of headphones connected to a walkman tape player attached to his belt. He was very good looking and the thought of having been caught in flagrante delicto by him sent a tingle through her again. She smiled at him as she walked past and turned suddenly before the elevators, experiencing another thrill when she caught him looking at her appreciatively. Belinda's Tale Ch. 02 Julia had invited her around a couple of hours before the party ostensibly to help set a few things up. Arriving at the spacious Camberwell house she was greeted by a well tanned, smiling man who introduced himself as Troy. Troy had a gleam in his eye and tousled blonde hair that made Belinda realise that Julia had another side to her that was far distanced from her work image. 'Aha, you must be Belinda, the friend Julia wants me to meet.' He offered his hand as he spoke, and Belinda accepted it with a blush. 'Don't worry, Julia hasn't tried to set me up with all her friends, just the very attractive ones.' Belinda felt her blush deepen as she followed him into the house, which appeared to have been recently renovated and demonstrated superb character. 'Down the end,' Troy spoke from behind as she hesitated at each doorway, and for a moment Belinda wondered if he was watching her bum through her tight jeans. She had only just recovered her composure and decided against turning to see where he was looking. The rear of the house was a huge modern kitchen and dining area, backed by a ceiling to roof window that ran the full width of the house. Outside was a magnificently landscaped garden that gave privacy to the house and probably to the yard, from what Belinda could see. Julia was unpacking one of several shopping bags, and looked flustered, her hair was falling all over the place and her tee shirt was untucked on one side. 'Oh Belle, thanks for coming, I'm running late and haven't got any grog yet. Troy be a darling and take this list to the bottle-o and get everything for me?' She thrust a scrap of paper towards Troy with a weak smile. 'For a damsel in distress, anything,' he said and disappeared down the hallway. Belinda put her bag down onto one of the kitchen chairs and waited until she heard the front door shut. 'Are you trying to set me up with him?' Julia's grin answered the question. Belinda contemplated telling her friend about Tony, but decided that until she had discussed her situation with Tony that it would be best left until later. 'He's cute isn't he. Could you give me a hand here?" Julia was stacking packets of biscuits on the end of the servery and Belinda began to pull things out of the cold bag and place them in the fridge. 'Well why don't you want him then?' 'Nah, we're good friends and sex would change it all.' Julia beamed at her. 'This way I get to meet all his single male friends, its a sort of supply and demand thing where we can meet each other's mutual needs. And quite a few will be here tonight,' she added wickedly. 'Looks like its going to be a fun party,' Belinda laughed. By ten o'clock the kitchen and dining area was packed with people talking loudly to be heard over the loud music. The floor in the kitchen was sticky from spilt alcohol but nobody seemed to mind. Belinda had discovered that Julia's life outside Robson was full of interesting and different people. The sweet smell of cannabis smoke wafted from Troy's direction as a long thin joint was passed between several friends. It was thrust towards her but she shook her head and allowed it to be passed to a young, thin blonde who looked like the last thing she needed was another foreign substance in her system. Tony had arrived at half past eight, and apart from a courteous hello and quick shoptalk between them and Julia, he had mingled with others so far this evening. She could see him now, near the back door, talking earnestly about something to a young couple that looked like they may have tired of the subject already. It was a good excuse for her to get some attention from him, she decided as she threaded past the blonde who was now in a tight embrace with one of Troy's friends, and made her way towards the trio. The couple looked almost grateful as she neared them, and she could hear that Tony was waffling in great detail about leveraged securities. His voice had the slight rasp to it that she recognised as his first stage of inebriation. 'Hi Tony,' she said and his head snapped around with a smile of pleasure. 'Hey, Belinda, I was just telling Susan and, and,' he grasped for Susan's husband's name.' 'Brian,' Brian volunteered with a wan smile. 'Yeah, sorry, Brian, about....' 'And I'm sure it was very interesting, I'm Belinda and I work with Julia,' she looked at the couple first then back at Tony, 'and with Tony too.' 'Nice to meet you,' Susan offered her hand and Belinda took it. Brian nodded at her but was looking around the room for a possible escape route, Belinda thought with amusement. 'We might just go and top up our drinks,' he said and led his wife by the elbow towards the kitchen area. 'Well I think I bored the pants off them,' Tony watched them go. Belinda giggled and smiled at him, feeling a stab of lust as their eyes met. She quickly glanced around the room to make sure that no one was watching them. 'Meet me at the front door.' She turned away and headed across the room to the corridor that led down to the front door without looking to see if he was following. She paused to look back at Julia's bedroom, and seeing only Tony she ducked in and through the room into the en suite. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she turned and watched him quickly cross the room, sliding the door behind him and slipping the catch home to lock them in. He carefully placed his drink onto the sink and walked towards her their bodies entwining as their lips met in a hot, passionate kiss. She forced her tongue into his mouth, one hand snaking between their bodies to rub him through his jeans. Tony dropped both his hands and massaged her buttocks through the sheer material of her skirt, his hands pulling it upwards until it was bunched around her waist. Belinda released the hard bulge and thrust her hips forward to rub herself against him. Without waiting for him to act she pulled her own panties off, pushing them down as far as she could. Then she pushed him away and turned to back to him, leaning over the toilet with her legs stiff and parted, exposing herself to him. 'Fuck me,' she whispered throatily, looking back at him over one shoulder. Tony's eyes were alive with lust as he quickly unbuttoned his jeans and freed himself. Belinda's eyes involuntarily dropped to look at his erection as he walked to her, his hand guiding it between her legs. She turned away to face the wall as she felt him penetrate her roughly with one full thrust into her. She gasped with pleasure and pushed back against him, but Tony had placed his hands on her waist and pushed her forward over the toilet so that she was almost toppling onto the wall. Belinda put her hands on the wall to prevent herself from over balancing and found herself at his mercy, her legs shaking as he rapidly thrust into her. She tried to twist and grab his shirt in an attempt to regain some of the initiative she had lost, but he casually pushed her hand away then delivered a stinging slap to her bottom. Belinda bit her lip to stop from crying out, the slap sending hot ripples through her. She looked up at him and knew that her eyes betrayed the helpless lust she felt and clearly saw the way he was enjoying controlling the situation. She surrendered to him and turned away, bending her knees slightly to grip the porcelain bowl as her climax swept through her. Again she bit her lip to remain silent, a soft groan emitting from her throat and she screwed her eyes shut to keep herself under control. Tony grunted once then pulled out of her, and she looked back to see his hand furiously pumping himself as he came onto her bare behind. Some of his semen ran down her skin and dropped onto the toilet mat. Quickly she snatched some toilet paper from the roll and cleaned herself, before gently wiping the sticky mess from Tony's hand. Tony leaned against the wall, his breathing ragged, as she bent down and tried to clean the mat. She smiled up at him and then leant forward and placed a small kiss on the end of his spent member, watching it twitch, then carefully placed it back into his pants and zipped him up. 'Thank you,' she murmured, standing to kiss him on the lips. His arms circled her and hugged her tightly. 'Are you free next weekend?' he whispered. 'Good,' he said as she nodded, 'I've booked a cabin up near Healesville and we leave Friday night.' He looked her straight in the eyes, 'as long as that's okay with you?' 'Absolutely.' She hesitated for a moment before asking, 'can we, I mean I, no we, tell anyone about us?' Tony shook his head vehemently. "Honey, Derek is very much against work relationships. I think it would be best for now, to keep it under wraps.' Belinda didn't like the answer but nodded her acceptance. At least he had said for now, which meant maybe a bit later it would be okay. She waited a couple of minutes after Tony slipped out of the bathroom before she went to the door. She froze, hearing Julia's laugh from the adjacent bedroom, answered by Tony's muffled speech. She was unsure as to whether she should go out, wondering if Julia had seen Tony come out of the bathroom, and if so what would she think if she would appear. Belinda made a quick decision and stepped into the shower, pulling the dark green curtain across just far enough to conceal her. She was barely in place when the door opened and she heard Julia enter, locking the door behind her. Belinda had a sudden recollection of the day at school when she had been caught hiding in the teacher's coffee room after she had tried to steal a copy of the year nine mathematics exam. Mister Fasilides, her biology teacher, had caught her after she gave her hiding place away in a fit of giggles. She stuck the back of her hand against her mouth to stop another attack, hearing the rustle of clothes followed by the sound of plastic as Julia sat on the toilet. Julia was humming in tune with the music that sounded faintly from the end of the house, pausing as the sound of her urine splashed into the bowl. Belinda regained control of her laughter as she saw a small tear in the curtain. Bending slightly, being careful not to touch the curtain and make it move, she peered through it and was able to just see Julia as she stood up and flushed the toilet. Julia moved towards Belinda, stopping at the vanity basin to wash and dry her hands. Then she played with her hair, flicking the fringe until it was straight. She stopped humming again and stood back to examine her appearance. 'Well Troy, me boy,' she whispered, 'it seems that little Belinda isn't interested in you, nor you in her.' She puckered up and re-applied her lipstick, a bright red that was set off by her dark hair to give her a wanton appearance. Belinda smiled as she watched another woman prepare to stalk her prey. 'So Troy, it is time you and me danced the dance of the eight limbs in my bed.' Julia smiled at her reflection then glanced down at her blouse. She pulled her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts forward, then pushed them together in an effort to improve her cleavage. She wrinkled her nose, unhappy with the effect. 'Well, if I can't do it that way..,' she unbuttoned the blouse and carefully hung it on the hook on the back of the door. Then in one movement she unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor, turning back to the vanity and giving Belinda a good view of her full breasts. Belinda blinked but didn't pull back, finding her voyeurism somewhat exciting. 'Not bad for thirty something,' Julia remarked to herself and gently cupped her breasts. Then she firmly tweaked each nipple and Belinda was surprised to feel a small tingle as they became erect. Julia sprayed some perfume across the top of her breasts, then picked up a makeup brush, applying some dark blusher to each nipple until they appeared dark brown. The blouse went back on, and Julia smiled as she tucked it firmly into the waistband of her skirt, her nipples visible as dark points through the sheer white material. Belinda smiled to herself at the effect and knew that Julia was going to be hard to refuse. Then she was alone in the bathroom, the door to the bedroom ajar. After waiting a couple of minutes she silently stepped out of the shower and peered into the other room, relaxing as she saw it was empty. Carefully straightening her own clothes she walked through the bedroom where she had no doubt Troy would be bedded by Julia, and rejoined the party. *** All week Belinda was distracted by the prospect of spending a whole weekend away with Tony. She knew that she was falling for him and although the basis was lust, she was aware that some stronger emotions hovered just under the surface. On Friday morning, she received a call from Derek asking him to come to his office. As she made her way to the meeting, she had a dread feeling that he was going to ask her to work over the weekend on some special project. It would be hard to refuse Derek, but she mentally prepared herself to do just that. She needed to escape Melbourne and the pressures of the job, and more importantly she wanted the time with Tony to try and gauge his feelings for her. 'Sit down Belinda.' Derek waved expansively at the several comfortable chairs that were arranged around his office. Port Philip Bay sparkled under an azure sky on the other side of the wide window that completely lined his office wall. 'Look Derek, if you are about to ask me to work this weekend, I really have to say no.' She had decided that offence was the best form of defence and struck first. Derek looked puzzled for a moment. 'No, no, not at all. I wanted to know if you were aware that I was looking for an executive vice president of operations for the company?' Belinda had heard about the job and the office rumour mill had it that the job would go to one of Tiller's executives. 'I was wondering whether you had considered applying for it?' The question was a bombshell and for several seconds Belinda stared stupidly at Derek. 'Well, no. I mean, I heard that...' she broke off, trying to collect her wits. 'Derek, I just felt that I haven't got either the experience or the knowledge of the company to apply for it.' 'What did you hear Belinda, that one of Tiller's people was going to be setting up an office next to mine?' Derek asked with a wry smile, 'I'm somewhat aware of the office rumours and I was determined to ensure that the right people here know that my intention is to retain control of my company.' He became serious. 'I would very much like you to apply, its not a guarantee that you'll get the job, but I believe that you should be considering your future. If you get this job I know I'll have the benefit of your presence here at Robson's for some time.' Belinda sat back, a feeling of elation sweeping through her. Derek was telling her that he considered her to be top executive level material and that he was worried she would start looking somewhere else. The compliment he was paying her made her feel wonderful about herself and she fought to stop herself grinning like a small child with a new toy. 'Thank you Derek, I'll consider it over the weekend.' Derek smiled indulgently. 'Good, if you decide to apply just send your latest cv to personnel. We start interviewing at the end of next week.' Derek stood, his simple code to indicate that the discussion was over. Belinda stood and followed him to the office door. She paused in the doorway and looked at him. 'Thanks for the opportunity Derek.' She already knew that she would apply; her own sense of ambition wouldn't allow her to pass up the chance that had been presented to her. Back at her own office Pam looked quizzically at her wide smile but remained silent. Belinda made a mental note that Pam would be going with her - if she got the job, she reminded herself. It was a great start to what was going to be a great weekend. *** The small path had followed the lake's edge for some distance, then arched over a small spur and turned inland. Tony had led her back towards the water's edge, holding aside the low branches of the trees until they could pick their way along the foreshore. Finally they had come to the base of the spur where it met the water in a sharp cliff and they had been unable to go further. He had pulled her close and kissed her with a gentle passion that set her heart racing. They had stood amongst the trees on a bed of pine needles holding and kissing each other for several minutes. Now she sat on his lap, facing him. His loose cotton pants had been loosened and she had lifted her dress far enough to give him access. He was inside her and she slowly rocked back and forth, her hands holding the sides of his face as their tongues entwined lazily. His hands gently ran along her back, their lovemaking slow and measured. It was quite unlike the night before when they arrived, barely pausing to light a fire in the cottage's stone hearth before they had torn the clothes from each other in a frenzy of sexual excitement. Belinda was keenly aware of the sounds of birds chirping above them, a boat somewhere further around on the lake, and from the far shore the excited calls of children playing in the playground near the boat ramp and picnic area. They were too far away to see what was going on in this dense cop of pine trees, but the whole lazy feeling of the Saturday afternoon was translated into their passionate union. During the week she had bought herself an IUD, no longer wanting to have him pull out, nor wanting to risk pregnancy. She could hear his breathing becoming ragged, the telltale sign that he was reaching the point of no return. Still he kept his tongue moving against hers slowly, the languid pace matching her rocking motion. Then she felt his body tense, his hands clawing ever so slightly against her back, his tongue ceasing its movement as he came, feeling him ejaculate hotly inside her. She hadn't come this time, but somehow felt fulfilled by the passion of the encounter. She remained on his lap, feeling him shrink inside her but unwilling to pull their bodies apart. She smiled down at him and brushed his thick hair with her fingers. 