0 comments/ 12925 views/ 3 favorites Looking for Compatibility By: egmontgrigor2010 CHAPTER 1 Although only thirty, Charlie Landers felt he was becoming old before his time. Nothing was going right. His latest girlfriend had dropped him and he was unhappy at work. Three months earlier his parents and sister had died in a car crash. Charlie thought it could only get worse unless he acted to turn his life around. Attempting to get a new life by standing steady meant nothing much was likely to happen. Acting impulsively he sold up and headed east, thinking that was big change although aware he had nothing planned. Well perhaps that was the way to find a new beginning? It was almost midnight three days later when Charlie pulled into a motel in Flavell, a prosperous and reasonable sized city that looked fine for a couple of days' stopover before he moved on. Actually he was about 1000 miles from his former home city so perhaps this could be the spot, although he thought even a dump could look attractive at night. He entered the office, stretched and yawned and looked at the woman behind the counter. She was asleep. He looked again and wondered where were her tits? He hit the bell. She jumped, almost falling off her chair. "Christ," she said, yawning. He thought he liked her. "A room without fleas please." She rubbed and eye and said, "You'll be lucky" and grinned. Charlie thought he really liked her and signed the registered. "Want something to eat?" "What?" "Some people call it food." He pulled his thumb and forefinger down his nose and she said he looked tired. He retorted, "You can't be; you've been sleeping." The woman who looked a little past forty sighed, "Do you want to eat with me or bad-mouth me?" "Why?" "Jesus," she snapped and took the keys to unit 12 from the board and tossed them to him. He caught them easily and said pizza would be fine or a big burger. "I wasn't offering a banquet. Come behind the counter and sit over there. Don't answer the phone and don't allocate rooms. If anyone comes in tell them to wait because if I don't like the look of them I say we are full." Charlie liked to tease. "So you liked the look of me and have offered to feed me. What else are you thinking of offering?" "Don't push your luck buster. My husband is asleep through that door. If I yell he comes running with a shotgun." "With clothes on I would hope?" "Oh funny man." He grinned and asked where was his sandwich and coffee. She sighed and went into side alcove scratching her butt. Minutes later she returned with a coffee pot and two mugs and invited him to help himself. He asked indignantly where was his sandwich. She stared and asked would he like the coffee pot rammed down his throat. He grinned. She shook her head and said he had too much tease and too much humor to be married and went off. She reappeared with a chicken sandwich for her and a bigger plate with a big piece of bacon and egg pie and two pieces of butter bread for him. "Thanks," he said, licking his lips. "That's my husband's 4:00 am snack. He takes over at 1:00. He's becoming fat so that pie is better down you." "Thanks, my name's Charlie Landers. I'm not from around here." "That figures. You don't quite talk like us." As they ate she said, "Thinking of staying here long?" "If everyone is as friendly as you I may be unable to leave." She grinned and said her name was Cheryl Pike. He looked at her. "I bet you nickname at school was Cherry Pie?" He spotted the scowl and said sorry and she said thanks. Eventually she broke the silence. "Would you like a date tomorrow?" "I thought you said you were married?" She laughed and said she was thinking of her niece Della, who'd returned to the city recently and was looking for a decent guy to date. "How can you tell I'm a good guy?" "You sound almost polite, have humor and have a great name." "I see." "You see nothing. I have a good instinct about people. Just don't be in too much of a hurry to get into Linda's pants." "Will they fit me?" "Jesus," she said, shaking her head. Banging on the door awoke Charlie. His watch told him it was 8:30. "Fuck off and make-up some other room," he yelled. "You cur," she yelled. "Aunt Cheryl said you were polite and nice." Charlie groaned, thinking he really couldn't afford to turn away a prospective date. He hauled on his pants and opened the door. She was about twenty feet away heading towards the office. Her ass looked great and blonde hair reached midway down her back. "Hey miss, I'm sorry. How the hell could that guy be dumb enough to dump you?" She swung round ready to murder him vocally it would appear but toppled over; the high heel of her right shoe she'd pivoted on had snapped into two. He rushed over and hauled her to her feet, dusted her ass and kissed her. "I'm really sorry. God I really don't know how to handle women," he said bending and picking up the long length of heel. "Well two apologies within a minute leaves me a little impressed but I don't like men I don't know kissing me and as for touching my ass..." "I can understand that. I was only dusting. You have a great figure." The blue eyes studied him carefully. "Are you always this personal to someone you've just met?" "I was panicking, attempting to get back onside. Cheryl fed me when I arrived at midnight and offered to have you look me over." "For what purpose do you know?" "F-for a date. Um an arm's length date I think." Della continued to eye him. "And what were your thoughts?" "I must be a gentleman and not disclose them." She smiled and said her aunt's impression was the guy in Unit 12 was a bit of a character and might interest her. "For what purpose?" She grinned. "I'm here early because I leave later to visit my parents. I thought I ought to take you to breakfast. You must understand I'm not this friendly with strangers. It's just Aunt Cheryl is rarely wrong about people. She thinks you are the guy to shake me out of my blues." Della was wearing cream shorts and a red shirt. "Are you wearing blue underwear?" Giggling she said, "Oh I should have expected that. My aunt said you had something that almost passes for humor. Get ready while I change shoes. You mildly interest me but your car really does. That '69 Camaro well represents the all-American car before this country became polluted with foreign imports and our vehicle designers became copyists." Charlie boggled at her. "What... oh god, I forgot. Girls are not supposed to know anything intelligent about cars." "I'm the reverse. I think I could fall in love with you." She sniffed and walked off. Della took her time and returned wearing flatter shoes. "I should have been wearing these in the first place. I just wore the heels thinking you might notice my legs." "They are lovely. Did you also change your bra?" Della colored and said yes, she'd changed into blue underwear. They laughed when he said, "I enjoy impulsive women." Della drove the Camaro to the Diner. "This drives well and has been kept beautifully. I'm surprised you use it for everyday driving." "I don't but sold my house and my near-new Corvette. Granddad bought this baby as new and it passed to me from my dad. I couldn't sell and didn't want it stored so hit the road with it." "Hit the road?" Charlie was glad she hadn't asked why had his father handed it down. "I am attempting to find a better future." "Oooh, I