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Mike's New Job Ch. 01

By: andy_charles



Tales From Sechs City -- welcome to Sechs City, a wealthy, middle-class costal area of Western America in the state of California. A gorgeous, quiet largely uneventful place, people move to the city to follow their dreams, to live their day-to-day lives. It's almost too perfect to be true...

*

Heidi wasn't sure whether she wanted to go all the way and call this a celebratory fuck. After all, this would be the last time that she and Mike would make love to each other until a few days time, on their wedding night. And though excitement and anticipation had been building up inside of her over the last month as she waited for her special day to arrive, she couldn't help feeling a little sorry that this would be the last time she would feel her fiancée's gorgeously large cock between her thighs.

I guess I'd better enjoy this while it lasts, she thought now as she straddled him and began to move quickly up and down, feeling his pleasure rub inside her. 

Already, after a good half-hours foreplay and mucking around, she was on the verge of cumming, but she was determined to stretch herself as long as possible before finally succumbing to the aching passions.

Not that Mike was making it any easier for her, the sly bastard. Every so often he would sit up against her breasts, meaning his cock went just a little deeper into her pussy, giving her an extra volt of pleasure. 

She growled playfully and pushed him back down onto the bed every time -- this was her turn to play. She had already planned their wedding night: the white corset and lace knickers with stockings that he would find waiting for him under her beautiful wedding dress, the bottle of expensive champagne that was chilling in her best friend Isabella's fridge across the street, the gift of being completely and utterly submissive to everything he wanted to do to he that night, an honour he rarely got save for his birthday and a couple of times in the year when she felt that he had deserved it. That would be his night to shine: tonight she wanted complete control.

It wouldn't be long now, and she knew that Mike was nearly ready, as he had finally stopped trying to make her cum as he was too near the verge himself. Instead his strong hands began to tenderly caress her petite breasts, teasing the nipples that already stood out hard as bullets. 

She took one of his hands and put his middle finger in her mouth, sucking it as if it was the cock she was currently riding like a cowgirl. He moaned softly, 'Oh, baby, you know I love it when you do that!' It was the final straw. 

Letting out a loud cry of 'Ohhhhhhhhh Miiiiiikkkkkke', Heidi finally succumbed, and wave after wave of passion took control of her body. As Mike released his own juices she bucked and shook through the powerful orgasm, finally lying on top of his chest, panting with happy exhaustion, as his beautiful cock, now finished cumming, slowly started to shrink back into its normal size and slip out from between her pussy lips.

After a moment of deep lovers kissing the two of them snuggled close together, she in his well-built arms.

'That was amazing, as always,' Heidi purred. 'Where were you when I needed fantastic sex in college?'

Mike grinned. 'I think I was giving fantastic sex to a long waiting list of hot college girls,' he teased playfully.

Heidi grabbed a silk pillow and started to hit him with it. 'You're mean', she chuckled. 

Mike laughed and batted the pillow away before grabbing her arms before she had a chance to tickle him. 'And yours,' he replied. 'And in a few days time, I'll be your husband too.'

Heidi sighed contently. 'Mr and Mrs Crane,' she repeated to herself. 'It sounds perfect.'

'Sounds even more perfect with a larger salary behind it,' said Mike, kissing her lightly on the ear.

Heidi smiled warmly at her fiancée. 'It does,' she said. 'Honey, I'm just so glad you got this promotion. You deserve it so much after all the work you've done for that company. It's taken them long enough to recognise it.'

'Thank you,' he replied. 'You know, your faith in me over the last year and a half, your support, has meant the world to me, it really has. I couldn't be marrying a better woman.'

'No,' giggled Heidi, reaching for the other pillow from behind his head, 'you couldn't!'

***

Mike had to get up early the next morning, as he was going over to his friend and best man Kevin's house to stay for a couple of nights before the wedding. He was in the kitchen dressed in his suit and eating a last piece of buttered toast when Heidi, in her black silk dressing gown, came in.

'Morning, gorgeous,' he greeted her with a crumby kiss on the lips. 'How are you this morning?'