'That was good,' she murmured. He stretched up to kiss her on the lips, smiling his agreement. Their lips lingered against each other for a moment. 'You are one nice woman,' he declared with a sparkle in his eyes. 'Oh, sometimes I can be bad,' she smiled back, giving his hair a playful tug. He raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. 'I find that very hard to believe, perhaps you could convince me a bit later.' 'Oh I intend to sir,' she promised as their lips met passionately again. *** He cooked her a scrumptious meal of chicken breast strips marinated in red wine then grilled and tossed with a green salad. They ate and drank in a companionable silence. 'Thank you again,' Belinda said as he cleared away the dishes. 'My pleasure, I rarely have the time or inclination to cook after a day in the office, but I do enjoy it.' He scraped the plates into the small bin. 'So tell me, have you applied for the new VP position?' Belinda stiffened a little at the unexpected question, but then relaxed when she realised that she had been curious if he and for that matter Julia had. 'I'm still considering,' she replied not altogether truthfully. 'What about you?' 'Absolutely.' His frank reply made her feel a little ashamed of her own evasive answer. 'I don't believe the office rumours for a second, I think Derek wants someone he knows and trusts for the job.' He should have added that as the longest serving employee in the office that would put Tony in the front running. 'Yeah, I guess you're right. I'll probably put in my application on Monday.' Belinda felt better at telling him what was the truth. 'That's good, though I personally doubt you've been here long enough for what Derek wants.' Belinda's Tale Ch. 02 Belinda turned and looked at him, 'is that right? I think that I'll give you a fine run for your money.' Tony smiled and switched on the kettle. 'Coffee?' They sat on the thick rug in front of the fire, the flames providing the only illumination in the darkness. They were finishing their third bottle of wine and Belinda was feeling deliciously drunk. She leaned back against Tony's chest and snuggled into him, enjoying the feeling of security as his arm wrapped itself around her waist. 'So, tell me your favourite sexual fantasy.' Belinda felt a tingle start in her belly, talk of sex with Tony always led to the act and she was very much in the mood. 'I don't know, I guess I don't fantasize that much.' 'Poor answer I'm afraid. Are you trying to tell me that someone with your sexual appetite doesn't possess enough imagination to know what turns her on? Surely there's been a time, or a situation, where you found some unknown lust triggered inside you?' The image of the young cleaner watching her walk towards the elevator rose unbidden from her memory, replaced by a picture of Julia pinching her nipples into hard points, both reinforcing the tingle she was already experiencing. She knew that nearly all men found the thought of two women together intensely exciting, but didn't know if the thrill of excitement she had felt while spying on Julia came from her sexual side or from the act of voyeurism. 'Watching another couple have sex, from a hiding place.' She said, aware that her voice had gone husky with desire. 'Mmmm, the voyeur. Have you watched x-rated films?' he asked. She had seen a couple in her younger days but they had been very explicit and in your face, not the type of thing she had found appealing. 'Nothing that was good.' 'What about having sex and being watched?' Again the image of the cleaner returned to her, and for a moment she imagined making love to Tony as he watched from the doorway of her office, the Walkman still filling his ears with music. 'It's not something I've thought about.' She was vaguely aware that Tony's hand was caressing her breast through her dress and leant back to raise her face to his. His tongue snaked into her mouth and his hand tightened its grip on her breast. She felt her nipple harden and her lust flowed freely through her body. His hand worked inside her dress, caressing her skin and pinching her nipple and she felt him harden against the small of her back. He pushed her away until she lay on the rug, then stood and disappeared into the bedroom. While he was away Belinda released her bra and pulled it our from under her dress, tossing it into the corner of the room. Tony returned holding a large silk scarf. He knelt next to her and their mouths met, tongues thrusting deeply into each other's mouth. Then he folded the scarf and wrapped it around her eyes, tying it behind her head. She could see nothing and for a moment felt disoriented. Then his hands began to caress her shoulders and she realised that he was kneeling behind her. 'I want you to imagine that I am someone else, someone you know or just a stranger you have met in a bar somewhere. Don't use my name use his. Okay?' 'What if I don't know his name?' Belinda asked. The image of the janitor had re-entered her mind. 'Make one up,' he said softly and Belinda nodded. Tony's hands slipped her dress from her shoulders and she felt his breath hot against her neck. His mouth moved across her skin placing small kisses and she arched backwards against him. She reached back and found her had freed himself already and that he was fully erect. So this was his fantasy, she realized. She liked it, perhaps more than she would have admitted to herself just three months ago. She pushed back against Tony, her brushing the back of her hand against him. 'Do you want me?' he asked softly. She gently held his shaft with her fingertips, 'Jules, you've known I've wanted you since we first met.' She squeezed him lightly as she spoke and felt a stab of lust at the low growl that came from his throat. He bunched her dress up around her waist, and she felt his hand touching her through her panties. It was no longer Tony she was with but Jules, the name she had given to her janitor. She exploded in orgasm as his tongue touched her clit and his fingers penetrated deeply. She bucked against his hand and mouth, and fell forward onto all fours to prevent from toppling over. Jules intensified the assault with his tongue, gripping her waist with one hand to ride out her climax. Feeling wanton, knowing that anyone could walk in and find them, Belinda placed her hand between her legs and parted her lips to give Jules better access. His tongue was driving into her like a piston and she matched its thrusts with her own. Belinda rubbed her clit with her thumb as Jules' mouth swiftly brought her to a second climax. She was vaguely aware that she was murmuring his name over and over as she came, her head falling onto the cushion as the waves of pleasure made her head spin. The last spasm hadn't left her body when she felt Jules enter her from behind. She gasped but pushed against him, aware of the heat of his skin as he pumped in and out of her. Belinda felt wanton as she was taken by this man, his hands wandering freely over her body, reaching forward to pinch her nipples, pulling her head back gently by her hair, his fingers rubbing her clit then wandering to her mouth. She sucked his fingers suggestively and felt his tempo increase in return. Then without warning she came again, her writhing forcing Jules to grip her waist tightly to prevent him slipping out of her. The orgasm was brief but powerful, and as it subsided she felt his body tense. Violently she pulled off him, and turned, fumbling to find him with the blindfold on, his hands guiding her. She grabbed him, feeling how her juices had made him slick, then overcome with lust she plunged her mouth onto him, tasting herself for the first time, feeling his hands on the back of her head as she slid him into her throat. With a roar he came, his thick, salty semen spurting into her mouth. Belinda tried to pull back, but he held her head in place, so she submitted to him, sucking him with powerful strokes as he came, forcing the sticky fluid from her mouth and allowing it to run down his shaft and her chin. Tony pulled the blindfold off as he collapsed back onto the rug, his eyes alive with lust as he looked at her dishevelled hair and messy face. With a smile she crawled up his body and kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth so he would taste himself. He tried to pull away but she pinned him to the floor and held the kiss. 'So who is this Jules then?' Tony asked. His voice was still soft and Belinda snuggled against his chest. She could hear his heart still pounding behind his ribcage. 'Have you seen the janitor at the office?' She felt a slight blush enter her cheeks as she revealed her fantasy to her partner. 'Ahhh, indeed I have. Dark, kind of dangerous looking?' 'Yeah, I guess that's him.' 'Hmmm,' Tony said and they lapsed into silence, broken only by the popping of wood in the fire. She fell asleep as he stroked her hair, her naked body warmed by the fire. *** The next few weeks were a blur for Belinda as she led the implementation of the Tiller deal. She had turned down all invitations to throw herself into the job, knowing that her performance would directly affect her chance of getting the promotion Derek had dangled tantalisingly in front of her. She was still tapping away on her keyboard on Wednesday evening when a knock sounded at her door, startling her. 'Tony,' she sighed as he smiled at her from the doorway. She stretched her back, linking her hands and raising her arms above her head. She saw his eyes drop to her chest and suppressed a smile, feeling a small thrill at his acknowledgement of her sexual power. 'I haven't given him any time either,' she thought. 'You've been the busiest of bees with no time for the workers lately,' he gently chastised. 'Haven't seen much of you either,' she shot back, annoyed at his pricking her guilt. 'Pam's warned everyone off...' he grinned. 'I had to wait 'til the old battleaxe had gone home and left the castle unguarded...' 'She's no battleaxe...' Belinda heard her tone and regretted snapping the words at him. 'Hey,' Tony said, crossing the office to place his hands on her shoulders. They began to work on the tight muscles and Belinda realised that she was feeling tense all over. 'That's nice,' she said, slumping against the back of her chair. Tony continued to work on her muscles in silence and she closed her eyes and let his hands massage the knots away. Her mind began to flit over the details of the implementation report. Derek had wanted it by the end of the week, she was so close to finishing that her plan had been to have it on his desk when he arrived tomorrow. Then the skin of Tony's palms was caressing her breasts, his finger's having nimbly opened her blouse while she was lost in thought. 'Hey don't,' her protest was feeble. 'It'll help you relax,' he murmured and she could tell by the throaty tone in his voice that he wanted her. He imagined that he was pushing his erection against the back of her chair and felt a small spark between her legs. 'I've got to finish the report...' 'It can wait,' he soothed. 'No...' But she made no move to stop his hands that had slipped her bra straps from her shoulders and peeled the cups down to reveal her breasts. His fingers brushed across her nipples, which hardened into points that betrayed her rising lust. 'Tony...' she made a last effort to stop him. 'Mmmm?' 'Stop...' He swung her chair around so that it faced the window. Kneeling between her thighs he pushed her skirt upwards and unable to help herself, Belinda lifted her hips to oblige him. His mouth was working on the inside of her knees and upward, his tongue pressing and rotating against the smooth flesh of her inner thighs. Beyond the glass of her office, the lights of the city sparkled and flashed. As Belinda lifted her hips again, allowing Tony to remove her panties, she watched as one of the office lights on a nearby building extinguished. Then his mouth brushed at her lower lips and she felt her breath catch. Then his nose was buried in her pubic hair and his tongue was tracing the outline of her pussy, each touch sending a shower of sparks into her belly. She parted her legs for him and then froze as the tip of his tongue penetrated her. It was a small darting action and then was gone, teasing her outer lips again. Wanting more, Belinda locked her legs around his shoulders and thrust herself against his mouth. At once his tongue was inside her, the stubble on his upper lip rubbing roughly over her clit, which responded by swelling and turned the sparks into a raging fire. She could feel her juices begin to flow and knew that a month of pent up frustration was going to send her over the top in minutes. Over at the other office another light extinguished and she realised that the cleaners were turning them off one by one as they finished their work. The thought made her realise that the janitor would be on her floor soon. 'Tony!' she gasped, wanting to tell him to stop. Instead her exclamation of alarm sounded like one of encouragement and she felt his tongue begin to flick rapidly over her sensitive and swollen clit. The action started the deep ripples of pleasure that announced an impending climax and all inhibition left her. The thought of the janitor, headphones on, walking in on them only served to arouse her further, though she had no idea that was possible. And so she came, her thighs snapping tight around Tony's head, trapping him in place as her hips bucked violently with each wave of pleasure that raced through her. When the spasms finally stopped, she found her legs were too heavy to support and she let them drop to the floor. 'Wow,' she said as Tony slid backwards and sat against the wall under the window. His eyes were glazed and his mouth, nose and chin glistened. 'That was quick,' he panted. 'Well, it's been a month,' she reminded him. 'Where have you been?' 'About, just not wanted, remember?' 'You didn't try very hard...' 'You didn't try at all,' he retorted. Belinda felt a flash of anger as her guilt was rekindled and snapped her legs together, lifting her hips to pull her skirt back down. From the corridor she heard the sound of a rubbish bin clanking and knew that the janitor was on his way. Tony stood up and she saw the bulge in his pants. 'Let's go back to my place,' his eyes implored her. 'No. I told you, I have to finish this report.' 'Come on babe, you can't leave me like this.' But she could, already the buzz was receding and although she felt relaxed, his needling of her guilt had killed her lust. 'Maybe on the weekend? I could make it up to you.' She smiled at him and saw his eyes flash in anticipation. She fitted her breasts back into her bra and buttoned her blouse up, aware that the janitor was in the next office. Hooking her panties from the floor with her shoe, she stuffed them into her handbag and handed Tony a tissue, indicating he should wipe his face. 'Tonight...' he tried again, but she could see that she had won and shook her head. She turned and smiled as the janitor entered the room. The young man stopped and Belinda found herself fighting to keep from blushing. 'Do you want that emptied?' He pulled the headphones free and pointed at the bin. Belinda was impressed to hear the smooth, cultured voice. 'Sure, thanks,' she said, letting her eyes lock onto his. She was aware that Tony had moved from behind her to one side of the desk, but followed the janitor's movement as he bent and picked up her bin. Knowing that Tony was watching her, she deliberately dropped her gaze to follow the young man's denim clad buttocks as he walked out to empty the contents into the wheelie bin. 'What're you listening to?' she asked, putting on her flirtiest smile. All at once the buzz was knocking again. 'Uh? Oh, Ani DiFranco,' he replied. 'Really?' She was surprised at his answer. 'Cool chick with a social conscience,' she added. 'Yeah, way cool,' he grinned back. Neither of them looked at Tony, then he nodded goodbye and was gone. 'Who the hell is this chick called Arnie?' Tony asked. 'A-N-I,' Belinda said patiently. 'American, modern folk singer, very good.' 'I'm sure,' Tony said. 'Now, this weekend isn't great for me...' 'Then I guess you forfeit your payback,' she cut in. 'Friday night,' he replied. Their eyes locked together for a moment and she raised one eyebrow and nodded. 'My call, right?' 'That's what I said.' The buzz was back, in the background, but she didn't want Tony tonight. She would finish the report, place it on Derek's desk, go home, open a bottle of wine, climb into the bath and let her fingers do the walking. 'Good, see you after work.' Then he was gone. Surprised, but happy at his capitulation, she returned to the report. Belinda's Tale Ch. 03 The rest of the week lapsed back into a normal routine and by Friday Belinda was actually starting to feel relaxed. She lunched with Pam to again thank her for looking after everything, had dinner and too much red wine with Julia, discovering that nothing happened with Julia, though there was a level of sexual tension that would need treating at some stage. On Friday afternoon, Tony poked his head in to remind her of their date. She nodded and felt a tingle at the prospect of doing his bidding. Whatever failings she felt there relationship had, namely being an office secret, the ability Tony had to unleash desires in her that she hadn't been aware of more than made up for them. Straight after work she locked up and headed to the small boutique hotel in St Kilda where Tony had instructed her to meet him. It was only a short tram ride from work and she found her curiosity piqued by the meeting place. The pub was panelled in wood and had an appropriate coastal feel to it. Tony was waiting and she noted he had changed from his suit into more casual jeans and a polo shirt. He greeted her with a kiss and a drink. Within half an hour they had consumed two more drinks as she told him all about Derek's very positive reception of her implementation report. Her head was spinning by the time the sun had slipped below the horizon. 'I've got to eat, Tony.' 'Yeah I know, I just thought I should get you drunk first and tell you what my plan is for you.' 'Oh really,' she replied. They snuggled together on a bench near the window, watching the cars speed by. She turned to him and they kissed again, this time a slower meeting of mouths that promised more. 'So tell me,' she said, her voice hoarse. 