like the sound of that, an adventurer. With all this stuff in the back I'll park where we can keep an eye on this baby." Charlie loved her for referring to his car affectionately. "What do you drive?" "A 1976 VW Beetle." "Don't sound apologetic. It's right up near the top of worthy foreign imports and the brand is classic. I noticed it parked outside Unit 7." "Thank you. I'm beginning to think Aunt Cheryl is right, you are a lovely man." Charlie covered his embarrassment by saying well all he knew was he was hungry. Charlie parked beside the VW and he and Della sat awkwardly as if not wishing to break close contact. "Um I could go to breakfast with you in the morning and show you round the city." "That would be lovely," he said, sounding half switched off. "Well I must be moving," she said, remaining stationary. Charlie enthused, "Look go grab your things and let me take you to the ranch. I'd like to spend the day with you." "Only the day?" Della whispered. Charlie scratched behind his ear. "Um let's start with the day." She laughed and said she'd change and grab her things. "Change? You look great." "Mom doesn't like me with my breasts up high like this." Charlie looked at her instead of her breasts and said, "I like them high." Della flushed. "Well today you get preference over mom. We should take my car; it's more economical." "I have plenty of money and Baby has been modified to give a softer ride for touring. We must take her to deliver you the joy of cruising." "I'll miss the urgency of noise behind my back," she giggled, looking across at her rear-engine air-cooled car. Look back at him before closing the door she said, "I love the thought of you calling your car Baby." "Thanks but granddad named her." "Oh how sweet. I'm glad you kept that name." Charlie ducked over to say hi and thanks to Cheryl but found a guy with a prominent beer belly behind the counter clipping his moustache. "Good morning sir. Is Cheryl about?" "She was late with the laundry so had to deliver it herself. Are you the guy from Unit 12 who ate my bacon and egg pie last night." "Yes I arrived to find her in a compassionate mood." "Asleep more like it. Anyway be kind to my niece. She's had a fall out with her guy and risked going to prison in the way she took revenge." Charlie returned to his car agog. Christ he was dating a would-be criminal. Was he safe in her company? He thought about the crimes of female axe-murderesses and was drumming his fingers on the wheel when the door open and she climbed in and said, "All set?" and placed her handbag and shopping bag beside her feet. Charlie wanted to ask what was her unreported crime but reversed the car carefully and then become preoccupied about waving at Cheryl. As she went by in a pickup, grinning, she yelled, "Hi you two." They both waved and Della said, "Oh I noticed you coming back from reception." "I just went to say hi but only a guy was there." "Uncle Stan. He's dour, quite unlike his wife. I suppose he told you I could have been sent to prison." "Yes." "Wow you impress me. I expected you to lie. Did he say what I did?" Charlie's mind presented him a vivid film clip of a swinging axe, shining in the moonlight. "Er forgery?" Della giggled and said no, nothing so creative. "I decided to total my boyfriend's new Corvette coupe for dumping me but thought if I were caught I could do big time for that. So I made do by slashing the tires. Unfortunately he saw me running away and driving off hurriedly. I'm not a very good criminal." "Jesus. If I were the judge unless you offered me sex I'd have given you time for doing that. A guy's best friend after his penis is his vehicle." She giggled and then turned serious. "You can turn back if you don't wish to associate with a wicked woman like me." "No it's fine. You probably had just cause. Er in your mind." Della straightened her top, Charlie taking care to keep the car on the road. "I won't automatically have sex with you just because I'm wicked." "Why would I think otherwise?" Charlie noticed her breathing rate increase. Did that mean he was as good as in? They chatted easily and when they stopped for coffee she said, "We have discussed my family but not yours?" "Yes but I raised it asking how they had handled your situation?" "That's true. Please don't think I was attempting to pry." Charlie decided to tell her he had no family. Della listened to his grim account, sniffed and blew her nose. "I'm ever so sorry Charlie." "It's fine. I'm virtually over it but believe I always will feel the gap that has been left in my life." "I feel like kissing you." "Go on." He slowed the vehicle and she leant over and kissed him very sweetly and he got an arm round her and cupped the far breast. She leaned back a little, still in his grip and said, "It's been so long since I've been in the arms of a good man." Charlie just smiled, having the sense not to make a quip. This woman was emotionally strung out. Half an hour later Della said, sounding nervous, "Take the next turn left. The road is unsealed." "Your voice sounded a little shaky. Are things not going well with your family?" "Mom and my sister are okay but Jack my brother is abusive and dad is still not happy with me." It was late morning Saturday so the men were lazing around the house. The two women joined them on to the porch at the sound of an approaching vehicle. A big yellow dog came bounding up to Charlie and Della yelled "Down Bruno" but Bruno ignored the call and bared his teeth. Charlie halted and snarled, "Fuck off Bruno." The dog veered and went up to Della to be greeted. "You are good with dogs," she giggled, looking across the hood of the car. A burly guy dressed in torn jeans and a sweaty shirt stepped off the porch and approached Charlie belligerently. "I ought to whack you talking to my dog like that." "Then why don't you try?" The guy watched Charlie brace lightly as if adopting a defensive stance and apparently that told him something. He stopped and thrusting his hands in behind his belt, "Hi I'm Jack. Where did my sister pick you up?" "I'm staying at the motel. Your aunt arranged the introduction but it appears your sister is more interest in my vehicle." "It's a sixty-niner isn't it?" called Mr Bolt. "Correct sir. Howdy, I'm Charlie Landers from Colorado." "You're a long ways from home son. About a thousand miles I should think." "Correct sir." "Call me Arnold and this is Hilda and then our youngest Lydia." "Hi everyone. Della said she was going to visit her folk on a ranch so I suggested I came with her to see something of the county. I've never been this far east before." "You're welcome son." "What about Della?" "She can come in." "Sir might I suggest a proper welcome for Della. She told me about the incident and on the scale of indictable offences what she did is way down near the bottom." "Her foolishness cost me five grand. It was forced to pay off that weasel to avoid him reporting Della to the cops." "Well if you accept your daughter back as family I'll give you that five grand." The family including Della gawked. She then blurted, "Are you crazy? You barely know me." "Well I'm a former military investigator and don't like seeing injustices being done. Even worse, I don't want you being without family although your Aunt Cheryl obviously loves you. I'm not letting you being deprived