'Sad,' she sighed. 'This idea sounded so good a few months ago when we talked bout it, but now I don't think I can let you out of here without a fight.'

Mike laughed. 'I know, honey. I'll miss you too. But just think -- the next time I see you will be with your father as you walk down the aisle. When are your folks coming again?'

'Wednesday. Izzie's coming over this morning for some last minute shopping, and then I'll have tomorrow to get the place ready for them -- plus everything else I've got to deal with, checking the cake and flowers and venue...'

Mike got up from the table, taking his dirty plate to the sink. 'I wish you would have let me help you out a little bit more with this,' he said as he passed. 'I'm worried you might have a hernia from all this stress.'

She embraced him tightly from behind as he washed up his breakfast things. 'Don't worry about me,' she said. 'You know how much I enjoy organising these things. And when my mom gets here she can take over, I promise.'

He kissed her. 'Good. Well, I'd better get going. Say hi to Isabella for me, and don't get into too much trouble. I know what you two are like when she's around.'

'Bye, honey. And have a terrific first day at work.'

He put his jacket on. 'It's not exactly my first day,' he reminded her. 'Just a different position in the company. It sure does feel like my first day again, though. I'm pretty nervous.'

'You'll be wonderful, Mike. Call me tonight, okay?'

'Sure thing, tonight. Bye!'

'Bye!'

***

When Mike arrived at Kevin's apartment, about five minutes drive away from his own home, he wasn't at all surprised to find his friend slumped in an old leather chair watching cartoons in a faded grey t-shirt and his boxer shorts.

'I love Scooby Doo' Kevin grinned as he handed Mike a cup of coffee. 'Takes me right back to my childhood.'

'What do you mean, right back?' replied Mike. He looked at his friend -- unshaven for several days, a body that clearly had not seen a shower for even longer. Yet Mike had always been amazed how his old college room mate had managed to become the college stud. In truth. Heidi was only Mike's second girlfriend, and his first truly serious one. He had lost count on the number of notches in Kevin's bedpost.

'Kev, when are you gonna get a job?' he asked him now. 'What happened with that contact I set you up with?'

Kevin shook his head. 'You remember, they said I didn't have the right qualifications or experience or some junk like that. I just reckon they were jealous about how quickly I had their receptionist fawning all over me. Man, she was hot!'

Mike tried to hide his amusement. He knew that, deep down, Kevin was as worried as he was that he hadn't had a job for three years and had to rely on an elderly aunt's will for money to get by. He looked at his watch and said, 'Shit, do you mind if I just leave my cases here and unpack tonight? I'm gonna be late for work otherwise.'

Without looking away from the TV, Kevin waved him goodbye. 'Sure, go on, good riddance, make bacon, blah blah, see you this evening.'

As the front door closed, Kevin jumped up out of the chair and, as the Mystery Machine sped off towards another adventure, he began to look through his friend's clothed to see if he had any clean underwear he could borrow. 

***

Mike reached the office block five minutes earlier than he thought he would. Feeling slightly pleased with himself, he decided to take the stairs rather than the lift to the sixteenth floor where Clarke & Bros Insurance resided. 

'Morning, Stacey,' he grinned to the pretty blonde receptionist as he entered. 'Looking lovely this morning, as always.'

But Stacey didn't look very happy to see him. 'Rufus wants to see you,' she said rather flatly. 'In his office. Now.'

Puzzled, and slightly miffed at Stacey's greeting, Mike went over to the large office of Rufus Clarke, his boss and, yesterday, his promoter. He knocked three times and after a loud harrumph, which everyone who worked at Clarke & Bros knew was Rufus speak for come in, entered. 

'Sit down, Mike,' Rufus said from behind his large mahogany desk. No 'Good morning,' no looking up from the papers he was examining. What had crawled up his butt and died last night, Mike wondered as he sat opposite his boss in a rather uncomfortable office swivel chair.

Finally, after removing his glasses, Rufus stared sternly at Mike. 'I'll come straight to the point,' he said. 'You're fired.'

Mike thought he was hearing things. Or maybe he was still dreaming, and in a moment he would wake up again in bed. 'Erm...I'm sorry, what did you just say?'