'Well, I'm not sure that you're prepared to keep your promise.' One hand had been stroking her hair, now his other hand dropped onto her lap. She made no move to stop the pressing of his fingers. 'What do you mean?' 'Well babe, you're probably too up tight for what I want...' 'Since when?' She felt her indignation rise, but it was overpowered by her lust as his fingers began to press against her clit through the material of her skirt and panties. She kissed him again, this time ramming her tongue into his mouth. 'Tell me,' she demanded. 'Are you sure?' 'Mmmm,' she agreed. Tony leaned closer and almost pressed his mouth to her ear. 'The janitor.' 'What?' 'The janitor, I want you to seduce the janitor.' 'You're kidding.' She pulled her head away and turned to look at him. 'No.' His gaze was steady and she realised that he wasn't kidding. Belinda was horrified at his suggestion and pushed his hand from her lap. 'Ah, I knew you wouldn't agree.' Tony removed his hand from her hair as well and turned just enough to break the contact between their shoulders. 'Well of course not!' She hissed at him. 'I mean, you're saying that you want me to have sex with another man, a stranger...' 'A man you've flirted with, a man you told me...' 'Flirting is different to fucking!' The word flew out of her mouth and as it did, the memory of being blindfolded and pretending she was with the janitor rose unbidden and Belinda felt a little tingle between her legs. 'A man you told me you've fantasised about fucking,' Tony continued as though reading her mind. 'Fantasy is different to reality Tony,' she frowned at him. 'Maybe, but it doesn't have to be.' 'Well it does in this case.' Belinda tried to sound firm but more images filled her mind; his dark eyes and denim clad buttocks. 'Okay, forget I mentioned it.' She tried but image after image flashed from hidden recesses of her alcohol inundated mind. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Tony changed the subject, much to her relief. 'Should we eat here or somewhere else? I think there's a little Thai place a couple of blocks down.' 'Yeah, that sounds good. The walk would be nice.' Belinda was hoping that the fresh sea air would sober her up slightly. Tony slid his arm around her as they stepped onto the pavement and began walking. She could feel the heat of his body pressing against her and wanted to feel his skin on hers. 'After dinner, how about we go back to your place and you can blindfold me again.' 'My place, sure, you blindfolded...I don't know, we've done that and all.' They continued on, crossing a side street. 'Maybe I could be blindfolded this time,' he laughed. 'I'm game,' Belinda agreed. She was a bit disappointed that he didn't want to blindfold her; she had wanted to relive her fantasy with janitor. 'And who would you pretend I was?' 'I don't know,' he shrugged. 'Julia maybe?' 'Oh hello,' Belinda laughed. 'Secret work crush number two?' 'Well I kind of flirted with her, before you arrived,' he added as she looked at him in alarm, 'but no response so I backed off.' He shrugged. 'I reckon she's got nice breasts.' Belinda had to stop from telling him that she had. Another tingle as she recalled hiding in the shower. 'So you've got a crush on Julia and could've been going out with her instead of me hey?' 'Ah, I doubt it.' 'Why not?' 'I don't know,' Tony replied after a short pause. They had reached the restaurant, but Belinda didn't feel hungry any longer. 'Let's keep walking,' she urged. 'I'm not hungry any more.' 'Sure,' he said and they pushed on. 'You could be holding her here and looking forward to playing with her "great breasts."' She was mocking him now and had to admit to feeling a slight stab of jealousy. 'Maybe,' Tony replied, affecting a disinterested air. 'Maybe she'd indulge my fantasies more than you...' 'What does that mean?' Belinda snapped back. 'Maybe she'd be more open minded than you, more ready to explore herself...' 'You mean fuck the janitor?' 'I mean indulge me in a fantasy,' he smiled at her. 'What fantasy?' Belinda was becoming confused. 'In this case, with you, to watch you seduce and fuck the janitor. With her, maybe something different would be more satisfying.' Silence fell between them again. Tony was stating that it was his fantasy for her to seduce the janitor. He actually didn't care about how she saw it. Another small pub appeared and they ducked inside. As Tony ordered them another drink, a plan hatched in her mind. 'So,' she began as he returned, 'this janitor thing is about you...not me?' 'Well both I guess.' 'Ah no, as I see it, my fantasy is just that...imagination. You want to live it out.' 'I guess...' 'So,' she spoke slowly. 'If I was to do this for you, you'd have to do something for me, right?' 'Hello,' he looked surprised. 'Are you reconsidering?' 'Maybe.' That he could possibly think that she was uptight, or that Julia was somehow more open minded had stung her. The fact that he kept their romance secret from the office was starting to make her feel like he was using her as a physical partner. If that was the case, maybe the opportunity to explore herself, her inner desires, should be taken advantage of. Tony was safe, she knew him reasonably well. The move to Melbourne had been about establishing her own identity. Tony was looking expectantly at her. 'This is the deal,' she said, turning to face him as she drained her drink. 'If I do this, then I get to call the next game?' 'Sure.' His answer was too quick. 'Whatever I want, you understand?' 'Absolutely,' he grinned. He glanced at his watch. 'If we get going, we can have you in your office before he starts on our floor. 'Okay,' she agreed, 'but we need to drop by my place first.' *** As Belinda sat behind her desk, staring out of the window of her office, she suddenly wondered what the hell she was doing. She had stopped at home to change into a matching pair of lace underwear. Her plan was simple; she was going to let the janitor "stumble" in on her while she was changing. Tony had told her that he would watch from the adjoining office. He had a digital camera that he hid on her filing cabinet and hooked up to the computer where he would sit. The elevator doors had opened almost twenty minutes ago. Belinda knew that she had spent far too much time in the office after hours recently, she had begun to recognise the pattern of his office cleaning. He started at the small kitchen at the far end of the floor, then the conference room and then down the corridor office by office. Depending on the state of the kitchen and conference room, he usually reached her office within twenty-five minutes. On her computer she had opened a document to make it look like she was working. It was unnecessary but somehow added to the whole feel of a plan that she controlled. The sounds of cleaning in the next room began, so she slipped from her chair and walked over to the locker in the corner, quickly peeling off her blouse and unzipping her skirt. She opened the locker and stood in front of it, her heart pounding as she waited for the sound of her office door opening. With his headphones on he would be unable to hear her so the first time he would know that she was in was when he saw her. Normally, when she worked back, she left her office door open. Tonight it was closed, a deliberate ploy to make him think that she was gone. As the door handle moved, she bent over, pointing her thinly clad behind at the door. Her heart pounded at what she was doing, at the fact that Tony was in the next office watching on a computer monitor, at the possibility that the janitor, for all his flirtatious behaviour, might reject her advance. As the door swung inwards she stood abruptly and spun to face the "intruder". He was inside the door before realising that she was in the corner, semi naked, looking at him and the look of shock was complete. 'Oh! I'm sorry!' he exclaimed, his voice louder than necessary as a result of the headphones and the music she could hear emerging tinnily. He began to back towards the door when she smiled and raised her eyebrows at him, stopping him in his tracks. 'I'm sorry,' he repeated, pulling the headphones free while trying not to look at her. 'I didn't know that you were in...' 'Really?' she asked, stepping towards him. He swallowed and looked at her. 'I mean, how many nights have I been here this month, and tonight, without knocking, you barge in when the door is closed and the light on?' She knew it was a lie, that her door was always open. But it gave her the initiative, the power to turn the tables and accuse him of wanting her. 'Ah, well, I don't know, I didn't expect...' His words trailed off as Belinda moved to stand in front of him. 'I don't believe you,' she said, her voice soft. 'I think you've been hoping to walk in on me all month.' 'What? No.' He sounded startled by her accusation and her heart sank a little. 'Are you telling me that you haven't looked at me when my back was turned?' 'Ah, well...' he paused. 'What do you want?' 'I want you to fuck me.' She locked her eyes on his, watching them widen, searching for a look of disgust or rejection. She saw his nostrils flare slightly, the vein in his neck pulse and his lips part ever so slightly. And she knew that they would fuck. 'I don't think that...' 'I think it would be best if you didn't think at all,' she murmured, stepping closer to him. They were toe to toe now and she reached out and brushed the back of hand across the front of his jeans. He jumped but remained in place. Her nipples hardened as she realised that she had captured this male simply by standing in front of him in her underwear and telling him what she wanted. Tony's fantasy was allowing her to push her boundaries, to explore her own secret desires and so he had led her somewhere she wanted to be. She wondered if he was playing with himself in the next office, then realised that she didn't care. She turned her hand around and cupped him, squeezing gently and was excited to feel that he was already hardening. She leaned closer to him and their breath mingled, she could smell the faintest trace of tobacco on his breath. Normally the scent would have been a turn off, but now it added to the scenario of her seduction of the janitor, a young workman. He tried to kiss her but she turned her head so that his lips smacked against her cheek. Undeterred he ran his mouth over the side of her face and sought her neck. His hands went to her waist, grabbing her flesh and sliding around to grab her buttocks and pull her crotch against his, trapping her hand. He was fully erect and his not inconsiderable length was trapped under the denim. His fingers were digging into the soft flesh and she felt her arousal grow as he squeezed and kneaded her. Belinda pushed him away, which took some effort, then squatted in front of him. She ran her fingers over the bulge in his jeans and looked up at him with a faint smile. Maintaining the eye contact, she deftly manoeuvred the fly open, fumbling a little as she unbuttoned his jeans. He made no effort to assist or stop her, his eyes simply remained locked on hers. His hands hung slackly by his sides and his headphones, still attached to the Walkman clipped to the back of his jeans, dangled like a thin black tail. Then they hit the floor as she pulled his jeans down, unable to prevent her eyes from looking at the stretch of his cotton jockey shorts. Belinda heard the gasp escape from her throat but could do nothing but stare. She had never seen a penis this size and estimated that it was eight or nine inches long. She touched it with small, uncertain movements, feeling his heat through the cotton. A small patch of damp appeared under the tip and in response she felt her own juices begin to flow. She squeezed the tip between her thumb and forefinger, shivering as he moaned aloud. She freed him then, pushing his jockey's down, revealing his thick shaft. Wrapping her hand around his girth she squeezed, eliciting another moan. He was almost unbelievably hard and she wondered for a moment if she would be able to take him in. Then her lips were open and he was in her mouth, her tongue tasting his pre-cum and her lips savouring his rigidity and the heat of his flesh. Now he moved, his hands going to the back of her head and his hips gyrating back and forth. Belinda held still and let him penetrate her mouth, feeling his hardness as it dragged back and forth across her lips. Occasionally he pushed too deep and she almost gagged, but each time he quickly pulled back and she realised that other women had let him know how far he could go. The thought that other women had fellated him added to her lust. He was groaning with each small thrust, then without warning he came, his come spurting thick and salty across her tongue and into the back of her throat. When she had allowed Tony to come in her mouth, she had been able to spit his vile tasting seed from her mouth. The janitor's girth was simply too large and his volume too excessive. Her mouth was full and so she swallowed, gagging as the thick liquid caught in her throat. At once he pulled free and she spluttered and spat the rest of his come onto the carpet. 'Sorry,' he gasped. Belinda remained squatting as she tried to regain control. The gagging reflex had stopped and she looked up. His cock hung like a banana before her, the end slick with saliva and seed. Between her legs a fire smouldered and she wanted him inside her. Knowing that he would be on the verge of tugging his pants up and leaving, she reached out, took him in her fingers and again brought him to her mouth. She was turned on like never before. Tony was watching, this man, the janitor with no name, had come in her mouth and now groaned again as she slid the come covered tip of his cock into her mouth. Inside a minute he was erect again and this time she stood, her hand pumping him in a lazy action to keep him hard. He refused to kiss her this time, so she smeared his come on his neck. Without releasing him she wrestled her panties off, then took him to her desk. She had pre-positioned a condom in her pending tray and retrieved it now, rolling the rubber sheath down his shaft. Belinda sat on the edge of the desk, spread her legs and looked him in the eye. 'Now fuck me.' He slid forward and into her, her body exploding in pleasure as his thick shaft ran along her swollen clit. His hands roamed over her back, unclipping her bra so that she was naked while he was still dressed, his pants bunched around his ankles. The janitor slammed into her, his length seeming to drive upwards into her belly. She had wondered if he would fit inside her and now she had her answer. Their pubic hair mingled with each inwards thrust and she reached up and clasped her arms around his neck so that they clung together, his hands gripping her breasts. Her climax was massive and intense, her body bucking and she thought she might pass out. The whole time he continued to pound into her, until with a roar he came, his buttocks clenched tightly and his hips moving in small spasms. Then it was over, the condom dropped to the floor and he was pulling his jeans up. Belinda was conscious that she was still sitting spread-eagled on her desk, completely open to him, so she shut her legs and looked at him. 'That was great,' he said. 'Not bad at all,' she agreed, trying to sound composed. 'I'd better keep going,' he tilted his head towards the corridor. 'Maybe see you next week?' 'Maybe,' she replied. And she meant it. Then he was gone. Belinda dressed, switched off her computer, wrapped the condom in a tissue and took it with her, then walked to the next office. It was empty. Tony was gone. The discovery didn't disappoint her at all. She had expected that Tony would want sex, but after the janitor she felt satisfied. Very satisfied. Belinda's Tale Ch. 04 Belinda was however, annoyed that Tony didn't call later that night or the next morning. She called his house only to be greeted by his answering machine and hung up without leaving a message. She wondered if he was jealous, if her brazenness with the janitor and her pleasure in using him was more than he could bear. The possibility both pissed her off and tickled her humour. It had been his fantasy; his idea and he had pressured her, while she was drunk, into doing it. He just hadn't expected her to enjoy herself quite so much. By Saturday afternoon she had given up on Tony and rang Julia to see what her friend was doing. They agreed to meet for dinner and she spent the afternoon shopping, buying a new suit for work, an outfit for going out that night and almost as an afterthought, three lingerie outfits. The thought of meeting the janitor again was a tantalising one and she wanted to be dressed for him. *** 'You've got to get yourself a man Belle!' Julia giggled. 'Then again so do I!' Belinda laughed along with her friend, wondering how Julia would react if she told her that at the moment she had two men, one of whom had a huge cock! 'I mean, you've been slaving away at work, and doing well at it from what I hear around the office, but you must be in desperate need for a good fuck!' They joined in raucous laughter and Julia unwound herself from her sofa and went in search of drinks. They had been at her house for a couple of hours, deciding that a couple of bottles of wine at home after dinner was a better option that trawling bars. Julia returned with another bottle of red and poured two more glasses, slopping the liquid onto the glass top of the coffee table. 'Careful girl.' 'Ah, I'll lick it up later.' 'I don't doubt it.' Belinda picked up her glass. 'Now tell me, what the hell is happening between you and Troy?' 'Nothing, like I told you. I think he likes me, and I kinda like him, but in all honesty he's not my type in the long term sense. But don't go changing the subject. Why the hell are you doing everything wrong to find a man?' 'I'm not...' 'You're not doing anything right, is what you're doing. Or not doing. Or whatever.' Julia waved her glass around and Belinda thought more wine was about to be spilt. Julia's insistence on talking about her apparent lack of a love life was beginning to bug her. 'If you would just trust me a little more, I could set you up with Troy. He's your type...' 'How would you know what type I like?' 'That's true,' Julia continued after a short pause. 'Given that I've never met any man you like...' she stopped abruptly, staring at Belinda. 