of family." "Oh god," said Della and burst into tears. Sobbing she said, "Charlie lost his entire family, his parents and his younger sister. They were wiped out in a road crash two years ago." "Jesus Charlie, I'm sorry about that," Arnold said. Charlie stood still, not replying. Jack came up beside Charlie. "Dad I guess this guy knows how a family and especially the father should act. No way are you a bad guy dad; you just possess a foolish stubborn streak." "Watch your mouth son," growled Arnold, who hitched up his trousers and stepped down and hugged Della and said in a gravelly voice, "Welcome home sweetheart. I think I accept you really did good to that swine. My father would have given him both barrels up the ass." The other two women were hugging Della, all three crying. In his wisdom as a man of the land Arnold looked up at the sky and said, "Do you guys think it will rain?" Jack and Charlie looked skywards, pleased to have a diversion. Over coffee, with Della and her mom into an embrace again, Arnold said, "Our city is short of good businessmen that ranchers can trust. Know anything about ranching?" "I was born on one and didn't leave it until I went to college. While I was at college my parents sold up and dad purchased a feed and grain business and I worked for him during college breaks." "Well if you intend setting up here in business I'll introduce you to ranchers, plenty of them." Charlie said, "Thank you sir." After a leisurely lunch Charlie drove Della back to the city. The family appeared to have accepted him. Hilda and Lydia kissed him goodbye and the men slapped his back and shook his hand. "You must come again Charlie, many times," cried Hilda. "You are such good company, never short of a joke or a quip and say nothing offensive. And you darling we want you back here as soon as you are ready to return." Arnold grinned and said. "For a city slicker Charlie you seem a really good guy. Take care of my daughter; she's only on loan." "Dad!" "What Della?" "Oh nothing." She engaged in another round of kissing, so obviously pleased to be back in the fold. Jack called, "Drive slowly to the highway pal; the stones chew through paintwork." "Will do," Charlie waved to his new friend. As they drove off Charlie said, "I think your family is fine; they are good people." "My whole family has taken to you," Della said, smiling at Charlie fondly. "This is so unusual for them to react like that to a stranger. And you turned them around wonderfully for me. It was so touch and go for half a minute until dad hitched up his pants and stepped towards me. I will be very happy if you wish to have sex with me tonight." Charlie drummed his fingers on the wheel. "I have to tell you something." "Oh Charlie, you told me you weren't married." "And that remains the truth. No what I want to say is my offer was not as sensational as you probably thought. It was a gamble. I thought you father was not the type of guy to accept money like that and the offer would rile him, making him think I was ridiculing him in front of the family." "So you had no intention of handing over $5000?" "My thinking was I wouldn't necessarily have to hand it over if your father accepted the offer. I would have been left with two choices, one of which was leaving town with my bank roll intact." "But your ploy worked and you achieved the end result you were after?" "Correct but you must be very disappointed I was not your White Knight after all?" They reached the highway in silence and as Charlie turned to head back to the city Della said, "That was a brave gamble." "Brave?" "You were brave enough to rely on your instinct like Aunt Cheryl. And I can respect you for that and what you have done for me, including motivating me, makes me feel very grateful." "Thanks." Della sighed. "Perhaps I am disappointed you are no White Knight. But at the same time had dad accepted your offer I know I would have been angry with you for being so reckless with your money. Oh and I see no reason for withdrawing my offer of sex in appreciation for what you managed to achieve for me." Charlie took a minute to reply, not wishing to rush it. "The offer of sex is a wonderful offer. But if we do it I would prefer it happens at a time when we are charged up and snorting for it." "Snorting for it?" she giggled. "Show me something. Pull out a breast." "Okay," she said, beginning to work it free. I don't mind you calling them tits." "Thanks." She hauled it free. "Oh my, what a big nipple." "Is your erection bigger than my nipple?" The car served. "Ooops. You best put it way lovely lady and thanks." "My pleasure. I enjoyed that and have more to show you." As they neared the city Della said, "What are your plans?" Looking for Compatibility "I'd like to take you to dinner tonight and would you show me some of the places of interest in this city tomorrow. Then on Monday I'll scout around to see whether I should stay here and work in a business, or invest in one or buy one outright." "Oh dad would be pleased if the activity is connected to ranching. He was hoping to help you get rancher clients." "Sweetie ranching has become so complicated it's a business itself." "Oh I'd not thought of ranching that way." "You are not alone. Few people do. Is you father entirely into cattle?" "Yes apart from sixteen brood mares and two stallions to rear foals to yearlings as a sideline." "And does he make hay and harvest grain and sell off surpluses?" "Yes he does." Charlie said that meant Arnold operated a complex farming business that would often involve tax, contractual, employment and insurance issues invoking legal complexities. What do you do?" "I'm a soccer coach and assist with fitness training at our largest high school." "A noble career but if I set up an office, even joining a law firm as a business adviser, would you consider working for me. You might enjoy trying something different." "What would I do working for you?" "You'd sprawl over my desk and pull up your skirt." Della shrieked with laughter and called him funny. Charlie spent two days looking around for business possibilities and finally decided to focus on the agency for Chevrolet, Nissan, Acure and Mazda vehicles. The business was co-owned and run by a guy and his two daughters, one twenty-six and the other three years older. He found the girl's had jointly inherited their late mother's share of the business. The guy's name was Mick Walsh who was in his early fifties. "Hi Mr Walsh," he said walking into the company president's office. "Good morning young man. I don't recognize you as a client and my appointment book is empty for this hour so you can have an appointment. See Wendy at reception." Charlie glanced at the wall. The guy in the photo was Mick in his late twenties standing proudly beside his car. "Ah you owned one of the originals." Mick looked suspicious and asked original what? "You know what I mean, first year of production. I don't see it around here so guess as a younger guy you totaled it." "I wouldn't commit a crime like that. With one daughter and another on the way I had to sell it to secure money for a deposit on a house. How come you are so knowledgeable?" "Look across the street." Mick turned swiveled his chair and said, "Jesus, a Sixty-niner. Please sit." He yelled, "Wendy two coffees." They yarned and then Mick pushed his