'You're fired,' Rufus repeated, annoyed at having to do so. 'I want you to collect your things and be out of here by ten. That should give you an hour -- plenty of time to pack a cardboard box.'

Mike couldn't believe what was being said. 'F-fired?' he stammered slightly. 'But why? I mean, you promoted me yesterday yourself, Rufus. Why are you doing this to me?'

'Because we've been getting complaints,' Rufus explained flatly. 'From both our female employees and our female customers, that you have been close to sexually assaulting them in both verbal and physical forms.'

Mike snorted. 'That's bullshit! Rufus, please, tell me you don't believe this crap?'

But Rufus just put his glasses back on and started to read the documents in front of him again. 'We here at Clarke & Bros do not tolerate sexism in the workplace. You knew that when you first came here. I have no choice. You have now got fifty-eight minutes to leave before I call security.'

His career crashing down around him, Mike could only gape at his former employer before getting up and walking out of the office towards his desk. He hadn't even had time to move to his new work area after yesterday. 

Who had been making up these stories? He was always courteous and polite to the women around him. What was he going to tell Heidi when he called her later? The wedding was set to be a rather expensive affair, but he had wanted her to have her dream ceremony, so he hadn't minded on the cost. With these allegations his CV was blackened for certain. What was he going to do now? 

Mike's New Job Ch. 02



Tales From Sechs City – welcome to Sechs City, a wealthy, middle-class costal area of Western America in the state of California. A gorgeous, quiet largely uneventful place, people move to the city to follow their dreams, to live their day-to-day lives. It's almost too perfect to be true...

Heidi sighed as she walked into her living room with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and a magazine in the other, still dressed in her black silk dressing gown, as she was feeling rather lazy this morning, probably due to the lack of sleep she had had. Their little bungalow was quieter than usual. Heidi was used to being alone in the house while Mike was out at work, but there was something about the fact that for the next few days he wasn't going to be coming home afterwards that made the house feel colder and emptier. 

She slumped onto her green sofa and took a sip of the deliciously bitter hot coffee before setting it aside on a coaster on the nearby coffee table. There wasn't that much space left on there, as a large pile of wedding magazines, prototype invitations and material samples were strewn messily over the majority of it. 

Taking one of the old invitation designs, Heidi flipped it over and with a nearby pen began to write out a list of all the things she knew had to be done today. The first was obvious: sort this mess out, especially before her parents arrived in a day's time. The last thing she needed was her mother finding the house in this state and trying to 'be helpful' by tidying it up. If Heidi could find time today after the last-minute shopping then she'd make a start on it sooner rather than later. Tomorrow would then be free for her to concentrate on the more important wedding arrangements.

Heidi's messy handwriting betrayed how bored she was already with writing this list. She wasn't even sure why she had started it; surely she could remember all this? Plus, when Isabella arrived in fifteen minutes or so she would have another head to store all the important info, so there was double the chance she wouldn't forget anything. 

She looked at the nearby clock now. These fifteen minutes were taking an awfully long time, as if every second had actually doubled in length. She just wanted to get the next few days over and done with, get to the altar, and remember her vows – oops, better write that one down and underscore it, she thought – before the reception at the local golf club, the photos, her father's predictably embarrassing speech, the dance to her favourite song, the chocolate and vanilla cake, the bouquet of roses...she had everything planned out exactly how she had imagined it when she was five years old and first began to play at weddings with her dollies.

And then there was the wedding night. Heidi couldn't help smiling as she thought about that, about how much fun she and Mike were going to have, before falling asleep in each others arms and waking up the next morning as Mr and Mrs Michael Crane. She'd planned the morning after, too: after all, they wouldn't have slept in the same bed for a good three nights, and would have a lot to catch up on. They would have fresh strawberries for breakfast, brought up to them by a porter, before she would start to tease her new husband by gently caressing his cock under the satin sheets; first with one finger at the base, perhaps toying with one or two pubic hairs, then adding another finger, stroking up and down very lightly.