'You're not gay are you?' 'No!' Belinda snapped. 'Hey, I mean it's okay if you are...' 'I'm not!' 'Alrighty then, if you're sure. Cos I know this woman...' 'For God's sake Julia, I'm not gay and I'm not interested in Troy because I've got someone if you must know!' The words blurted out almost as though of their own accord. Belinda was surprised to feel as though a weight had been lifted from her chest. 'What? You've got someone? Bullshit!' Julia had almost fallen off her seat in excitement. 'Who is it, someone I know?' 'Yes, I mean no.' 'What, yes or no, do I know him?' A look of disbelief crossed Julia's face. 'You're making this up so I stop hassling you aren't you dear?' 'No, I have someone and no you don't know him.' Belinda felt her annoyance returning. 'Bullshit. I don't believe you.' They stared at each other until Belinda felt her willpower weaken. 'Fuck it Jules, it's Tony.' Julia's mouth dropped open in disbelief. Belinda couldn't help but laugh at her friend's expression. 'Tony, from work?' 'Yes.' 'So I do know him?' 'Yes, obviously.' 'I didn't think you were the type Belle.' Julia's tone carried a note of disapproval and stung Belinda. 'What the fuck does that mean?' 'Well, I mean, you don't seem the type to have an affair.' 'Oh for fuck's sake,' Belinda rolled her eyes. 'I can't help it if the man I like works with me at a place with old fashioned values, but that hardly constitutes an affair.' 'What?' Julia looked confused. 'I know Derek doesn't like workplace relationships...' 'What the fuck are you talking about?' Julia cut her off. 'Derek couldn't give a rat's arse about who's fucking who in the office, though I suspect he wouldn't be impressed that you're fucking a married man.' The words sobered Belinda up quicker than being dropped into a bath full of ice water. 'What?' She was barely able to speak the words. A look of horror crossed Julia's face as they looked at each other. 'You don't know...?' Belinda shook her head. 'Oh fuck, what a prick. Tony told you that shit about Derek's disapproving didn't he?' She nodded. A yawning chasm was opening up under her and she felt sick. 'But I've been to his house.' 'She doesn't live here, she lives in Mildura and looks after her invalid parents. He goes up most weekends to see her...you probably don't see him much on weekends do you?' It was true, apart from the occasional Friday night and the weekend on the lake, their time together had mostly been during the week. 'I'm a fling to him. A toy. That meant the whole janitor thing was a...well I don't know what it was, a power trip, designed to humiliate her or make him feel better about himself?' 'Oh Belle, I'm so sorry,' Julia's arm slid around her shoulder and she let her friend hold her. 'What a fucking idiot I've been,' she whispered. They sat in silence for a while. 'Do you love him?' 'No.' She didn't, that was true. 'But I like him a lot. Liked I mean.' 'Christ was a clever bastard he's been. He had to know that sooner or later someone in the office would find out.' 'But I guess he's been having fun in the meantime. At my expense.' A tear formed in the corner of her eye and Belinda wiped it away angrily. 'You know he said you turned him down.' 'Yeah I did and I let him know that married men weren't my thing.' 'Ah. Such information would've helped me just a little!' 'If I'd known, I'd've told you. But you are one hell of a secret keeper! Remind me to tell you all mine, at least when I get some worth sharing.' 'I will.' Belinda sniffled. 'And thanks for telling me now.' 'That's okay. More wine?' 'Nah, I think I want to go home.' *** Despite the distress and anger she felt over the remainder of the weekend, Monday was even more difficult for Belinda. She saw Tony in the office kitchen and had to breathe deeply to keep her cool and not confront him then and there. Instead she dropped a note on his desk telling him to meet her in the foyer after work. The rest of the day dragged on and she was unable to concentrate on work. Finally five o'clock rolled around and she almost flew from the office, leaving Pam to finish up. Tony was ten minutes late and breezed past her without acknowledging her presence. There were two other co-workers nearby and she smiled grimly at the pretence he kept up so well. She followed him down the street until she could see no one behind them. 'Tony!' He stopped and looked back past her, then seemed to relax when he saw the coast was clear. He moved to kiss her and she let his lips brush hers, then they walked towards Southbank. 'Where'd you get to Friday night?' It wasn't how she had planned to start. She had planned to launch a scathing attack, but having had the whole day to think, she had decided to continue the game a bit longer. She had come to realise that her anger was at the deception he had carried out, not that he was married. She didn't love him, wasn't falling in love with him. She was hurt by his lies and wanted to ensure he knew why when she told him. 'I thought you looked like you were having fun and I thought I'd best disappear before young Romeo wanted to clean the next office.' 'I thought you might call me, you know, tell me what you thought.' 'It was pretty hot,' he admitted. They had crossed the Yarra River and were surrounded by throngs working their way home. 'Did you come?' She looked up at him as she asked the question. He looked startled and glanced around to see if anyone was watching. 'Later,' he admitted. 'Good.' She drew in a deep breath. 'Did you think about me while you were fucking your wife on Saturday?' Tony stopped and stared at her, his expression frozen. It was sort of what she had expected. He had to know that she was going to find out one day. But then he smiled, a reaction she hadn't expected. 'We didn't fuck on Saturday, she was too tired. We made love on Sunday morning instead.' He turned and started to walk again and she was forced to trot to keep up. 'What are you doing?' She grabbed his arm and forced him to stop. 'Let go!' he snapped and two people glanced at them. 'This isn't the place.' 'Where is?' He stared at her then sighed and glanced down at his watch. 'Come to my place at seven. We can talk then.' 'No...' 'I'm not doing this here Belinda. My place or no place.' Abruptly he turned and forged a path into the crowd. 'Fuck,' she said. She contemplated chasing him, but the initiative was already lost. Instead she set out for home. *** She knocked on his door at seven fifteen, the late fifteen minutes designed to lull him into a sense that she may not have been coming at all. He opened the door dressed in a robe, a glass of wine in one hand and offered his most disarming smile. Belinda refused to respond and pushed past him and walked to the living room. A second glass was out, waiting for her and she felt another stab of anger at his arrogance. 'Tony, I didn't come here to drink wine and chat amiably about the weather...' 'Okay, that's fine, but I didn't want to be accused of arrogance by not offering you a glass. I still like you a lot you know.' 'What? How can you say that when you were fucking your wife yesterday?' 'Because it's true. Wendy knows...' 'I don't need to know her fucking name...' Belinda snapped and immediately regretted the implied jealousy. 'Well that's her name. I'm sorry I didn't tell you...' 'Sorry you didn't tell me' Belinda interrupted, unable to hide the incredulity she felt. 'What about what you did to your wife?' 'She knows.' Belinda stopped as though she had been slapped. 'Wendy knows. We've agreed that I can have casual relationships here.' 'What?' 'I'm allowed to...' 'I heard,' she snapped. Her head reeled. Her being a casual relationship fitted with his "fantasy"; voyeurism and putting her to work just met his need. 'Well its over,' she said. When he just shrugged she pushed past him and stormed out, slamming the front door behind her. She felt deflated and used, while at the same time part of her acknowledged that she had enjoyed her time with him. No one had been hurt, except her pride. 'How the hell can a woman let her husband have sex with another woman? What kind of relationship was that?' Belinda's sleep that night was filled with dreams that she couldn't recall but left her feeling empty and listless the next morning. *** 'Tonight couldn't come fast enough.' Belinda raised her drink to Julia who smiled back and returned the toast. 'Well, if there's one thing that can cure the blues, it's a drunken party!' 'Well its Saturday night and I just got paid...' Belinda sang. They began to break into chorus when the doorbell rang. 'Someone's early,' Belinda exclaimed. 'That'll be Troy,' Julia winked. 'Ooh, looking to make an early, sober impression huh?' 'It's not me that should be making an impression, Belle,' Julia shot back over her shoulder as she went to answer the door. Belinda grinned. 'Troy is cute and Julia seems to be giving me all the signals that she's not that interested. But the last thing I need right now is to start another relationship.' Then Julia re-entered the room with Troy in tow. 'Then again maybe I do need it.' 'Hi Belinda,' Troy greeted her with a bright smile. They exchanged pleasantries while Julia poured him a drink. Belinda found herself flirting with Troy, despite herself. By midnight she was thoroughly drunk, standing alone in Julia's backyard and on the verge of sinking into a mire of self-pity. Partly it was the fact that Tony had used her, but mainly it was the fact that she genuinely liked him. That she had been willing to explore her sexual fantasies with him told her more than anything else that she had been falling for him. She felt violated, yet part of her knew that she had let herself be violated. She hadn't asked him about his attachments, she had made the first move and made it clear she wanted sex, and at the outset she had not intended for things to develop further. He had never really indicated his feelings for her. And she had accepted the whole secrecy at work idea without question. Belinda wandered back into the party, noting that the crowd had begun to thin out, mixed herself another drink and tried to mingle as best she could. At around two in the morning she said good night to Julia and let herself into the spare bedroom that Julia had offered. She was too drunk to drive home regardless, but in reality she didn't want to wake up with a hangover and be alone the next morning. She quickly undressed and slipped on a pair of satin boxer shorts and a thin cotton tee shirt that she favoured for sleeping. Within seconds of her head hitting the pillow she was asleep. At three she awoke with a pressing need to pee. Slipping from under the covers she left the light off and carefully opened her bedroom door, unsure as to whether the party was still going on. The house was silent and dark so she padded down the hall towards the back of the house. At the end of the hall she stopped abruptly, hearing the soft sounds of lovemaking. Although the house was dark, sufficient light shone through the rear French windows to illuminate Julia and Troy on the sofa. Not wanting to interrupt them, Belinda quickly backtracked and relieved herself in the ensuite off Julia's bedroom. As she stepped cautiously into the hallway, across from the door to her room, the memory of Julia topless in her ensuite rose in Belinda's mind. She felt her heart skip a beat, then felt a stab of anger towards Tony. It was his influence that made her want to slip down the hall and watch what was happening; a few months ago it wouldn't have crossed her mind. A soft moan reached her ears and her anger was swept away in a rising tide of lust. Again she moved down the hall, pressing her back against the wall so as not to be seen. Julia was sitting with her back to Belinda, astride Troy who was lying on the sofa. Both of their shirts were gone and as Julia moved Belinda could just make out the curve of her breast. She was rubbing oil onto Troy's chest and his skin was glistening in the moonlight. Julia leaned forward and her breasts brushed his chest, then their mouths met. Troy's arms encircled Julia and pulled her down on top of him and as she leant further forward Belinda realised that Julia was naked. Her buttocks were rounded and firm and Belinda watched as Troy's hands moved lower and stroked them, his fingers tracing along the edges of her crack. Julia began to rise and fall rhythmically on Troy's lap and Belinda found herself taking another risk and edging slightly past the end of the hallway to improve her view. What she saw was Troy's hard shaft, glistening with juices, appear and disappear into Julia as she moved. Belinda could see Julia's outer lips being pulled and pushed as they gripped his shaft and felt her own juices responding at the vision. She could hear their heavy breathing and the occasional wet sound as their mouths broke apart. A low groan from Julia sent shivers through her and set her heart pounding. Her nipples hardened and Belinda was conscious of them as they brushed against the cotton material. Julia and Troy's breathing was becoming louder and faster now and Belinda found herself frozen in place, wanting to leave and feeling ashamed at her spying, but enormously turned on and wanting to see more. Julia moved so quickly that Belinda had no time to slip into the shadows. She simply slipped from Troy's lap, then spun around to remount him facing the other way. And therefore facing Belinda. Julia was looking down as she mounted him and Belinda watched as she reached between her legs, grabbed Troy's shaft and guided herself onto it. Belinda moved back into the hall as Julia looked up, but she knew that she hadn't moved quickly enough when she saw Julia's eyes open wide. The polite, well-mannered "normal" part of her brain screamed at Belinda to walk away and return to her room. She could easily explain to Julia that she had just walked in on her way to the toilet. But that newly discovered primitive part of the brain that let lust take control told her to remain, to look around the corner and watch the scene. From where she now stood she could neither see nor be seen, but she could hear and what she heard told her that Julia and Troy were still making love. If Julia had been embarrassed or angry, she would have stopped what she was doing, instead it sounded as if she was continuing and increasing the pace of their lovemaking, if the sound of flesh on flesh was anything to go by. Belinda took a small step forward and looked back into the room, knowing that she was changing her relationship with her friend forever. Julia's eyes widened again momentarily, but then narrowed and a faint smile curled the corners of her mouth upwards. The two women locked eyes and Belinda saw her own lust mirrored in the brunette's gaze. Belinda let her eyes wander down across Julia's breasts that were swaying with each movement. She felt an overwhelming desire to walk to the sofa and touch them and the thought made her mouth go dry. She licked her lips involuntarily and then looked at her friend's face just as Julia exploded into climax. 'Oh fuck!' Julia exclaimed, her head dropping forward, her hair obscuring her upper body as she came. Then she arched back, revealing herself in full, Belinda noting the tightness in her stomach and abdomen, the points of her nipples, then she heard Troy grunting and knew that he was coming inside Julia. Belinda turned and almost ran to her bedroom, turned on to an extreme and reluctant to remain in sight as the lovers came down from the pre-orgasmic high. In the darkness of her room she was keenly aware of the blood pumping through her ears and the buzz of her clitoris. Throwing herself onto her bed she slid her hand inside her boxers and flicked the tip of her forefinger onto her clit. The buzz grew immediately and by simply picturing Julia's body, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she came, Belinda climaxed. She bit down on her lip to remain silent, aware that they might be standing right outside her door. That thought sent her crashing into a second orgasm on top of the first, her first multiple orgasm that forced a small whimper from her throat. Belinda writhed on the bed and ended up being dragged from the pleasurable waves as her legs tangled in the sheet. As her breathing returned to normal she was aware of the sweat between her breasts. Thirty seconds later she fell into a deep sleep. *** It was well after ten when Belinda woke up. She was confused as to where she was, but then the flood of memories returned, the party, her self-pity over Tony and most of all the scene with Julia and Troy. She squirmed in embarrassment and the knowledge that she now had to go and face the two of them in the broad light of day. And with a hangover. She postponed the inevitable by lying in bed and thinking through her situation. Having broken company rules by having an affair with a co-worker, she had also broken her own rules by getting involved with a married man. Although she hadn't known that fact, she had made no effort to find out about Tony's life. And now, to top it all off, she had performed a lewd and completely overt act of voyeurism on her one and only true friend. She thought briefly about resigning from her job and returning to Sydney. Belinda's Tale Ch. 04 'Coward's way out,' she muttered to herself. 'Like lying in here hoping somehow that I don't have to face Julia and Troy.' With that she kicked back the covers and swung herself out of bed. She paused to stretch her back, and ran her fingers through her hair while looking in the mirror. She contemplated getting dressed but wanted a shower to rid her skin of the stale smell of alcohol and smoke. Grabbing some cosmetic wipes from her handbag she wiped away the smudges of makeup around her eyes and mouth, smoothed in some moisturiser and applied a thin layer of colour-free lip gloss to ensure that she was presentable. With a final look, she took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped into the hall. Belinda could hear the sound of the kettle boiling as she entered the kitchen. She was relieved to see that only Julia was in the room and she guessed that with only one cup no the bench ready for the boiling water, that Troy was either still asleep or had gone. 'Hi Jules.' 'Hey,' Jules looked around at her with a smile. 'Sleep well?' 'Yes...thanks.' Belinda had no idea how to raise the subject. 'Good, want a tea or coffee?' 