empty coffee cup aside and said, "Well that takes care of the jawing, so what do you want?" "Let may lay out the cards: a sales manager's job with a loose agreement to buy out one or both of your daughter's holding in this company at fair valuation provided you are impressed with my performance and I feel I can trust you and find you can treat me as an equal." "You don't say." "I've sold Chevy commercial for eight years in Colorado. I'd like to do it here till I join you in senior management." "You don't say." "If you are interested I'll bring in my sales record, references and a list of my trophy wins tomorrow. I inherited my maternal grandmother's virtually debt-free ranch after she died after my mother and I sold that before coming here and so I'm all cashed up. I suggest you ask me anything you like about Chevy from models, engine options and performance, tweaking tips, resale values and financing. I have most of it in my head." "Young man, you interest me," Mick said, pulling on his jacket. "Let's go and have a couple of beers and early lunch and yarn about you, your knowledge and your aspirations." Charlie arrived back at the motel. Della ran out of the office to greet him. He grabbed and kissed her before she had time to back off. "Jesus," she said, red-faced and breathing heavily. "You don't waste time. If you hadn't been so good at sex I would have slapped you." He just smiled. "Well, may I have a reply to what I just said?" "Those two little things we have in the last two nights were just pot warmers. Wait till I get your on to a bed and I'll really drill you. Cars cramp your style in having sex." "Aunt Cheryl has agreed I can stay with you. We have shifted you into Unit 14 that is the premium suite because the arrangement means I'm vacating my room. There will be no increase in room charge. In fact it decreases because she's put you on the monthly rate to encourage you to remain here and be lovely to me. My aunt appreciates young women need affection." "Jesus," Charlie grinned. "You two don't waste time." She said in alarm, "I can reverse everything." "No way, I can't wait to bite into those tits." "Charlie," Della said nervous rebuke. He laughed and slowly she smiled and they momentarily continued staring at each other. She colored when he finally said he really liked her and she took him by the hand and led him to Unit 14. Being a little larger with a dining alcove, a bath and a larger main bedroom with large built in wardrobes, the unit was very much more livable for longer-term residency. Charlie thought why not continue living there because it was less than two miles from the vehicle dealership and Della appeared happy here because she related so well to her aunt. Della said shyly, "Do I remove my own clothes?" "It's not yet 4:00." "I can't wait." That really got Charlie's motor going. He'd picked her to be one of those 'Let's wait until after dinner types, at least when doing it with him for the first time in a bedroom." "Unzip me and pull it out," he invited and regretted that when she looked so taken aback. "Just joking," he lied and smiling took her in his arms and kissed her, stroking her gently, thinking the youngster might be sexually experienced but she didn't wish to be regarded as a slut. He guessed she was about twenty-six. He was thirty-eight. They hadn't discussed ages. He was aching to get at her young, firm body and what guy wouldn't? She was a good-looker with gentle curves all in the right places and very long legs. Now his cock ached. Charlie was applying more pressure in the kissing and had changing to stroking her back and she was now pressing into him and he could feel his erection against her leg. Brilliant, this was going so well but would Aunt Cheryl come knocking to ensure they were behaving themselves? Della's mouth opened and his tongue flopped into her mouth hungrily and their tongues touched and he felt the surge of sexual electricity flow between them. He was wondering about undressing her when he felt her lift her arms. As she pulled off her top he sunk his head while grabbed a tit. Pulling it out of the bra he pushed it up into a bigger mound and bit it... er very gently. She giggled and said very distinctly, "Come on, fuck me" and suddenly it was all on. If Aunt Cheryl knocked they didn't hear her. There were only a dress, panties and bra to remove and she kicked off her scuffs. She fumbled with his belt in shaking hands while Charlie practically tore off his shirt. He took over to slip his pants and briefs to his ankles and didn't bother removing them because it meant delaying to remove his shoes. He lifted Della on to the sofa, eyeing her boobs appreciatively, and sunk his mouth into her trimmed blonde pussy and groaned as he savored the smells and taste of a woman ready for sex. Della spread her pussy lips for him and as his tongue sank into her she grabbed his hair above both ears and she groaned. Before inserting a finger or two, he wet his smallest finger from the base of her cunt and slid that down and around and touched her butt hole, almost holding his breath while he thought would she yell no or simply pretend it wasn't happening. To his astonishment she rolled her butt up slightly to give him easier access. Fuck, just how experienced was this kid? He then thought at twenty-six she really was long past being a kid. He withdrew that hand and felt her butt sink back on to the sofa. A little later Charlie felt one of her hands reach towards her clit. He was sucking up juices while tonguing just below the clit while two fingers dug deeply and had her squirming. "Charlie, I'll be into my first release in moments," she said huskily. "I'd like you to be into me when that occurs. I'm protected." For Charlie there was no finer moment when having sex to hear a woman talk like that. He sighed happily as his fat dick slid up her channel and with delight he heard Della groan and felt her body buckle as she collapsed into a release. Her first one eh? Well those were her words. Prepare for your second release baby, Charlie thought, as he worked into his pumping rhythm to thrill his own dick as well as it tickled her internal sensory spots. Della and Charlie were nude at the table having the wine that Della had thoughtfully purchased when stocking up for breakfast and her phone went. "It's Aunt Cheryl," said Della switching her phone to hold. Blushing she said, "She's inviting us to dinner but says it's okay if we'd rather fuck the night away." "I'd love dinner," Charlie said, his instinct moving faster than his brain. Della told her aunt they'd love to accept the invitation. Charlie asked, "Did your aunt really make that comment about fucking the night away?" "No I made it up. You looked rather jaded being an older man. I was just attempting to perk you up." "Bitch," Charlie grinned, rubbing up to full erection and making sure the young bitch could see what he was doing. Della laughed and licked over her top lip as she reached for a breast. Charlie bunched Della up on the bed and gave it to her doggy at full power. He later had to wake her to shower before leaving for dinner downstairs. "Christ, what hit me?" she groaned, reaching up with her arms and asking to be carried to the shower. Charlie had the distinct feeling this truly was a new beginning, well worth the upset of leaving