He would start to grow quickly – after a year and a half sleeping together she knew just how to turn him on. She'd keep stroking it, but now go nearer the gradually rising end and place a third finger just lightly on the tip, very lightly, so that he wouldn't be able to tell whether she was touching him there or not.

Heidi was beginning to get horny just thinking about it. Absent-mindedly she began to gently stroke her left thigh with her fingernails. She closed her eyes and smiled wickedly as she thought of how Mike would start to plead with her, at first to stop mucking around, but then his mood would change, and instead of trying to stop her he would start to try and make her do more. But oh no – he wasn't going to be in control of her now. No, he would have had that privilege the previous night and it would be her turn to play that morning.

Reaching up with her free hand under her shoulder-length blonde hair, Heidi started to stroke her right ear, just on the lobe, a place where, when Mike nibbled on it, she almost creamed herself every time. Her left hand started to move further up her thigh now, under the hem of the silk material, her light strokes beginning to get faster.

She thought of how she would pin Mike down, how she would get up on her hands and knees and position herself just over his gorgeous body. She would start to bob slowly up and down, letting her pussy lips give his hardened cock a brief taster of the joys to come before rising back up again. She wasn't sure how long she was going to do this for, but probably until she couldn't handle it anymore, when the temptation to just bob down and continue, to let her now soaking pussy envelope his member, overwhelmed her.

Heidi began to breathe heavily, her heart beating faster. Her left hand has started to reach her inner thighs and every so often would lightly glide against a little bit of lip. Her other hand left her ear lobe and delicately started to pull the silk throe of her black dressing gown away and out of its holders. The material felt good between her index finger and thumb, and it reminded Heidi of her sheets in the bedroom, of the feel of them across her naked back as she had ridden Mike last night.

But she wouldn't stop there, she thought, as she started to tenderly stroke her small 32B breast. No, she'd sit there on top of him for a minute, perhaps even two, enjoy the feeling of him inside of her, but then get up quickly, giving herself a jolt of quick, fiery pleasure as his cock rubbed swiftly against her pussy lips. He'd moan a little, perhaps laugh, then try and get her to get back on top of him, or maybe even try and pin her down instead. But she'd be too quick for him. She'd jump up out of the king size bed, feel the cool circulated air hit her naked body, how it would tease her nipples and buttocks, how it would tingle.

Heidi's left hand began to stay more and more by her pussy, still resisting the increasing urge to enter with one, maybe two fingers. She delicately bit her lower lip to help control herself. As her other hand began to play with her right nipple, lightly pinching it, softly stroking just under it, she thought of how, with this index finger that was giving her boob so much pleasure right now, she would beckon Mike to follow her beautiful, tanned naked body into the large en suite bathroom of their hotel room.

She would turn on the shower and climb in immediately, feeling the exhilarating rush of ice cold water pour down on her before it transformed quickly into a hot, tantalising stream. With any luck, though she knew he probably would, Mike would have followed her in to the bathroom, but she wouldn't let him into the shower with her just yet. If he tried to she would just push him playfully away. She'd put on a mini-show for him, using the hotel soap to work up a lather and rub foamy bubbles all around her breasts. Maybe she would even allow a finger or two to gently play with her pussy – she knew that had the potential to make Mike even harder.

Play with it now, her mind and pussy cried together, play with it now! But she fought it with every last ounce of mental strength, moaning softly, knowing that a better reward would follow if she could just hold out that little longer. Just rubbing up and down now on the surface of the lips, while her other hand moved from breast to stomach, stomach to pelvis, she finally ticked the last box on the checklist for the morning after: she would allow in, pin him to the shower wall, then turn around and back up onto him, letting his stiff cock enter her from behind. But again she would do all the work – she would back up and down on him at her pace, not his. If he tried to take over she would simply switch the shower temperature back to cold. If the ice cold water affected his erection, well, so much the better – she could spend a whole morning playing with his cock.

That did it: this image was too much for her wandering hands to take. She let in three fingers, feeling them explore deep inside her, while the other hand searched quickly for her clit. 'Oh!' she cried out, as if she had been taken by surprise by the more than welcome visitors. 'Oh! Oh, yes! Oh!' The pleasure of both pussy and clit being worked was almost enough to make her cum immediately, but she still had a little bit of self control left. If she could just...hold...on...