'Coffee please,' she replied, watching as Julia turned back to the cupboard to retrieve a second mug. 'Is Troy...? 'Gone home, we're having lunch tomorrow.' 'Great. Look, I'm so sorry about last night, I was going to the toilet, then I heard something and I...' 'I was a bit stunned when I saw you standing there,' Julia cut her off as she handed Belinda the coffee. 'And shocked when you came back in, but God Belle, I have to admit I had the hugest orgasm knowing that you were watching us. C'mon sit down,' Julia led Belinda to the sofa. 'Don't worry, there's no wet spot,' Julia laughed. 'I'm still so sorry, I don't know what came over me.' 'You're not gay are you?' 'What?' 'It just occurred to me that maybe you fancied me rather than Troy...' 'Jules,' Belinda scoffed. 'After what I told you about Tony?' 'I dunno, maybe you made that up to get my sympathy.' They looked at each other and laughed out loud. Belinda knew at that moment that their friendship would be stronger than ever. 'Well, if I was that way I'd definitely fancy you,' she giggled. 'I'll keep that in mind,' Jules laughed. 'Does Troy know that I was...? 'Uh uh,' Julia shook her head. 'I didn't know if that might weird him out with me, or you or whatever.' 'Thank goodness,' Belinda said. 'I'm embarrassed enough with you knowing, but if Troy knew as well...' 'Well it can be our little secret,' Julia replied, leaning forward to pat Belinda's hand. The contact sent ripples through Belinda's nipples which she felt harden under her tee-shirt. She smiled and looked down at her coffee to hide the panic she felt and in an attempt to suppress her arousal. *** 'Belinda,' Pam popped her head into the office. 'Derek would like to see you now, apparently it's urgent.' 'Thanks,' Belinda said, feeling her heart racing. It was Thursday and Derek had stated in last week's meeting that the new executive vice president of operations would be named during the week. Despite feeling she had to be a rank outsider for the position, the sudden summons from Derek was promising. She was ushered straight into Derek's office and found herself sitting in a deep and comfortable leather chair opposite her boss. 'You're twenty eight aren't you Belinda?' 'Um, yes,' Belinda was caught off guard by the unexpected question. 'That would have made you the youngest ever vice president in this company.' His tone indicated to Belinda that she hadn't won the job and she felt disappointed. 'I also thought that by then the need to do things like this had passed.' Derek picked up a remote control and pointed it at the wide screen LCD screen mounted on one wall. The picture that flickered into focus froze the blood in her veins. She was kneeling on the floor of her office as the janitor rammed his erection into her mouth. His hands were on the top of her head but despite the grainy vision and the high angle of the shot, which some part of her rapidly numbing brain concluded would have been from a security camera, there was no doubting it was her. As if to ensure there could be no doubt, the shot was edited to jump forward in time as he came in her mouth. Belinda watched in speechless horror as she took him into her mouth again, then she was on her back on the desk as he fucked her. Then the screen went blank. 'I think we've seen enough, don't you?' Belinda found herself unable to talk, felt the blood that had drained from her face return in a rush and simply nodded, breaking the eye contact with Derek to stare at the floor in front of his desk. 'Imagine the damage to the image of this company if that footage made its way out onto the internet. Did you even consider for a moment what you put at risk, even apart from your own career?' 'No, it was, I mean I...' She trailed away, absolutely at a loss for words. What could she say, that it was Tony's idea in the first place? 'I can't condone this sort of activity by one of my management team Belinda, and I'm sorry to say that I have to ask for your resignation from Robson. In return I will ensure you are given all copies of this tape and that a suitable reason be given as to why you have had to resign. You will be on fully paid leave for the next two weeks, if you are agreeable I will tell the company that there has been a death in your family, and then announce your resignation due personal reasons in a fortnight.' The words were like hammer blows to her and she felt her stomach flip. Fearful that she was going to be sick, she simply nodded. 'I'm sorry Belinda, you showed so much promise. It is such a waste to know under that managerial exterior there lies a self destructive slut.' Her head snapped up at that, but she saw the coldness in his eyes and realised that apart from the futility of arguing against his accusation, he was basically correct. 'Is that all?' Her voice was a whisper. 'Yes.' Derek handed two video tapes to her. 'One is the unedited master, the other the one we watched, the edited highlights as it were. Do with them whatever you want.' 'I'm sorry Derek,' she said as she walked towards the door of his office, clutching the tapes. 'As you should be,' were the last words she heard. Belinda returned to her office and was relieved to find that Pam had gone to lunch. She scrawled on a post-it note that she had received some bad family news and would be gone for a week or so. She grabbed her handbag and a few personal items that she could stuff inside it, and fled the building, making a deliberate attempt to ignore the security guards. She knew that at least one of them had seen the tape, and if she was any measure of men in general, it was likely that most of them had seen it. A short time later she locked the door of her apartment and collapsed into a fit of crying. She cried in shame, at the hurt Tony had caused her, at how lonely she felt. Her phone rang around seven and she ignored it as she lay curled up in bed. It rang several times more until whoever was calling gave up around ten. She remained in bed for the next twenty four hours, ignoring the phone that rang irregularly throughout the day, until she was snapped awake by someone rapping on her door. She attempted to ignore whoever it was until she heard Julia's voice begging to open up. Wearily she snapped the locks open to find her friend standing in the rain holding a plastic bag with several containers of what looked like curry and wearing a look of relief. Belinda realised that she hadn't eaten for more than a day and felt her stomach rumble as the aroma hit her nose. 'You look fucking awful,' Julia said, her look of relief changing to one of concern. "Are you going to let me in I do I have to be drowned like a rat?' 'Jules, this isn't a good time...' Belinda knew she didn't sound convincing, and despite wanting to wallow more in self-pity, knew that she didn't sound convincing. 'And that's why I'm here.' Julia pushed past Belinda into the entranceway. 'What's going on?' 'There's been a death...' 'Don't bullshit me, I thought we were good friends.' 'We are...' 'Did Derek fire you or ask you to resign?' 'Resign, how did you know?' 'Pam told me about your note, but that you also took the photo of your Mum from your desk and that little stress ball thingy. I rang your Mum and she's not dead and was quite pleased to hear from me. So what's going on?' 'You're a nosy bitch aren't you,' Belinda sobbed. Julia led her into the small lounge and sat her on the sofa. 'I am at that, now hold your thoughts, or collect them, and I'll serve up some of this food. Are you hungry?' 'Starving.' 'Good. Now I need to ring Troy and cancel our date tonight...' 'Oh God, don't do that, why don't you tell him to come over and join us, I would really appreciate having you two around, you make me laugh.' 'I want to know what's going on, are you sure you're ready to share with Troy?' 'I assume that whatever I tell you, you tell him, so that's fine.' Julia nodded and took the food into the kitchen. Belinda could hear her talking into her phone but couldn't make out what her friend was saying. They ate in front of the evening news, a welcome distraction from her depressing thoughts. After dinner Belinda excused herself, combed her hair and wiped the smudged makeup from her cheeks and eyes. A short time later came another knock at the door and Julia let Troy in. He gave Belinda a huge hug and produced a bottle of scotch. 'Its raining even harder outside, so I figured we had better be ready for the floods.' 'So tell us what is really going on,' Julia asked once they had cleaned away the dishes and each had a scotch. 'A couple of weeks ago I did something very stupid at work, one night, late.' She shook her head, unable to actually say what she had done. 'The security cameras were filming and it was passed on to Derek...' 'What did you do Belle?' 'I...' she shook her head and felt the tears welling up. 'Did you steal something?' Troy's voice was soft and comforting. 'No, no, not like that.' She shook her head. 'I fucked the janitor in my office, it was a dare by Tony.' She saw both their mouths drop open and offered a thin smile in return. 'Yes I know you had no idea that your friend was such a slut.' 'Hang on,' Troy said, beating Julia to the punch. 'Just because you engaged in a bit of fantasy doesn't make you a slut.' 'Thanks Troy,' she smiled through her tears. 'Tony gave Derek the tape,' Julia suddenly said. 'What?' 'I spoke with one of my friends in security this arvo when I started to realise that what Derek had told us was a lie. He told me, unofficially of course, that you were not be allowed back in the building. When I asked why he said he didn't know, but that someone senior had passed on information to Derek on Wednesday about you.' 'It couldn't have been Tony...' Belinda started. 'Oh no?' The outrage was evident in Julia's voice. 'Derek had made up his mind on Wednesday that you were to get the job. Then Derek passed on this tape. Did you say that it happened a couple of week's ago?' 'Last Friday.' 'So why did it take a week to get to Derek? Because it was Tony's insurance that's why. Was he in the video?' 'No,' Belinda's voice had trailed to a whisper. 'He was supposed to be in his office watching via a digital camera, but he was gone when we...when I...when it was over.' 'And then you found out about his wife and its over and he didn't really care, did he?' 'Not much.' Belinda's head was reeling with the way the puzzle was falling into place. 'What a bastard.' The rate of their drinking increased as they discussed the staff reactions to the news of Belinda's sudden departure and how much they all hated Tony. By midnight they were thoroughly drunk and had started on a bottle of Irish cream that Belinda had in the pantry. 'So tell me that you had the tapes destroyed,' Julia slurred. 'No, no,' Belinda exclaimed, standing up suddenly. She pulled the tapes from her handbag, 'I've got 'em here. Derek assured me that they are the only copies and told me I could do whatever I want with them.' 'Fuck,' said Julia. 'Can we watch them then?' Troy asked with a laugh. 'Troy!' Julia slapped him on the chest. 'Well, it seems fair given that Belle's watched us, that we get a chance to watch her!' 'What!?' Belinda and Julia cried in unison. 'You saw me?' Belinda felt her face flush. 'Of course I saw you, what do you think I'm blind?' Troy laughed at the open mouthed expression on the faces of the two women. 'Why didn't you say anything to me? Julia sounded indignant. 'I didn't know if you had seen Belle and I thought you might've been embarrassed, why didn't you say anything to me?' 'Same reason,' Julia giggled. 'Well it would seem we're all perverts then,' Belinda blurted out. The atmosphere in the room had become charged and Belinda shook her head to break free. 'More drinks?' 'Please, yes,' Troy and Julia replied, draining their glasses and offering them to her. Belinda scooted into the kitchen and filled the glasses, draining the bottle in the process. As Belinda ferreted through her kitchen in search of more alcohol, she could hear what sounded like spirited muttering from the lounge but was unable to make out what they were actually saying. Her suspicions were heightened when the pair fell silent as she re-entered the room. 'What're you two talking about?' 'Not much darl, just catching up on each other's week,' Julia said brusquely as she accepted her glass. 'Well, this may be the end of the party,' Belinda stated, holding her glass up, 'this is the last alcohol in my humble home.' 'Here's to you then,' Troy said with a sympathetic but genuine smile. 'Like hell this is last drinks,' said Julia as the toast concluded. 'Troy, I'll give you the best head you've ever had if you'd be a gentleman and duck down to the bottle-o on Darling Parade and get some more for us.' 'Are you right Jules?' Belinda tried to act horrified. 'Don't worry Belle,' Julia patted her friend's knee, 'we'll take it elsewhere this time.' 'That's a hell of an offer, and I must admit that I'm tempted, but you have to consider the weather outside,' Troy countered. 'Well if you don't want to sleep in that weather instead of in a warm bed with me, you'd better get that cute arse of yours moving right now.' Troy leapt to his feet, saluted to Julia and headed out of the room. 'You don't have to you know,' Belinda said but knew she sounded unconvincing. 'Ah, but I want to Belle,' he said as he walked to the front door. 'And beside, a few more drinks and perhaps I'll get to hear more about what was on these infamous tapes.' 'Piss off!' Julia yelled as he shut the door, and shook her head. 'Is he bothering you with that talk?' 'No,' Belinda said with a smile. 'He's a good catch Jules.' 'Yeah, I know...' 'But?' Belinda asked, sensing that her friend was about to say something else. 'No, not a but, more of, well yeah a but.' Julia's forehead had creased into a frown. 'The sex on the couch the other night, that was in response to, um him saying I was too, well not daring enough.' 'Oh, what he said you were boring?' 'No! Well actually I suppose he did, didn't he,' Julia grinned somewhat self-consciously. 'And so you took him up on the dare to show him that you aren't?' 'Something like that.' The two women sat in silence for a moment. 'I guess you're not very boring, given this whole saga of the video...' Julia's voice trailed away. 'God Jules, I didn't know that I could do something like that, but I was a bit like you, and responded to the dare. At least you only got sprung by me, I mean I bet every bloody security guard at Robson's has watched my video.' 'Is it that good?' They were interrupted by a loud banging on the door. Julia moved the quickest and let Troy in along with a blast of cold air. 'Vodka, and lots of it,' he announced, making his way into the kitchen. They were soon seated back in the lounge with refreshed drinks. 'So is it that good?' Belinda could sense the dare in Julia's repeating of the question and accompanying challenging grin. 'I can't say I'm an expert on pornos, but I think it probably is.' 'What the hell were you too talking about while I was out?' Troy perked up. 'Oh ho, mention porno and look who's listening.' 'Do you want to see it then?' Belinda knew it was the alcohol bringing out the inner sex-demon as she was starting to call it. 'Only if you want to show it,' Julia countered. Their eyes were locked and Belinda was experiencing a flashback to the previous Saturday night at Julia's place, complete with the desire to touch her. 'I'll grab it then,' she said, pushing up from the sofa. As she pulled the tapes from her bag she felt her stomach weaken. She knew that if they sat and watched these tapes, that something would happen. Not as in an affect on their friendship, but as in something physical, sexual between the three of them. And it was what she wanted. 'Hey don't do this just because of what I said,' Troy protested as she pushed the tape into the video player. 'Ah what the hell Troy, as you said I've seen you guys at it, we might as well even the score.' 'Well come and snuggle up with us on the sofa,' Julia invited. 'In a sec,' Belinda said, dimming the lights. 'It helps to see the screen better,' she explained. Belinda darted into her bedroom and emerged with a large queen sized blanket. 'If we're going to snuggle,' she said, sitting in the one spot available that put Troy in between the two women. As if on cue Julia pressed a button on the remote and the picture on the television was replaced by the grainy security camera footage. This wasn't the edited version but the full tape, she had decided that she wanted to see everything including the build up. They watched in silence as Belinda stripped down to her underwear in preparation of springing her ambush. 'How was Tony supposed to see what was happening?' Troy asked. 'He had his digital camera on the filing cabinet.' 'Where's that?' 'You can't see it,' Belinda concluded after examining the view on the screen. 'How convenient for Tony,' Troy murmured. They fell silent as the cleaner entered. 'Oooh, he's almost as big as you,' Julia murmured as the cleaner's erection came into view. Belinda saw movement under the blanket as Julia slid a hand onto Troy's lap. The alcohol in her blood and the visions on the screen were combining to fill her head with wanton thoughts of lust. She could remember the feel of the janitor's cock in her mouth, and the taste of his semen as he came. On screen she watched as he came in her mouth, and realised that although she remembered almost gagging, there was no outward sign of her distress. 'Bad girl,' Troy muttered as she took the janitor back into her mouth and got him hard again. Belinda didn't know whether she was referring to her or to Julia, who was moving her hand in his lap in a manner that suggested some serious stimulation was occurring. On the screen she was now lying back on the desk and the janitor was about to enter her. As he did, she heard Troy moan softly. 'Are you two going to put on another show for me?' she whispered. 'If you want,' Julia murmured. 'Wouldn't mind,' Belinda thought that she was slurring her words, a result of the mixture of alcohol and lust. She reached out and pushed the blanket away, her eyes transfixed as Troy's erection came into view encased in Julia's fist. Julia's hand was languidly moving along his length, squeezing the swollen tip with each upward motion. A drop of clear fluid oozed from the open hole at the end and without thinking what she was doing Belinda reached out and dabbed it away with the tip of her forefinger. Belinda's Tale Ch. 04 'Oh, sorry,' she giggled. 