Colorado to put the deaths of his immediate family members truly behind him. CHAPTER 2 Della was fully recovered by the time she was being kissed by a very happy Aunt Cheryl who also hugged and kissed Charlie as if he were family. Stan looked Charlie over and then said hi and they shook hands. "I suppose it's a wine for you too, coming from the jet-set habitat of Colorado?" "I grew up on a ranch from which we scratched a living. You're holding a beer. Are you stashing them away for yourself or can I have one?" "A beer's coming up buddy," Stan said and his wife flashed a pleased smile at Charlie. "So what work will keep you here Charlie?" Cheryl asked. "Perhaps we can help you find something." "I have something pretty solid lined-up already, " he said and as expected Della snorted, "You didn't tell me that." "You didn't ask and besides I'm saying nothing till I get a phone call. They'd just started on banana custard dessert when Charlie took that call and didn't leave the table. Mainly listening to the caller he said, "Right" and 'Good work" and I'll be in early tomorrow Mick'. He pocketed his phone smiling and Cheryl was on to him in a flash. "That will be Mick Walsh. You are going to work at Fleetline Midwest Autos." "Gee Cheryl, no flies on you." "Well I could hear his voice. Mick always talks loud and gruffly. He sponsors our ten pin team that includes his two daughters." "Ah the daughters. I didn't meet them." Cheryl sniffed and said to Della to put her hands over her ears. "They are fat and lazy and live together and sleep together if you know what I mean." Charlie winked at Cheryl and she colored. "Bess is in charge of administration and carries the title of company secretary and Pauline has the title of director of sales for automobiles. Roger Dunlop is director of sales of the commercial division." "Della I was going to tell you first..." "That's fine and I do believe you. But tell us all now."" "That call was to confirm Mr Dunlop has agreed to retire almost a year earlier that planned, accepting the carrot of twenty grand, of which half of that comes out of my salary over the next year. I am his replacement and will work with him from tomorrow for the next fortnight while he shows me the ropes." Charlie told his surprised audience that he'd been selling Chevy commercial for eight years in Colorado. In his new job he'd be in charge of sales and servicing of pickups, express cargo carriers and passenger vans, and the larger Traverse and the Kodiak models. Stan said, "I know Mick rather well as we belong to the same Rotary Club. I'm surprised that as an outsider you got a foot in the door." "Well I walked in and before he could throw me out I noticed an old photo of him with a Camaro. I pointed to me across the street and I was invited to stay for coffee. I left him thinking about me for an hour and then returned with my work record and pictures of sales trophies I'd won, handed him references and gave him contact details of the dealership I worked for. We then worked out how I could fit in to his workforce and you know how we achieved that." "Will you have a job for me?" Della asked. "Yeah once I manage to shift the manager's PA. Mick says Daphne Rivers is a pain with a sharp tongue and is becoming forgetful with age and has began refusing to do some duties but no way will he fire her and risk becoming involved in a wrongful dismissal claim. He said it would be over to me to apply reasonable pressure to covertly encourage her to resign." "But darling you love coaching soccer and other things you do at the high school." Della replied to her mother she had no qualifications to coach and was employed because she was cheaper than a professional coach. If I work for Charlie it will be Monday to Friday and I can return to playing weekend soccer. This rearrangement will really suit me. I know cars and I interface well with people and have had office experience. Besides Charlie says he can have me over his desk... omigod, what am I saying?" "Rather too much I should think," her aunt said primly, but her eyes were shining. * * * Charlie's brief introduction to the daughters in Mick's office next morning was greeted civilly but he thought only just. Their smiles were paper-thin. "I suppose it was a bit of a shock finding your father had hired me?" he smiled. The silence was frozen. Mick looked out of his office window, lips pursed into silent whistling. "It was one of those decisions that occurs here, fortunately infrequently, without consultation," said Bess, company secretary, with an expression that could have passed just as easily as a scowl or an attempted smile. Her sister Pauline came right out with it. "Why are you here?" Charlie had prepared the answer, expecting that question. "To boost sales through the commercial division with a spin-off being earning myself a living in reward for my endeavors." "My word for that is bullshit," Pauline challenged. "Well if sales figures for commercial lift and over time sales of cars, SUVs and crossovers don't match that performance questions could be asked about your leadership." "How dare you." "It's simply an observation Pauline, I'll simply be a non-executive director when I takeover from Mr Dunlop. I must go. I'll see you around. Call me when you are ready to sign me on Bess." "Come with me; we may as well do that now. In fact it's a requirement." Charlie found Roger Dunlop to be affable and was quickly told to call him Roger. "I gather you have been over to meet the girls?" "Yes and compared with your greeting their welcome had ice in it." Roger laughed and said they were mad at their father making the decisions without involving him. "You'll find Mick runs this place a little dictatorially. I suggest you watch that Pauline. She can be a real bitch." "Warning taken." "I'm pleased you have arrived like this. I worried about how I would be replaced with Pauline probably pitching to take over the entire sales operation and that would have been a disaster. I feel ready to go." "One thing that strikes me Roger is why are pickups in commercial, not that I disagree with it because the majority sales are related to commercial activity." "I worked here as assistant sales manager and Mick's late wife Glenda was my niece. It was her idea to make me responsible for commercial sales to get me away from Pauline. Because our commercial sales were pretty thin to support a sales manager Glenda got Mick to agree to add pickups to the lineup. God you should have been here to see the daughters raving on like spoilt kids. You find that neither girl does fuck all round here. I better take you to meet your personal assistant and be prepared for a really icy reception." Charlie said hi and asked Daphne Rivers what she did around the office and she said whatever she chose to do. He grinned and said that was helpful but it would be more helpful if she described her duties for him. "I have just explained and that ought to be sufficient for anyone but the village moron." "Well Mrs Rivers I shall leave you for an hour to write out your job prescription and then I shall consider any modifications I require and then we'll both have a clear understanding what you do round here. Thank you for being so cooperative." "Roger I'm resigning. I'll go the day you go." "Take your time to reconsider Daphne..." "I'm off to