The doorbell rang. Shit! Ignore it! Ignore it! You're almost there! 

The doorbell rang again – this time lots of times in quick succession. 'Fuck off', she whispered through gritted teeth, her voice breaking, 'please fuck off!'

But then there was a knock at the living room window. Though the sofa's back was to it, Heidi didn't want to risk getting caught playing with herself by a peeping tom postman. Swearing ferociously, she removed her hands, wiped the sticky juices on the invitation/list, found the throe and quickly tied her dressing gown back up. Standing up, she saw the face of Isabella, with her bright blue eyes and rather large nose, peering in.

'Hey, honey,' she called through the glass, smiling broadly.

Heidi managed to smile back at her, but it was an effort with clenched fists.

***

'I'll have another beer, please, pal.'

The barman of the rather dingy sports bar looked over to Mike, who already had two empty bottles by his elbows and was finishing off the last drops another one in his hand. 'Are you sure you want another one, pal?' he asked. 'It's only noon, and you've already had three.'

Mike wanted to protest. He wasn't a lightweight when it came to drinking, and he had had more before on many an occasion. But he just couldn't be bothered to start an argument with the owner of seemingly the only open bar in town. He raised his hand. 'Okay, okay. How much do I owe you?'

The barman put down the glass he had been cleaning and walked over. 'That'll be...er...eight dollars ninety five.'

Mike started to search for his wallet, then stopped. 'That's a bit cheap, isn't it?' he asked.

The barman smiled. 'Look: you come in here as soon as I open for the day, dressed in your suit, with your shirt un-tucked and your tie loosened. You order four beers and drink three without talking to anyone else in here. I'm thinking you've just been fired, and could use a little break, money wise.'

How is it that a barman can always figure out what's wrong with a customer? Mike smiled gratefully and removed a ten dollar bill. 'Please, keep the change,' he told the man. 'It's the least I can do, mister...'

The barman stuck out a hand. 'Andy,' he said.

'Mike Crane'.

Andy reached under the counter and revealed another bottle. 'Here you are, on the house,' he said warmly. 'But don't tell anyone else – I've got a reputation as a hard nut to keep up.'

Mike laughed. 'Thanks, but you're right. I need to get out of here and call some people. My girlfriend for one...well, my fiancée...aw, shit!' He rubbed his eyes with his hands. 'I can't believe we're getting married in a few days and I've just lost my job!'

He heard the barman walk away to serve one of the three other customers in the place – a fat sports fan, an elderly lady and a postman – before feeling a light tap on his shoulder. Looking up, he found he was staring into the kindly looking face of a young redhead. She must have been twenty-three or something. She had dark eyes and was wearing a smart grey dress suit with a tight black top underneath the jacket. Three silver butterflies were attached to a long metal necklace chain.

'Excuse me,' the girl started. Her voice was quite high and made her sound even younger than she looked. 'Mike Crane?'

Mike was a little taken aback that this beautiful young thing knew his name. He'd certainly never met her before; he'd have remembered. 'Er...yes,' he managed to say, all the time wondering, what the hell is going on?

She smiled at him, showing off a dazzling set of pearly white teeth. 'My name's Stacey, Stacey Field. I work for a company about five minutes away from here, and we'd be very interested in offering you a job.'

Mike wondered if he had fallen into a drunken stupor. Maybe he had drunk too much after all. 'A job?' he repeated. 

Stacey nodded and handed him a crisp white card with edges you could pierce your fingers with, they were that straight. 'My boss heard about your situation and was very interested in your track record, Mr Crane. We'd like to offer you a more exciting job with a lot more pay than the salary you would have got from your promotion at Clarke & Bros.'

Mike was puzzled. 'Wait, how did you know...who are you?'

She continued to smile at him. 'Have a think about it, then give my boss a ring on the number that's on the card, and we can set up a meeting as soon as possible.' She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a fifteen dollar bill. 'Andy' she called to the barman, 'his next drink is on Anglee.'