'Don't be,' Julia murmured. Belinda looked up at to meet her friend's eyes that were blazing with lust. Belinda tried to look back down and Troy's erection but found it impossible to look away from Julia's intense stare. Belinda was aware that Troy was still watching the television and glanced at the screen to see herself being well and truly screwed by the janitor. Her pussy was throbbing and she felt her desire over riding her sense of caution. She leant towards Troy, lowering her head, then paused to look at Julia. Julia gave her an almost imperceptible nod. Without further hesitation Belinda lower her mouth to Troy's cock and slipped the head into her mouth, tasting his pre-cum and feeling his heat. Julia kept her hand moving and Belinda pressed her lips against her friend's fingers and followed it up and down the shaft. 'Holy fuck,' Troy gasped and his hips rose slightly to meet this new source of pleasure. Belinda could hear them kissing wetly and placed her hand on Troy's thigh for balance. 'Oh God, fuck, yeah, fuck!' Troy's exclamation was the only warning she got as he came in her mouth. Belinda wanted to slide him into the back of her throat, but Julia kept her hand motion going, pumping him into her mouth and she had to choose to release him or continue and accept his come onto her tongue. She persisted, feeling the sticky warmth coating the inside of her mouth. 'Oh, stop, stop,' he gasped and they both released him. To Belinda's surprise, Julia cupped her chin and drew her face close, opening her mouth and indicating that they should kiss. Belinda didn't hesitate, meeting her friend's full lips in a sticky open-mouthed kiss only centimetres from Troy's eyes. Their tongues entwined and their lips pressed together until some of his come trickled into the back of Belinda's throat, at which point she had to pull back and swallow to head off her gag reflex. 'Oh, wow, sorry about that,' Troy said, grinning with embarrassment at his lack of control. 'Why don't you sit over there,' Julia indicated the other seat with a nod of her head, 'and Belle and I will put on a little show so you can get it up for us again?' Troy moved as though struck by a cattle prod. Belinda opened her mouth to protest, weakly, but Julia pulled her tee-shirt off over her head, revealing the swell of her breasts pushing upwards from under her bra. Belinda snapped her mouth shut and opened her arms to take Julia into her embrace, leaning back against the arm of the sofa. Their mouths met hotly again, this time without the bitter taste of semen. Belinda was acutely aware of the feel and warmth of Julia's breasts against her chest and she let her fingers drift down here friend's back until they encountered her bra strap. She was surprised to find it difficult to unclasp the bra from this position, but then it fell open and Belinda ran her fingers lightly along the full expanse of skin. Julia raised herself and flicked the bra off, drawing Belinda's eyes to breasts that were now becoming familiar to her, but were now in reach. 'Touch them,' Julia spoke in a whisper. Belinda complied, brushing her fingertips across Julia's nipples, which hardened in response. Belinda heard Troy moan softly but was not interested in him. 'Lick them,' Julia whispered, leaning forward so that her breasts swung forwards. Belinda lifted her head slightly from the arm of the sofa and extended her tongue, touching the hard point of the nipple, circling the aureole, caressing the soft flesh. Despite her lack of interest in Troy, she was aware that this show was as much for his benefit as for her own enjoyment. 'Suck them.' Julia's direction heightened Belinda's excitement, as though she was compelled to undertake actions that she didn't want to. She opened her mouth and closed it over Julia's right breast, the one closest to Troy. Another moan and she glanced across to see that he was fondling his recently spent cock which was semi erect. Julia's breast was soft and warm and Belinda spent some time working the nipple, before swapping to her left breast. Julia finally pulled free and sat up, straddling Belinda's hips before slowly unbuttoning Belinda's pyjama top. When the buttons had all been released, Julia pushed the top open, revealing Belinda's breasts. Julia was staring at them and cupped each in turn. 'Nice,' she whispered. Julia's hands felt hot and her fingers hard as she pinched and pulled at the nipples until Belinda asked her to stop because they were getting sore. Julia bent forward and began to suck them, sending sparks through Belinda's body. Again she caressed her friend's back, feeling the other woman's breasts brushing across her stomach. Troy stood and walked across to stand beside the sofa. He had undressed as he sat and his erection bobbed as he walked. Julia had not been lying when she compared his length to that of the janitor. Belinda reached out and took him in her hand, caressing his hardness and smiling up at him. His eyes sparkled as he smiled back at her and she wanted him in her, but knew that permission for that would have to come from Julia. Julia sat up and saw Troy standing beside her and began to grind her groin on Belinda's hip bone as she watched Belinda's fingers running along Troy's shaft. Belinda cupped Julia's breast again, marvelling at the contrast between her two partners' flesh. 'I'd like to watch you fuck Belle,' Julia whispered. 'Are you sure...?' Belle asked. 'Very,' Julia replied, moving off her friend and walking quickly to the chair vacated by Troy. Before sitting she had pulled her skirt off and removed her black knickers, revealing her neatly trimmed pubic patch that glistened with wetness from within. Troy leaned forward and cupped each of Belinda's breasts, his touch harder than Julia's but no less exciting. His hands wandered down her body, then tugged at the elastic of her waistband. Belinda lifted her hips and let him tug the pyjama pants and her kickers down, then she was naked on the sofa. Troy licked his lips then pushed her knees apart as he knelt on the sofa. There were going to be no niceties here, he wanted to be in her as soon as he could, and Belinda wanted him inside her. Spreading her legs, Belinda moved her left foot from the sofa and placed it on the floor, provocatively opening her pussy to Troy. Troy moved forward and the head of his cock pushed against her lips, then he was sliding inside, her stretching her well lubricated tunnel. It felt divine and Belinda grunted and lifted her hips to meet his thrust. He was big and she couldn't completely accommodate his length as the head hit her cervix. Troy was obviously aware of his size and she was grateful that his subsequent thrusts ended before hitting her cervix which was painful. Belinda felt sparks flying through her body and raked her nails up Troy's back, making him arch so that their bellies touched. Supporting his weight with one hand on the back of the sofa, Troy reached down and began to pull and twist her nipples. Belinda lifted her chin and sought his mouth, but Troy denied her that intimacy. His incessant pulling at her nipples was heightening her lust and she knew that it would not be long now before she came. 'Fuck her doggy style.' Julia's voice caught her by surprise, and Belinda realised that she was becoming so focussed on her own pleasure that she had forgotten the presence of her friend. 'No,' she gasped as Troy slid from her body, leaving her exposed and gaping. Troy grabbed her hips and flipped her over and Belinda complied, wanting him inside her again. She pushed her buttocks towards him and felt a thrill as his length slipped smoothly into her and he took up his rhythm again. Suddenly Julia was beside her, kneeling on the floor and running her hands across Belinda's body. The extra contact sent a shudder through Belinda, and then fire raced into her belly as Julia slid one hand between Belinda's thighs and began to stroke her clit. 'Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,' she chanted breathlessly as her climax neared. She turned to look at Julia and found her friends staring into her eyes. Still moaning with pleasure she leaned towards Julia and they kissed, the brunette's tongue thrusting into her mouth. It was too much for Belinda and she came so hard that her vision dimmed momentarily. Troy continued to thrust through her climax, his shaft combining with Julia's finger on her clit to drive her into the best orgasm she had ever experienced. Her body contorted and eventually she twisted and Troy was forced from within her and then Julia was holding her, kissing her lips with a soft passion and stroking her hair. A torrent of emotions welled up inside her and Belinda was forced to screw her eyes shut to hold back the tears. She buried her face into Julia's shoulder and held her breath, forcing the emotions down. 'You okay Belle...I didn't hurt you did I?' Troy sounded a little scared and it made her laugh. 'Fuck no Troy, you made me come like never before!' She looked up at him over Julia's shoulder and knew that her eyes were wet. She glanced down and saw that he was still rock hard. Belinda pulled Julia onto the sofa on top of her so that their bodies met from hip to shoulder. 'You should use that before it goes off,' she grinned at Troy. Julia shifted her weight slightly, parting her legs, then Troy was in position and by the widening of Julia's eyes, inside her. Belinda stroked Julia's face, appreciating the fact that her friend had come to look for her, had helped her relax and in a sharing of sexual energy helped her release a lot of the pent up anger and frustration in a most satisfying way. Julia's mouth closed on hers again and their tongues entwined lazily as Julia's body rocked back and forth as Troy thrust in and out. Belinda's thoughts drifted over the events of the past few months and she had to suppress a giggle at the thought she was now lying on her own sofa, kissing her best friend while her boyfriend fucked both of them. Julia's climax came softly, a tensing of her body and increasing intensity in her kissing. Julia was twisting her hips as she came, then Troy began to grunt and groan, screwed his eyes shut and came. Belinda felt herself being pushed into the sofa by their combined weight and began to feel a little claustrophobic, but remained silent until the other's had moved through their climaxes. They extracted themselves slowly, Troy collapsing on the sofa and Julia sliding on to his lap. Belinda glanced at the television and was glad to see that the security footage of her escapade had been replaced by static. 'Thanks guys,' she smiled. Julia smiled back and Troy grinned his agreement. 'I'm off to bed, see you in the morning.' 'Night Belle,' Julia replied. Belinda slept for fourteen hours. Belinda's Tale Ch. 05 On Friday, exactly six weeks after the threesome with Troy and Julia, Belinda received a job offer from Inter-Pacific Media, a rival to Robson. They were offering a better salary and more benefits than she had been on. The clouds had truly begun to lift on her life and she felt more positive about herself than she had in a month. A gushing phone call to Julia was met with excited enthusiasm and an agreement to meet for dinner, and a warning that it would be a big night because Troy was out of town for the weekend. They started the evening in a Greek restaurant on Swan street, discussing her new job and developments at Robson's. Tony was enjoying his promotion and letting people know about it. 'Wouldn't you love to get revenge?' Julia asked over a dessert of honey cakes. 'Yeah, but shooting him in the cock might get me in trouble.' They burst out laughing and the commotion attracted the attention of the restaurant's other patrons. Paying their bill they walked the short distance to the Union Jack hotel. Over several drinks they discussed various methods that would give Belinda revenge, without further jeopardising her new career. By 11.00 they had agreed on a plan, downed their drinks and then caught a cab to Club Odeon at Crown Casino, arriving just as the club was firing up. Belinda and Julia flirted with every man who glanced their way as well as with each other until they finally staggered into the cool early morning air at just after 3 am. Giggling like the drunken girls they were, they collapsed into the back of a cab, and Belinda gave the driver her address. 'You want to crash at my place and we can grab breakfast together tomorrow?' Julia nodded, then raised her eyebrows with a faint nod towards the driver. He was young, perhaps early twenties with shoulder length dark hair that framed a handsome face in the style of Pierce Brosnin. 'Oh, you are cute,' Belinda cooed, leaning forward in her seat for a better look. Alcohol had long ago driven away her inhibitions. 'Why is a spunky young thing like you driving a cab?' 'I'm a uni student, helps pay my way,' he grinned at her in the mirror. 'Would you mind putting on your seatbelt please?' 'Ooh, certainly,' Belinda slurred, fumbling to do up the clasp. 'I'd better do what he says Jules, or he might give me a spanking.' 'Perhaps you should leave the belt off then,' Jules giggled and Belle laughed far too hard at the lame humour. 'I'm guessing you wouldn't mind a spanking yourself tonight,' Belinda said to Julia, who grinned back at her. 'Too bad he's out of town.' 'Too bad for me, or for you?' Julia grinned good-naturedly as she asked the question, but even through her drunken haze Belinda recognised that Julia wanted to know whether the threesome had left her with a taste for Troy. 'He's cute, and big!' She glanced up to see the driver's eyes widen at her words, 'but to be honest I was way more taken by you.' The air in the cab was suddenly charged with sexual energy. 'Driver, would you mind if I removed my seatbelt so I can kiss my friend and fondle her rather nice breasts?' Belinda met the driver's eyes in the mirror and pouted as she asked the question. 'Aah, um, I, I guess so.' Belinda was at Julia's side in an instant and their mouth's met in a warm kiss, tongues urgently seeking out each other and caressing. Belinda kept her word and ran the palm of her hand across the swell of Julia's breast through the straining white material of her shirt. 'Don't crash driver,' Julia panted as in turn she caressed Belinda's buttock through the sheer material of her knee length dress. All too soon the cab had pulled up outside Belinda's apartment. 'Why don't you come in with us for a tip?' The words were out of Belinda's mouth before she realised that she was speaking. 'I can't do this without talking to Troy,' Julia interrupted. 'What with me...?' 'With him.' 'I, I can just watch,' the driver offered helpfully. 'Like hell,' Belinda growled. 'Jules, why don't you watch, then once I've finished with him, we can cuddle up...' 'Okay,' Julia shot back eagerly. Her nipples were showing through her shirt and she was apparently as eager as Belinda was for some action. The cabbie didn't complain about the prospect of being ejected when "finished with," as they tumbled from the cab. They had barely staggered into the studio apartment when Belinda started pulling the cabbie's shirt off over his head. His body was lean and hard and Belinda ran her hands over his chest and stomach. She tilted her head up and kissed him, tasting mint of his breath as his tongue invaded her mouth. She felt the spaghetti straps on her dress being tugged over her shoulders then she was standing in only her panties and high heels. Belinda recognised Julia's hands stroking her back and turned and pressed her back against the cabbie, pushing him against the wall. His chest was warm against her back and his hands went at once to her sides. Belinda pulled Julia close and their chests pressed together as did their mouths. 'Thought you couldn't?' Belinda sounded breathless, partly from being sandwiched between her two partners, and partly because the cabbie was grinding his erection through his jeans against her bottom. 'I'm not...' Julia's response was cut off as the cabbie's hands pushed up between the two women's bodies, cupping Belinda's naked breasts but in doing so brushing the back of his hands against Julia's shirt. 'Not with him...' she added. She stepped back as the cabbie decided to try his luck and turned his hands to cup Julia. Belinda looked down and watched as Julia let him caress her breasts through her shirt as she wrestled with her conscience, watching his long fingers flick across the nipples. Belinda reached back and began to squeeze the cabbie's erection through the denim and was thrilled to hear him grunt his encouragement. Julia stepped away and walked into the small lounge, the same room that had been the scene of their frenetic threesome three weeks prior. By then Belinda had unzipped the cabbie's jeans and freed his cock, an average sized specimen that was however, rock hard. Glancing back over her shoulder as coquettishly as she could, she grasped his shaft and nodded her head towards the lounge. 'C'mon plaything,' she growled. He followed, holding his jeans up so that they didn't bunch around his knees and trip him. When they entered the lounge, Belinda saw that Julia had positioned herself so she could watch the action on the main sofa as she had the previous time. 'Kneel for me,' she instructed the cabbie. She could see a moment of doubt, perhaps even uncertainty as to what was about to happen to him, flash into his eyes. 'You've played with my tits, I've played with your cock and I presume you want to stick it into my cunt which, incidentally is quite wet at the moment?' She was deliberately provocative, both wanting to enslave the cabbie further and to turn on Julia. He nodded and licked his lips. 'Then kneel.' This time he obeyed. 'Put your hands behind your back. Again he obeyed, and when he was in position, Belinda stepped towards him and thrust her hips forward. She had positioned them so that they were side on to Julia, affording her a great view and a better show. Grabbing his hair she pulled his face against her panties and ground herself against him, feeling his mouth open to meet her. His tongue pushed against the fabric sending sparks through her loins and she mashed herself harder against him. Glancing over at Julia she could see that her friend had unzipped the waist of her skirt and had thrust her hand between her legs. The front of the skirt moved lazily in time with the ministrations of the hand underneath. 