see Mr Walsh now. I can't stand this new guy." Charlie went home very happy that evening and arrived not long after Della who'd gone to her first early evening soccer practice with her old club and was very happy about that. She had just finished putting on a chicken casserole and Charlie was going beyond a 'glad to see you again' kiss. "Let me shower... I came straight home off the field." "What's wrong with the smell of stale sweat when you're aroused?" She pulled back into him and they ground their mouths together and Charlie reached in under her top and sports bra and began mashing a breast until Della, groaning, pulled him to the floor and urged, "Lick me Charlie, lick me real good." It wasn't a moment to worry about correct grammar. Well 'the new beginning' didn't occur without waves and Charlie acknowledged he was to blame for that. He'd expected Della's father to live up to his offer that he'd encourage his cronies to support Charlie in business but when Charlie visited Arnold to remind him of that offer Arnold spat, "No way will I recommend Chevy... we out here are Ford men." Charlie described that outcome to Della and she just laughed and said, "That's so typically dad." "Will you work on him to change his mind?" "No way, he's given you his decision." At that Charlie went off the Bolt family, just a little. Charlie often caught Cheryl looking at him in a funny way and she'd blush and look away. On Saturday Della was away playing soccer and Stan was away fishing. Cheryl never liked being alone and invited Charlie, who didn't work weekends, to lunch. He walked around the counter into her and Stan's living quarters, knocked at the door and walked in on Cheryl who had her dress hitched up and was holding it awkwardly under one arm while she was adjusting the clips on the far leg holding up her stocking "Want a hand?" She was startled but stared at him and said hi, and finished what she was doing. "You have nice legs." "Are you coming on to me?" Without thought Charlie behaved recklessly and said, "Would you welcome that?" "I might. Get yourself a beer and a wine for me." Charlie gave her ass a swat as he went by and she laughed. Cheryl made no move to get lunch so Charlie refilled her wine glass and got another beer. As he returned Cheryl patted the sofa behind her and said, "Don't it over there like a stranger." Looking for Compatibility Charlie wondered if she'd staged that stocking adjustment thing. She must have heard him arriving. He felt his cock stir. "So you like my legs?" "Yes you have retained good shape," "We had a baby but he died at eighteen months with influenza. We never tried again. Having kids knocks women's bodies around and they never return fully to normal shape. Do you like my breasts?" "Dunno, I've never seen them." Cheryl put down her glass and pulled off her top. "Help yourself." It was the moment to back off, to say no way. But Charlie decided otherwise. He put down his beer bottle and lifted Cheryl forward and undid her bra and released her tits. They were small, firm and beautifully shaped. She pulled his head down on to them. Charlie thought just a bit of tit play but no fuck. Think about Della. That was well intentioned but when Cheryl wriggled out of her panties he weakened and when she was panting she said, "Butt fuck me. Stan stopped years ago but I caught him with Della a few weeks back and he was up her ass." Charlie shocked. Cheryl went off and returned with lube and he took it and she smiled triumphantly. During the next hour Charlie gave her ass a workout she'd never forget. That of course produced a big bust up. Bigmouth Cheryl told Della who called Charlie a dirty rotten slime ball. He went off in a huff and when he returned found Della had shifted her possessions back into her former unit. Stan came up with a couple of beers and when they were seated said Della had told him what had happened. Charlie could stay provided he kept away from Della and Cheryl. Charlie agreed but decided to move out when he found somewhere suitable to live. Ten days later he moved out. Della of course didn't arrive to become his replacement PA and the school agreed to keep her on. Mick hired a trim redhead Mrs Di Beech for Charlie's replacement PA and two days after Di started Charlie had her over his desk. She was fairly recently married so restricted him to anal. Mick knew a widow who had a self-contained living unit attached to her home. The woman in her last forties appeared very nice so Charlie rented the unit for twelve months. He intended moving on but Mick had convinced him to stay for a year and to groom Charlie's assistant manager to take over when he left. That made sense to Charlie, especially when Mick hiked his salary as an incentive. From that day his daughters Bess and Pauline became totally civil to Charlie, presumably because they no longer felt under threat of being ousted from their cozy situations. Charlie's landlady Mrs Strickland remained rather aloof but her married daughter who visited her up to three times a week was very friendly and one Saturday afternoon came over and said to Charlie she'd enjoy a glass a wine. Charlie had plenty of wine and was fucking the unattached daughter when Mrs Strickland walked in on them and hit the roof. "Calm down mom. Strip off and join us." Rachel Strickland looked at Charlie and he called, "Be my guest." Rachel laughed nervously and said she'd lock the door. Rachel favored Charlie being up her butt while she and Penny were in a sixty-nine and Penny allowed Charlie to do anything to her that he wished. It was a great arrangement and she now visited four times a week and on two of those occasions had Charlie to herself. Cheryl came round occasionally to be butt-fucked and advised Charlie Della had gone back to the guy whose tires she'd slashed. It was a funny world thought Charlie. Despite being well fucked he was not happy with his behavior, deciding he was better with just one woman. Well that time would come, Charlie thought philosophically. Just be patient and he'd start with a clean sheet when he moved on. He was thirty and it was time he settled down and married. After four months Charlie had proved himself, his sales training including introducing coaching on the skills of 'cold calling' lifting numerical sales of the commercial division by almost 30% compared with what they were when he took over and by the time he left the profitability of the division had climbed to 47% of what it had been a year earlier. Naturally Mick pleaded with him to stay and offered incentives, but to no avail. Charlie decided to move into Ohio. CHAPTER 3 Glancing through the local newspaper at a diner in the south of Ohio, Charlie found someone advertising a business opportunity. Details were few so he made the call. "Miranda Oliver of Oliver Realty speaking." "Hi, I'm Charlie Landers, late of Colorado. I'm looking for a financial investment opportunity." "I was thinking female when I wrote the advertisement." "But would give responding males equal opportunity of being considered?" "Oh yes, of course." Charlie thought he should force the pace. "We need to eat. Will you buy me lunch?" "I would prefer talking in my office." "That's fine. Some other time perhaps. Bye." "No wait, lunch would be fine Mr Landers." "I'm a stranger in town. Tell me where to meet you." "Bountiful