Andy stuck up a thumb. 'Cool, Stacey. Say hi to her for me.'

'Will do.' She turned back to Mike, who was still looking bemused. 'We look forward to hearing from you, Mr Crane. Have a nice day.' With that she was gone, almost as if she had never been there, save for the faint hint of expensive flowery perfume which hung in the air where she had been standing.

Mike shook himself. Today was sure becoming a weird day. He looked down at the card in his hand. Over a long phone number, in black bold font, it said, 'Narina Ltd,' and nothing else. He'd never heard of them before – they must have been new to the insurance business. Shrugging, he picked up his fourth bottle and began to sip at it. He had a lot to think about. 



Mike's New Job Ch. 03



Tales From Sechs City -- welcome to Sechs City, a wealthy, middle-class costal area of Western America in the state of California. A gorgeous, quiet largely uneventful place, people move to the city to follow their dreams, to live their day-to-day lives. It's almost too perfect to be true...

Heidi tried to show as little frustration as possible on her face as she opened the door to let her best friend of a year and a half in, but Isabella didn't seem to notice any sign of annoyance on her face as she sauntered in, dressed in a tight white strapped top and short denim skirt, her tanned legs ending with a pair of sports trainers. Under her long blonde hair, her light pink bra straps betrayed the colour of the underwear that was supporting her 38C breasts, underwear which hid itself surprisingly well under cotton of the top. 

'How's the blushing bride, then?' she asked cheerily as Heidi closed the door behind her.

'Fine,' replied Heidi, though a little testily. 'I'm fine.'

Isabella nodded and sat down on the sofa. 'Mike gone already?'

Heidi grinned widely. 'Yeah, he has; Izzie, guess what? He got promoted yesterday!'

Isabella raised an eyebrow. 'Really? Promotion, hey? Well, now I guess you can afford that royal carriage you've always had your eye on.'

Heidi tutted. 'Don't make fun. This is a big deal for him, for both of us!'

'Okay, okay,' said Isabella, raising up a hand in mock surrender. 'Seriously, I'm happy for you guys. I've never known a guy work as hard as Mike does, so I guess he deserves it. Now are you sure you're going to be okay all on your lonesome for the next couple of nights without your big strong man to come and protect you? 'Cos you know you can still totally crash at mine, or I can come here, whatever.'

Heidi shook her head. 'Nope, I'll be fine. Anyway, my Mum and Dad are coming over early, remember?'

'Okay, but I don't have to tell you, I'm just across the road.'

Isabella lived in a small house almost exactly opposite Mike and Heidi. She had been the first person to welcome to the neighbourhood when they had moved in, and the two blonde ladies had hit it off right away. Usually Isabella worked as a PA for one of the big business in the financial district of Sechs City, but she had managed to persuade him to let her take the week off to help Heidi with the wedding. Heidi was sure she knew just exactly how Isabella's boss had been 'persuaded'. Her friend was not shy about admitting all her kiss and tell stories, and freely announced her love of sex.

'Okay, blushing bride,' Isabella said now, 'What's the plan for today?'

'Well, maid of honour,' said Heidi, stretching a little. 'I've really got to get to the golf club to check on things there. Then there's the florist to ring, the cake to check, the musicians to rehearse...'

'Uh huh, yeah, blah blah blah,' interrupted Isabella, rolling her eyes. 'We can do all that, IF you let me take you shopping this afternoon!'

'Shopping?' Heidi said suspiciously. 'What for?'

Isabella smiled slyly, her blue eyes twinkling. 'It's a surprise.'

'Izzie...'

'Nope, don't start protesting. I'm allowed to spoil my friend once in a while, especially if she's getting married in three days time.'

'Okay,' sighed Heidi. 'But only after we've done all the chores I have to do. I'll go and get dressed; there's some coffee in that mug on the table if you want it, but it might be cold, I'm warning you now.'

As Heidi left the room, Isabella picked up the mug and peered into it curiously. Heidi never usually left a near-full mug of coffee un-drunk. She tasted it a little; it seemed fine. So why...?

She glanced downwards and found a screwed up invitation which, as she picked it up, felt slightly sticky. She lifted it to her face and gave it a quick sniff. Her smile widened. 