'Pull my panties off with your teeth.' She wanted to feel his tongue inside her and against her clit. The cabbie tried his best to comply, but when he nipped her thigh accidentally making her squeal in pain, she pushed him roughly away and slid them off herself. Belinda stepped to the sofa and lay against the arm, one foot on the floor the other draped over the back. She reached between her legs and ran her fingers across her womanhood, exposing herself to both her viewers as she parted her labia. 'Come lick me,' she whispered, locking her eyes on the cabbie. He crawled to her, then slammed his mouth against her pussy as though trying to enter her. Belinda squealed again, this time in delight as his tongue probed inside. She wiggled against his mouth and lips, raised her hips to get him deeper, then pushed downwards to try and get his tongue against her clit which was throbbing in anticipation. He failed to take the hint, instead continuing to fuck her with his tongue. 'My clit, my clit, lick it, please,' she begged. Julia's eyes were glazed with lust and glancing down Belinda noted that the cabbie was tugging at his cock as he probed her. Somehow he had pushed his jeans and undies down until they were bunched around his ankles, prevented from coming off by his shoes. Despite her begging the cabbie was either deliberately teasing her, or sadly unfamiliar with the female anatomy. 'Lick my clit now or there's no way you're going to fuck me,' she growled. It was an empty threat but she had to let him know who was in control. The cabbie sat back on his haunches and the look of desperation in his eyes made her realise that he was not experienced in the skills of cunnilingus. 'Oh baby,' she cooed, 'you need some lessons in this don't you?' He looked embarrassed but before he could speak, Julia kneeled at his side. 'Here,' she said, reaching out and sliding her hand over Belinda's wet pussy. Belinda moaned as her friend's fingers parted her labia and pulled back the hood to reveal her red clitoris. 'This is what you need to concentrate on.' At once the cabbie returned to his work, this time slavering across her clit. The pleasure began to build at once and Belinda reached out to caress Julia's hair as she fought to lie still and allow him to concentrate on his skills. Then the contact was lost. 'Slow down handsome,' Julia spoke softly. 'Its all well and good to go at it like a bull at a gate, and yeah, she'll come when you do it like that, but if you want it to be memorable, and you should, then you need to work her into a frenzy. Use the tip of your tongue on the tip of her clit, circle it, suck on it with your lips.' As she spoke Julia was stroking Belinda's clit with the forefinger of the hand that was not holding her open. Belinda couldn't control her hips which were jumping at the electric currents zapping through her body. 'Like this,' Julia said and then for the first time, Belinda had a woman's tongue touching her. Julia's tongue did exactly as she had instructed, flicking lightly across her clit, then circling it and digging under the hood. Belinda almost came when Julia sucked it with her lips and grazed her teeth across it. 'Your turn,' she said, sounding almost detached as she sat back to give the cabbie access. At once his mouth returned to Belinda, this time with greater finesse, though nothing of the skill demonstrated by Julia. Belinda briefly wondered if Julia had done that before, or was it simply the application of first hand knowledge as a recipient. All thoughts were banished from her head however when the cabbie inserted two fingers below his chin and thrust them as far into her as he could. 'Oh fuck yeah!' she shouted, bucking her hips and momentarily breaking the precious contact between them. 'Don't stop!' She had lost control of the situation now and was enslaved to his tongue and fingers. The cabbie went back to work, but what sent Belinda over the top was when Julia suddenly started sucking on her nipples. Her climax roared out from the core of her body and the scream that started in her throat was reduced to a thin wail as she was pressed against the sofa arm. Waves of pleasure ran from her pussy to her scalp and Belinda felt overwhelmed by the contact against her clit, the fingers inside her and the mouth on her nipples. 'Stop,' she gasped, but was forced to push Julia away and clamp her legs around the cabbie's head to stop them. They were all panting, Belinda with post-orgasmic relief, the cabbie from his efforts and Julia with unrelieved lust. 'You'd better fuck me now,' Belinda said, parting her legs. The cabbie knelt on the edge of the sofa, but nearly toppled over because of his jeans still being bunched around his ankles. 'For God's sake,' Julia muttered and quickly pulled off his shoes, then removed his pants, leaving him the only one completely naked in the room. Belinda still wore her red heels. Again he kneeled on the sofa, and glancing down Belinda saw that his cock had softened somewhat. He leant forward and rubbed the shaft against the very well lubricated entrance to her pussy, and she watched as he regained his full erection. Once he was erect he entered her, pushing his full length inside. The cabbie sighed and began to thrust against her. Belinda began to rotate her hips to both stimulate his shaft, and to regain some of her own lustful momentum by using his shaft against her clit. The warmth began to fill her belly and she looked up to meet the cabbie's eyes, but he had turned his head to Julia. Following his gaze, Belinda saw that Julia had removed her shirt and skirt was sitting in here underwear, her hand thrust down her panties and was frantically fingering herself. Belinda briefly thought that Julia had crossed the line that she hadn't wanted to cross somewhere, but wasn't about to point that out. Her attention snapped back to her sex partner as she heard his breath shortening and the volume of his sigh increase into an animal grunt. 'Don't you come inside me,' she warned. He blinked and re-focussed on her face as though only just becoming aware that it was Belinda he was fucking. 'Thinking about fucking her?' Belinda nodded towards Julia. The cabbie nodded, biting his lower lip. 'That would be hot wouldn't it?' She sensed that he liked the fantasy talk. He nodded again. 'You seemed to like it when I kissed her too.' 'Oh yeah,' he moaned. He thrust his full length inside her and stopped. For a moment she thought he was going to come, but relaxed when she realised he was controlling himself. 'Want to see us kiss more?' 'Please,' he begged. Belinda wiggled free from him, feeling his cock slip from her wetness like a marinating sausage. She walked to Julia, turned and then sat on her friends lap, hooking her legs to the outside of the other woman's knees. Her pussy rested on the edge of the chair, providing easy access. Belinda leaned to the side so he could see Julia, turned and the two women began to flick their tongues together in a wanton display. At once the cabbie knelt on the floor, grabbed his erection and guided it into Belinda. Again she used her hips to stimulate herself. She wanted him gone soon, her lust for Julia was building again. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes and saw that his stare was riveted on the contact of their tongues. Julia was well aware of the effect on the cabbie of contact between them and so reached around to cup Belinda's breasts. At once the cabbie leaned forward and began to lick them, including Julia's fingers as a target. Julia was clearly turned on and offered her fingers to him like a small cock, and at once he began to suck on them. Julia moaned and gasped and Belinda could feel the effect on the cabbie. His movements were becoming less fluid and more erratic. The cabbie released Julia's fingers and leaned forward, and to Belinda's surprise Julia let him kiss her, his chin rubbing against Belinda's cheek as he did so. He was grunting loudly as he pounded into Belinda's pussy and she knew he was going to come soon. 'You can come in my mouth if you want,' she whispered into his ear. Her words make his body jolt, and almost at once he stood, offering his twitching and glossy member to her mouth. Belinda leaned forward and took him into her mouth, ignoring the taste of her pussy on his shaft. There was no technique to speak of, she simply sucked him into her throat, ran her teeth along his shaft as she pulled back, squeezed the swollen head with her lips, then plunged down on him again. 'Fuck, I'm coming!' he yelled within ten seconds of her starting her oral actions. Belinda had no intention of swallowing his seed, instead wrapping her hand around the base of his shaft to milk him, keeping her mouth wrapped around the glans. His first spurt hit her upper palette and made her jump, but she was ready for the rest. He didn't come in huge amounts and Belinda found it easy to work her lips across his head and use her tongue to expel his semen which fell onto her belly. Belinda didn't have to break the contact, the cabbie took two steps back and sat heavily on the floor, his chest heaving. Julia pulled Belinda down to her and they kissed again, Julia's tongue urgent in exploring Belinda's mouth. 'Christ you two are hot,' he muttered. 'Hmmm,' Julia murmured, offering a smile as the women broke apart. 'Any chance of fucking you?' His nod indicated Julia who smiled but shook her head. 'I think its time for you to leave,' Julia added. He looked as though he was going to argue, but deciding that his night had been pretty good, instead quickly dressed. As he pulled his tee shirt over his head he turned to the two women who had accompanied him to the door and grinned. 'Well thank you for two firsts tonight,' he said. 'Two?' Belinda queried. 'Two women, sort of,' he laughed, 'and oral sex.' 'You've never given oral before?' Julia exclaimed. 'No, never received it,' he corrected. 'My wife is going to have to learn a thing or two.' 'You're married?' they both exclaimed. 'Ah, yeah,' he shrugged his shoulders, and then was gone. 'You slapper,' Julia laughed as the door closed. 'I'm so sorry if I offended you, little Miss Innocent," Belinda batted her eyelids. 'So you should be...' Julia ran her eyes over Belinda's body. 'That's not really a Miss Innocent look in your eyes you know,' Belinda whispered. As they bantered back and forth, the space between them closed, until finally Belinda tilted her head back and they kissed. There was none of the earlier urgency, instead they ran their tongues across each other's lips, Julia in small darting movement while Belinda caressed her friend's lips. 'Are you sure Troy is okay with us doing this?' Belinda broke the intimate silence after several minutes of kissing and touching had revitalised her arousal. 'He specifically said it was okay for us to do what we liked with each other,' Julia smiled. 'Come then,' Belinda stood and offered Julia her hand, leading the brunette into her bedroom. With they door shut behind them, Belinda turned Julia so that she faced the wall. Belinda ran her hands down Julia's arms, then from her waist up her spine to the clasp on her bra, hesitating barely a second to release it. Julia let it fall forward and shrugged it over her wrists and let it fall on the floor. Belinda knelt, continuing the soft tracing movements of her fingers that ran down her spine, around to her sides, then gently tugged the waistband of her panties downwards. Leaning forward she ran her tongue provocatively from the top of Julia's buttocks, down the line that separated them, stopping just short of making intimate contact at her crotch. Julia shivered and cooperated eagerly to step from her panties. Belinda caressed her friend's ankles, trailing her fingers upwards along the outside of her calves, then across the back of her knees and pressed her fingertips to the inside of her thighs. As her fingers rode higher, Belinda stood and with a gentle push from her shoulder forced Julia to lean forward and place her hands against the wall for support. Using increasing force, Belinda pushed her fingers between Julia's thighs, and as her force was rewarded, inserted her knee between Julia's knees and pushed her legs further apart. Belinda's Tale Ch. 05 'Oh,' Julia exclaimed as Belinda brushed her fingers across the wet entrance to her pussy. Belinda decided that the time of night and the arousal level she had found meant that discretion was not needed. She cupped Julia's pussy from behind, exploring for and finding the swollen clit with her middle finger. At once she pressed the tip of her finger against it and began to rub with quick circular movements. Julia squirmed and gasped, but pressed back to add to the stimulation. Belinda slid her other hand to Julia's chest and began to squeeze her breast, pinching the nipple and caressing the soft flesh. Without warning Belinda plunged her fore and middle fingers into Julia, jamming the webbing of her middle and ring fingers against the clit. Julia squealed and squirmed, but Belinda pushed her body against Julia's side to hold her in place. She began to finger fuck the brunette with a quick steady rhythm, enjoying the sensation of Julia's wetness wrapped around her finger. 'Oh God, I'm gonna come,' Julia groaned. Belinda moved her mouth close to the other woman's ear and licked it. 'I want you to come for me,' she whispered. Belinda's wrist was tiring and she was hoping that her friend would come soon. 'Faster Belle,' Julia gasped. She was squirming more and more as her climax neared. Belinda complied but knew that her forearm was going to cramp up soon. 'Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,' Julia began to chant in a soft, breathless voice. Then she came, clamping down so hard that Belinda had to bend her knees to relieve the pressure being applied to her fingers. Belinda's hand was covered with fluid and there was a wet sucking sound that accompanied the withdrawal of her fingers. Julia turned and leant against the wall, her chest heaving and her eyes closed. Belinda moved so that her own body touched Julia's arm, and when her eyes opened, they smiled at each other. 'Wow, thanks Belle,' Julia murmured. 'You're welcome,' Belinda replied. They kissed softly and with passion, their lips moving against each other, tongues entwining. Then Julia pushed away from the wall and led Belinda by the hand to the bed. 'Your turn,' she growled and the tone in her voice sent a tingle down Belinda's spine. With a playful push, Julia pushed Belinda onto the bed so that she sprawled backwards on the cover. 'Now I've never really done this before,' Julia said as she pulled Belinda's knees apart, settling onto the bed on her knees and elbows, 'so tell me if I'm doing it wrong.' With that she clamped her mouth over Belinda's pussy, driving her tongue inside. Belinda felt the floodgates open and pushed her pussy against Julia's mouth. Her tongue was alternating between stabbing into her and then flicking crazily across her clit. Julia's fingers had pulled the hood right back to expose her most sensitive spot and the pleasure was too much. A night of carnal lust exploded from within her in a blinding flash. She felt her head bury itself in the pillows as her back arched, though she fought not to lose contact with Julia's mouth. Her stomach was clenched and Belinda found it difficult to breathe against the spasms of pleasure that wracked her body. Spent, Belinda collapsed into the now tangled bedding. Julia appeared above her with a wide smile and a wet chin, leaned forward and they kissed again. Julia's breasts swung slightly and dragged across Belinda's chest. 'More please,' Belinda whispered. 'Turn around so I can return the favour.' Julia said nothing, instead swinging her body through 180 degrees and lifting her leg to straddle Belinda's face. Belinda shoved a pillow under her head to lift her mouth, worked her arms out from under Julia's legs, gripped her friend's hips and pulled her pussy down. At the same time she felt Julia's mouth return to her own throbbing pussy and began to rotate her hips in reaction to the tonguing. For the first time in her life Belinda used her tongue to touch another woman's clit. Julia's clit was red and extended outwards and was very hard against Belinda's tongue. As the two women matched each other's tongue actions, their bodies melded into a tight ménage of legs and arms. For the next five minutes they lost themselves in mutual pleasure, tongues exploring, probing and caressing the intimate folds of each other's sex. Then without a word they both began to work faster and harder, less exploring and more licking for affect. Julia was grinding her pubic region against Belinda's chin, who in turn was thrusting upwards against Julia's mouth. Small grunts and groans escaped from their lungs in response to the stimulation that was working them into a state of higher excitement. Each noise from the other spurred them on to increase the level of pleasure. Belinda came first, her eyes screwed shut and her long moan muffled by the pussy stuffed against her mouth. She tried to keep her tongue moving but the waves of her orgasm made it impossible to concentrate on anything but her own body. Julia worked her tongue in and out of Belinda's pussy and was rewarded with a second, albeit less intense orgasm that followed on from the first. Julia broke contact to come up for air and at once Belinda restarted her work. She formed her tongue into a small point and mercilessly flicked it across Julia's clit as fast as she could. Julia began to pant and once against started her "oh yeah" chant, a sure sign she was about to come. As Belinda felt Julia's body tense on top of her, she sucked her friend's clit into her mouth, clamping her lips around it and flicking it even faster with her tongue. Julia screamed in delight and came hard. Belinda wrapped her arms around Julia's hips and held her tightly. Julia's thrashing orgasm pulled her clit from Belinda's mouth and all too soon it was over. Julia rolled from Belinda and turned so that they lay side by side on the bed, panting. After several minutes of silence Belinda pulled the covers back from under their bodies, then over them. Julia rolled on to her side and Belinda adopted the spoon position, wrapping her arms around her friend. 