Café on Main Street. The owner Helene is my younger sister. Say 1:15." "Fine, how will I recognize you?" "I'm blonde and today am wearing a blue dress." "And how do I tell you from other blondes wearing a blue dress?" "I have short hair and quite a large bust. Oh god what am I saying." "We all say things only half intentionally. I think the short hair will do it for me. It's unlikely other blondes in blue with short hair will dine at that café today. Bye Miranda. Nice name." "Charlie sounds nice too. Goodbye." Charlie went to the café a little early and asked the blonde who was supervising wait staff and seating people, "Hi, I'm Charlie Landers. Where will your sister sit?" He was dressed in a gray suit and had a reassuring smile. The blonde didn't hesitate. "On a day like this, outside. I have reserved Table 7 for her." "Thanks. I am to meet her." "Nice meeting you Mr Landers." "Mr Landers? How astute of you to find my table. Number 7 reservation is always for me." Charlie smiled broadly. Well she looked thirty-five or six and was very pretty and did stick out front rather well. He jumped to his feet and said, "Please call me Charlie." He pulled out a chair for Miranda and seated her. She didn't fuss and said thank you. "I was expecting an older man." "And I was expecting someone only half as pretty." She blushed. A waitress arrived with the menu and they bother ordered coffee to start with. Charlie found Miranda had worked in real estate before going off to gain a college degree then her real estate qualifications and then becoming licensed. She'd taken over her mother's business seven months ago and now wish to expand but not having proven business experience was finding it difficult to raise finance commercially. "I have retained all the experienced staff my mother had but the lenders say any loan would be made to me, not my staff. I had all but given up when mom advised me to try advertising for capital as a business investment opportunity." "I'm interested, very interested but of course would need to be informed about the credit-worthiness of your business and the security of any investment and I'd like hands on involvement in the business, as a minority partner or equal partner." Miranda eyed Charlie keenly but tried to hide her excitement. She explained if they reached investment agreement in principle Charlie could have minimal hands-on involvement in building maintenance, administrative support, collecting rents and security deposits on behalf of the commercial department broker who'd be her brother Chris. Charlie could show property but in no way could give advice on contracts or leases. In fact she would require the investor to have a salesperson's license that could be obtained by online study before sitting the exam. From there the investor could decide to continue on with far more extensive studies and become a licensed broker. "I see." "Yes Charlie, the situation is tightly controlled to ensure good performance and integrity and fidelity to clients." "Yeah I understand that. I've worked in vehicle sales for nine years." "Oh far out, then you will be aware of what licensing is all about." They ate and chatted. A couple of times Miranda caught Charlie eyeing her breasts and she colored. He just smiled quietly at her and kept on chatting. When they finished lunch she said, "Well I have a good feeling about you." "Are you married?" "No." "Going steady?" "Yes, I guess more or less. There has been no commitment. This is becoming very personal Charlie." "You were very personal with me." Miranda sighed. "I was attempting to learn about you and to assess your credibility, that's all. Are you married?" "No." "Going steady?" "No and that ends the interrogation. What now?" "You are invited to accompany me to the office and look around. We need to meet again and then you ought to meet my accountant Phil Bryce and talk about the business and indicate to him your credit worthiness and how much you are prepared to invest. The minimum required would be two hundred grand, so that's the starting point if we are to continue from here Charlie." "Two hundred is chicken shit. You best be there when I talk to your accountant. I'm a serious investor Miranda and have big money at my disposal. I inherited two ranches and sold both. Much of that money is invested but I would prefer to have hands one association with my investment. May I take you to dinner tonight?" Miranda looked uncertain. "I did indicate I was going steady." "You said more or less and without commitment." "God I wonder why I mentioned that," Miranda giggled. "Are you a naughty boy Charlie Landers as well as a potential investor?" "Yes." Miranda giggled and looked embarrassed. "Don't be embarrassed Mindy. You can feel something is there, can't you?" She shrugged helplessly, wondering how he'd guessed her dad's pet name, and said yes, she couldn't lie. Dinner would be fine. As they walked to the office she was invited to choose the restaurant and make the booking. She made the call and told Charlie the time she'd pick him up in a cab. * * * Miranda was quite bubbly as she left the restaurant, having been a little uptight earlier in the evening. Charlie had been great company. She'd found him unpretentious, not afraid to speak his mind and his sincerity appeared to shine through although her innermost caution continued to warn her to be careful. "We've had coffee," she slurred slightly. "Would you like to come to my apartment for better coffee?" "You've perhaps had a little too much to drink. Could I take a rain check on that very kind offer?" Miranda cooed yes and only when the cab had stopped to deposit Charlie outside his hotel did she realize her chance of ending the night with a great fuck was slipping through her fingers. "Oh Charlie," she began. "Hush there will be other occasions," he said kindly. "You have a working day ahead of you tomorrow. Go in peace." She waved goodbye, fighting tears. 'Go in peace'. God that must be about the ultimate tender comment a guy could ever deliver. She began crying. "Are you okay Miss," the cabbie asked. "Yes," Miranda said, straightening up and dabbing a handkerchief at her eyes. She said a little drunkenly, "I've just missed out on great sex." "I share you grief," the cabbie said sympathetically. "That happens to me most nights because I arrive home off shift far too late for opportunity." God she was lucky, Miranda consoled herself. She lunched next day with her mom. Before leaving to meet her mom she'd called Anthony. "Hi," he said, "This is a little inconvenient; I'm busy." Miranda had intended to ask him to clarify his intentions. But that rudeness made her mad. "I'm calling to say it's over between us Anthony but with you being so busy there is no need to say more. Bye Anthony." "Wait," he called in alarm but she'd cut the call and then turned off her phone. Miranda's sister asked, "Any responses to your advertisement?" "Just the one." "Well that's scarcely surprising. You gave no hint in the wording what area of investment was involved." "I believe this respondent is red hot." "Oh really?" said Helene, now all ears. Helene only heard about the business discussion and her sister's impression of the applicant. "Well that sounds very promising but get Ralph to fully assess him and to check on his background." "I think he has millions to invest." "Millions?" Helene said, clasping her chest. "Omigod." Mid-afternoon Miranda felt in great need of sex, aware millions of woman had that feeling after eating and being re-energized after the lunch break. Anthony had been more than adequate at sex but she knew instinctively this new guy would be better. It was indicated by the way he looked at her, all embracing. She patted her pussy and murmured, "Be patient darling." * * * Charlie paid one hundred and fifty bucks to register with a business consultancy and asked to be emailed a report within the next four hours on everything they could find of investor interest on Oliver Realty. He then hired a cab to take him on a tour of the city including going by some of the premium apartment blocks and he found the cabbie very informative. When Charlie returned to the hotel the email from the consultancy was waiting for him on his computer. Oliver Realty had been in the top five of real estate companies in the city for the past fifteen years. No figures were publicly available to confirm a report the consultancy had uncovered saying Oliver Realty was currently running in Number 3 position in terms of revenues. The founder's daughter had taken over the business twenty-nine weeks ago after working two years as her mom's understudy and Mrs Oliver had told the media at the time of the handover that her daughter had the determination and potential to take the company to even greater heights. The report then gave Charlie some details of the number of people currently employed, gross revenues, areas of operation, physical details of rented office space the head office and two branch offices occupied and its notified list of bad debts. Charlie noted the company was very active in leasing space to the state and federal governments. Commentary included the following: 'The company is very strong in residential and office activity but is without a special core involved in industrial or property management. It needs one of those two other activities to strengthen its business core'. Charlie muttered, "Good girl Miranda, you're on to it." After working on a list of questions he called Miranda. "Hi." "Oh hi Charlie." "When can I get my hands on your tits?" "Oh Charlie," she said weakly but he didn't hear expressed disgust. "Or alternatively when can we visit your accountant?" "Oh god, how can a girl in her right mind choose?" "You can choose both." She laughed and said she'd call her accountant for an appointment, that afternoon if possible. "And then coffee at your apartment." "Yes please," she breathed. Phil Bryce the balding accountant with a pleasant smile was straight upfront. "As you might expect Charlie I've checked up on you." "I would have advised Miranda to get another accountant if you hadn't done that." Phil and Miranda appeared quite startled at that response. "I found records of the sale of two ranches to you as sole owner totaling $9,814,026." "Correct but take off a third of that gross for taxes, repayment of debt and fees etcetera." "That still leaves a tidy sum." "Indeed and it could take up to four to five months to free all of that if that were required." "Miranda requires approximately $629,000 to lease and remodel premises adjoining her head office to house the property management division and to set everything up including a small light-maintenance unit to respond urgency to small problems. She also plans to set up and industrial division." "No sweat, I can get that sort of money within hours. Give me the details of investment opportunities." "We'd offer the current bank commercial lending rate plus 0.5%. I have also prepared a paper detailing how you could acquire a 20%, 25%, 30% or 49% share of Oliver Realty and how you would share, proportionately, in the losses or profits of the business and what you legal responsibilities and liabilities would be. I advise you to consult an attorney specializing in small business. Any involvement in management once you were licensed, if that were to occur, and remuneration would be a matter between you and my client." "I understand. Is there anything more to add?" "No that's it." "Thank you for your time Phil. Are your staying or coming with me Miranda?" She said she would leave with him. Outside, Charlie asked, "Coffee now or would you prefer going back to your office?" "Charlie, we are amid delicate a possibly far-reaching discussions. I would prefer at this moment we don't complicate it by engaging in an intimate relationship that could cloud our business brains." "Okay that actually is very sensible. May I kiss you goodbye for now?" "You may." They kissed, sweetly, and smiled and parted. Back at the hotel Charlie said to the assistant day manager who appeared interested in him. "Hi Gloria, what about a drink when you finish today?" "I'm married." "I was only suggesting a drink." "We have a rule about fraternizing with guests." "But only in public." She hesitated but only blinked twice during that time. "Yes, I can come to your room. Um my husband is away this week." "Then arrange to stay the next three nights with me. We'll be compatible if we try." The 27-year-old arrived just after 6:00. They kissed and she said she could stay only that night. "That's fine. What would you like to drink?" "Don't you want to go to bed first?" "There's no rush Gloria. We have all night. But remove you business suit. I like women in their underwear and stockings. "Ooooh." After a drink their kissed and sucked and finally Charlie gave all of his attention to her big fat pussy. "I'm quite large but I can squeeze you." Charlie didn't think any squeezing would be necessary but once he was inside it felt rather loose. He said nothing thinking she'd know what to do and was right about that. She squeezed and they went at it slowly and slowly built up speed until they were gasping and then Charlie called for her to come. "Say come for me you bitch." Charlie thought such talk was inappropriate but she insisted. He was tiring so he called out those words. "Louder you fucker." "Come for me you bitch," he yelled and she shrieked and almost threw herself from him and she then cried into what he considered was an enormous release and then he came. Gloria had dinner brought up and after coffee they fucked again and again at dawn, but neither session was as exciting as the first. Charlie knew of course she'd been lying about only one night. Next evening Charlie fucked her mouth while he sucked out her cunt and when he was about to come he yelled to her, "Come to me you bitch" and she flooded over his mouth and his come spilled out of her gasping mouth and all over her face. "God that was exciting," she said as they took a break for dinner. "That was one of the best fucks I've ever had." He assumed a sixty-nine could be called a fuck because he recalled a pal who once told him he really could only explode by fucking a women's armpit. * * * Charlie's business consultant called him and said Oliver Realty stood as a prime investment opportunity for him and the business plan for expansion into commercial and industrial sales and leasing plus property management was first-class. There was keen competition but in his view if Oliver Realty management stuck to the business plan with effective people in the team they would corner a good slice of the market.