'Goodnight love,' she whispered. 'It sure was,' Julia whispered back. *** It was easier to manipulate Tony into the first step of the revenge plan than Belinda had first thought it would be. A simple text message one Friday from Julia told her that Derek was expecting all his staff at PJ O'Briens in Southbank that afternoon. Belinda picked out a café nearby, enjoyed dinner while waiting for Julia's next text, which arrived just after nine thirty. It confirmed that Tony and a couple of others were still there and that she and Troy were departing. It was with some trepidation that she entered the crowded main bar of PJ's and spotted Tony. Despite her initial feeling of loathing towards him, she also felt a small stab of lust at the demons he had unleashed in her. His back was towards her so she pushed her way to the bar a few metres from where he stood talking to one of the receptionists whose name she didn't know. Belinda ordered a drink and steadfastly avoided looking in Tony's direction until after she had paid for it and pocketed the change. With a casual scan across the room she met his eyes, held his gaze for a moment or two then looked down at the bar. After a moment or two she looked up and was gratified to see that he was still watching her. She forced a small smile to her lips, nodded and raised her glass to him. It was enough apparently and she watched as he elbowed his way to squeeze in beside her. 'Hi Belle,' he said, 'its been a while.' His tone was uncertain and she realised that he didn't actually know whether she was aware of his part in her downfall. 'It has been,' she nodded, then glanced at the drink in his hand. 'I was angry,' she looked away then met his eyes again, 'actually I was fucking furious with you at first.' 'What do you mean...?' 'Don't fuck with me Tony, I know you gave Derek the video.' She held up her hand as he went to protest. 'It doesn't matter, now. Have you heard about my new job?' She knew he had, part of the plan was for Julia to pass that information on to him to ensure his interest. 'Yeah, congratulations, you really landed on your feet.' 'I did and I guess in a strange sort of way, its thanks to you. So here's cheers,' she added, raising her glass. They drank deeply and Tony ordered another round. They chatted for the next hour or so, but Belinda found it stilted as they avoided talking about how she had lost her job and why they were talking. Finally she decided to get to the point. 'Look Tony, its almost eleven,' she watched as he glanced at his watch, 'and quite frankly I don't want to stand here talking for another two hours. Do you want to come back to my place and we can fuck? It's the only reason we're talking to each other, isn't it?' She felt a little thrill at the startled look on his face. 'Sure, but...' 'No buts, my house my rules. Once we're finished, you go home, I'm sure we don't need to wake up sober and hung over in the morning and try and have a conversation over breakfast. That part of the relationship has been somewhat spoiled.' Tony simply nodded. Belinda reached up and drew his head down so she could talk into his ear, 'and if you are a good boy and do exactly as I tell you, you can come in my mouth.' He straightened up and the cocksure grin on his face that she had known so well had returned. 'Deal?' 'Deal,' he said. A light rain was falling as they stepped from the cab. Despite the tension she felt at the thought that her plan was falling into place, her lust was building at the thought of the pleasure she would receive at his hands. Once inside she directed him to the kitchen to mix them some drinks, noting that the door to the second bedroom was closed as she switched on her stereo and flicked on a mix of music. On the sofa she kissed him for the first time in several weeks. She felt her control slipping as his tongue explored her mouth and his hands roamed across her body, unbuttoning her blouse and caressing her thighs. She let him remove all but her underwear, stripping him to his underwear and was elated to see that he already had a full erection. Belinda stood and offered him her hand, which he took and he followed her into the bedroom. She pushed him onto the bed, reached behind her as though to undo her bra, then paused. 'I just remembered something I bought a while ago to surprise you with...would you mind waiting for a couple of minutes while I slipped into it?' 'You're only going to end up naked you know,' he grinned. 'But I'll wait.' Belinda flashed her naughtiest smile and dashed from the room. She looked over her shoulder to ensure that Tony hadn't followed her before pushing open the door to the second bedroom. 'Hi,' she whispered to the occupants of the room. Julia and Troy were sitting on the bed and grinned back at her. On the small table beside the bed sat a laptop computer. 'Is it all running?' 'Perfectly,' Troy whispered back to her. He clicked on the screen and an image of her bedroom flashed into view. Tony was lounging on the bed playing with his erection through his underwear. The view was from the chest of drawers near the door and looked along the length of the bed. Troy clicked a button and the view changed to directly above the bed. 'Where's that camera?' Belinda whispered. 'In the light shade,' Troy whispered back. Julia had laid out Belinda's outfit on the bed and Belinda quickly stripped naked as she watched the laptop. Troy clicked again and a side on view of the bed appeared. Tony's self pleasure was particularly obvious from this angle and Belinda surmised that the camera inside the door of her wardrobe. She began to dress in the dark blue flowing harem outfit that she had picked out. The pants were trimmed with gold and sat low on her hips and flowed out and downwards to tight cuffs that were fastened around her calves. The top was a tight top of the same material that laced at the front and pushed her breasts up and out to maximise cleavage. Her nipples were prominent as was the rounded shape of her breasts. As Julia laced her up Belinda slipped a dark blue masquerade ball eye mask on and fastened a collar around her throat. The mask and collar were made of satin and matched the remainder of the outfit. 'You look gorgeous,' Julia whispered as she adjusted the top for a final time and gave Belinda's nipples a tweak to ensure they stayed hard. The final piece of the outfit was a shimmering, see through golden shawl that was draped around her head and fell to her waist. 'Wow,' murmured Troy. 'We need one of those for you,' he said to Julia. 'Shh,' the women hushed him at once. 'I gotta go,' Belinda whispered, glancing at the screen. Tony was sitting on the bed now, no longer playing with himself and his glances at the door showed his growing impatience. 'Hello,' she purred as she slipped through the door. Belinda felt her ego swell when Tony blinked twice and licked his lips before speaking. She noticed that his penis was only semi erect now. 'I was about to complain about how long you took, but looking at you, wow, it was worth it.' As he spoke he swelled to full hardness in expectation. 'Well, as your harem girl, and I am sure you have many favourites sir, I await your command.' 'Hmm, do you,' he murmured with a smile. 'Why don't you start by crawling on all fours over here and put your mouth around this?' He shifted forward so that his erection pushed over the edge of the bed. In the past his dominance of her was something that she had taken as confidence. Now she thought it was simply his way of humiliating her, of keeping her in her place and it disgusted her. But she did as she was told, keeping the smile fixed on her face. His cock was very hard as she slid her mouth around it and his musky aroma was the result of being confined in his clothes all day. Despite her revulsion of who he was, she felt her own excitement building. It wasn't about Tony, she realised. It was about her deception, her role playing and the fact that Julia and Troy were watching from across the hall. And maybe they were touching each other. The visual of the first time she saw them fucking on the sofa in the dark rose into her mind and a small moan escaped from her throat. 'Can't help yourself can you, you little slut?' Tony's voice was hoarse and she realised that her role playing submissiveness was turning him on immensely. 'I'm here to please you master,' she purred, pulling his cock from her mouth with a wet plop. 'Fuck yeah,' he groaned as she slid her lips around him again. She bobbed her head provocatively back and forth. Belinda had devoted a corner of her mind to imagining what was happening in the other room. She imagined that Julia was lying open legged on the bed with Troy lapping at her wetness, his tongue probing deeply into her as she watched Tony's shaft slipping between Belinda's lips. 'Stop,' Tony gasped and pulled away from her. His cock seemed to be throbbing visibly as he stood. 'Take your pants off, I want to fuck you.' Belinda complied without question, but drew the process out to increase his impatience. This Tony was not the Tony she had believed she was falling for, the Tony she had liked and respected. This was the Tony who cheated on his wife and lied to women to get what he wanted. Because he thought she wanted him for a one night stand, the real man was coming out, the using and selfish one that he had carefully hidden away. 'On the bed,' he ordered, 'no on your knees,' he corrected when Belinda went to lie on her back. She was pleased with his choice of position, it would allow her to take what pleasure she could get from him, without him trying to kiss her or look into her eyes. Tony slammed into her and she was surprised at how wet she was. But the special corner of her mind was imagining Troy taking Julia from behind as they both watched the monitor, seeing Tony slam into Belinda. 'Ohhh, fuck me master,' Belinda moaned, throwing her head back so that the shawl fell down her back. She looked back at him over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes so that he could sense her lust even though she wore a mask. She wanted him finished and gone, they already had more than enough on tape. 'Make me come,' she groaned. But she knew that he wouldn't, some of her anger was bubbling up inside her and was killing her lust. 'Fuck yeah, come for me slut,' Tony growled. He had hold of her waist and was pounding into her. Belinda decided to fake it and doubted that he would notice. She started to pant, dropped her head a little and moaned and groaned. Then she began to thrust against his body, reaching back to claw his chest. 'Oh fuck,' she said loudly, 'you fuck me so well Tony.' She deliberately stepped out of character, to bring them together so that Mrs Tony had no delusions that this was a one off affair. 'Fuck me like you fuck them all, fuck me hard and make me come!' She tensed her abdomen muscles, and then pulled her sphincter and vaginal muscles tight, wrapping him inside her. She let out a shriek and began to writhe under his hands and Tony slowed his pace as her fake orgasm ripped through her body. Belinda didn't prolong it, and suddenly she was pounding against him again. 'You dirty fuck,' she purred with a wide smile as she looked at him again. 'You bad boy, you fuck me into the best orgasms. Fuck my cunt feels wet.' Belinda knew that her profanities would help tip him over the edge. 'Oh yeah,' he yelled, 'fuck yeah, give me your mouth...' He stepped back grasping the base of his shiny shaft. Belinda slipped from the bed and with an adept but subtle movement ensured that they were completely side on to the hidden camera. She knelt and opened her mouth obediently. 'Fill it master,' she murmured and almost at once the first jet of come jumped across the gap between them and hit her in the forehead. The second landed on her tongue and the third across her mask, blinding her left eye. Then he pushed into her mouth and she gripped him with her teeth, pushing his come onto her chin with his tongue as she swirled it around the pulsating head. And then he was spent, stepping back and collapsing onto the bed. Silently Belinda slipped from the room and retrieved a warm flannel from the bathroom, wiping her eye and mask clean before returning. Tony was still lying on the bed, his cock shrivelling and his eyes closed. She sat next to him and began to bathe his limp member. He jumped at the contact then relaxed and enjoyed her cleansing strokes before struggling into a sitting position. 'Thanks,' he grinned. She forced a smile back, and accepted his kiss. He reached out to caress her breast through the top, but she smiled and pushed it away. 'Once was enough sonny,' she said, putting a slight edge into her tone to ensure he got the message. 'I'm going to clean up, so why don't you let yourself out?' 'Can't I stay the night?' He had put on the boyish charm that had so enthralled her for those first weeks. 'No, that was the deal, remember?' He opened his mouth to protest, but saw the tightness in her expression and shrugged. 'Okay then.' He was gone when she returned from the bathroom. Belinda opened the door to the spare room to find Julia alone. 'Where's Troy?' 'Ah, he left, he thought maybe you'd feel a little awkward after all that,' she waved at the monitor. 'You have to be joking?' 'No,' Julia protested, 'he was being considerate.' 'Well you better bugger off soon so I can come, I bet you two were up to no good!' Julia's face reddened as Belinda spoke and it made her laugh. 'You looked like you had a great time, was it still good?' 'No, I was imagining what you two were up to while you were watching, that's what got me turned on. I guess I was hoping that maybe you two were still at it after Tony had left...' Belinda's Tale Ch. 05 'Oh.' Julia was silent. 'What happened the other night was great, but...' 'Yeah, I know,' Belinda interrupted. 'We can't do it again just in case things go a bit funny.' 'Yeah, I hope you understand?' The concern in Julia's voice was real and Belinda reached towards her friend. They hugged each other with nothing but deep friendship in their embrace. 'I love you Jules,' she said as they broke apart. 'I'm just so fucking horny right now that I'm thinking inappropriate thoughts.' They both laughed. 'So why don't you piss off and let me get my rocks off in peace?' 'You sure you're okay to be alone?' 'You bonehead!' Belinda exclaimed. 'You stayed here in case I suddenly felt all morose about fucking him again?' 'Well yeah, you know, I thought you might feel a bit used or...' 'I was the user, let me tell you,' she said. And she felt powerful because she had been the user. Tony had fallen for every little game, every lie and done exactly what she had wanted. 'If your sure?' 'I am Jules, really, really sure. But thank you big time.' They hugged again. 'But get your butt back to Troy before I drag you into my bed and abuse you.' 'What again?' Julia feigned shock and fear. 'Go!' As soon as the door closed behind Julia, Belinda stripped naked and slipped into her bed. The sheets were still warm from where they had lain on top of it. But her thoughts were elsewhere as she slipped her hands between her slick thighs. Her clit buzzed and swelled as soon as she brushed it with her fingertip. She heard herself moan and then she was transported back to her office, the janitor's long cock thrusting into her as she lay on the desk. But this time Tony was there, right there in the spare seat, fully clothed and watching. Belinda slid her middle and forefingers into herself and rubbed her clit with her thumb in crude rough circular movements. Her body was alive and she writhed slowly under her doona as the pleasure spread. In her mind she was coming, but this time, instead of taking him into her mouth, she pushed the janitor away and led him to where Tony sat. Reaching around his young body she began to jerk him off, savouring the firmness and length of his cock. The waves began to roll through her body and Belinda added the middle finger of her other hand to her thumb and began to roll and squeeze her clit. She was nearing her climax now. As was the janitor. His body tensed and he arched his back, bringing him closer to Tony. Then the come leapt from him, landing onto Tony's surprised face. Blobs of sticky come clung to his lips, nose, eyelashes and chin. The thought sent Belinda over the edge. With a loud moan that she failed to hear, she came, squirming against her own fingers as she came, the pleasure that had built up over the past two hours crashing through her body. Within minutes she was asleep. *** Julia sent her an edited version of the tape a two days later. Belinda watched it, noting that her name was never heard nor her face clearly seen. Tony was. His words were very clear, the expressions of lust, his words, his reactions to her profanities. It was perfect. There was a note in the parcel with the tape. An address. Belinda bundled the tape up, addressed and posted it barely two hours after the courier had dropped it at her door. She didn't want to think about it overnight. Action had to be taken immediately. Epilogue 'Fuck my head hurts,' Julia moaned as she appeared in her kitchen. Her dark hair stuck up wildly and her eyes were still puffy from sleep. She wore nothing but a long tee-shirt and both Troy and Belinda watched as her breasts swayed underneath the soft material. Belinda had discovered that she was quite attracted to men and women and had been dating a woman named Beth. It wouldn't last, Belinda knew that she was going to break Beth's heart when they split up, but there was more pleasure and fun to be had for both of them before it ended. It had been four weeks since she posted the tape. The address had come from company records. Four days after posting it, Julia had called to tell her that Tony had taken indefinite leave. A few days ago he had resigned without returning to the office. The gossip was that Mrs Tony had finally found out about one of his flings and apparently hadn't been very receptive to the idea that he was having them. The previous day, Julia had been told she was taking Tony's job. The three of them had celebrated well into the early hours of the morning. They had flirted a little, but Belinda made no moves on her friends, despite the ache in her loins. She leaned against the wall outside their room, naked and masturbating as she listened to their drunken romp. It was a good climax in every sense of the word.