'Naughty blushing bride,' she said to herself, then laughed. 

***

Kevin, still sitting in his seat watching cartoons, was understandably surprised to see Mike back from work so early. 'Forgot your packed lunch?' he asked sarcastically. But he reacted with real anger when Mike told him of the sacking at Clarke & Bros.

'Those stupid stuck up bastards!' he raged. 'Look. I'll go right there and give them something to think about...'

Mike looked amused at his friend. 'Seriously? Kev, you couldn't give a chipmunk something to think about. No, I'm in enough trouble with them as it is. I don't want to make even more mess. But thanks.'

'But are they really serious about this whole female harassment bullshit?'

Mike shrugged and collapsed on the worn out sofa. 'Guess so, though I haven't got a clue where they would get such an idea. In the last year I've only ever worked for three, four female clients...and always, always I'm the perfect gentleman. Unless one of them got the wrong idea.'

'What, thought you wanted to play at Handsome Stud Lawyer and Lonely Rich Widow or something?'

'I wasn't gonna put it like that, but yeah.' Mike groaned and rubbed his forehead with his hands. 'What am I going to tell Heidi?'

'I don't know, bro, but you're gonna have to tell her sooner rather than later, especially if she's got this dream wedding all planned out.I don't know; maybe you oughta call it off for a while?'

'We can't cancel the wedding now! Everything's all set out just the way she wants it. It's perfect for her.'

Kevin got up out of his chair. 'Dude, you need to start pushing your weight around a bit more in your relationship. Just tell her straight that you're gonna have to start making a few small sacrifices for the big day. Do you want a beer?'

'No, thanks,' Mike replied, not wanting to admit to the fact that he had drunk four an hour ago. 

'Right, well I'm gonna get one for me, and I'm gonna be reeeeeeeal slow about it, so you've got plenty of time to call Heidi. All right?'

Mike sighed as Kevin went out of the room. His friend was right; he had to tell Heidi what had happened before the wedding became even more expensive than it already was. He knew that she would probably think of something last minute that she desperately wanted -- she always did with these big occasions, and this, well, this was probably the biggest occasion of the lot, so she was bound to think of something. 

Then there was the wedding night -- she'd said she'd planned something really special for then. Mike felt his wallet scream slightly. Kevin was right about one thing; lately it seemed Heidi was the one wearing the trousers, particularly in the bedroom department. He'd put it down to simple wedding fever, but now he wasn't so sure.

Mike put his hand in his pocket to find his cell phone, and pulled out a piece of white card along with the small blue oblong. For a moment he glanced at it, puzzled, and then remembered the pretty features of Stacey Field, her pearly white teeth, those three silver butterflies on that silver chain. Boy, had she been cute. What was it she had said? 'My boss heard about your situation and was very interested in your track record, Mr Crane. We'd like to offer you a more exciting job with a lot more pay than the salary you would have got from your promotion at Clarke & Bros.'

Mike looked at the card again. 'Narina Ltd' it said over the number. His mind started to work over time. What if, just what if, he went to see this company, had an interview with them, got a job with them? Then he could keep it until after the wedding, but Heidi wouldn't mind because he was earning more money...

He got a coin from some loose change in his other pocket and flipped it. Heads, call Heidi. Tails, call this number.

It landed tails.

Taking a deep breath, Mike dialled the number on the card and waited. The connection rang twice before there was an answer. 'Narina Ltd?' The voice was that of a high-pitched male.

'Er...hi. My name's Mike Crane, and, er, one of your employees talked to me earlier today...'

'Oh, yes, Mr Crane, how lovely to hear back from you so soon. Now we'd love to set up a meeting with you as soon as possible. Are you free at all later this afternoon?'

***

Moments later, Mike was riding in a cab to an address that was just outside the financial district. He hadn't told Kevin where he was going, in case his friend tried to talk him out of it. He'd just said he was going to go for a walk to clear his head, to which Kevin had replied with a not-listening, 'Uh huh,' as he sat watching more cartoons.

Soon the cab arrived outside a rather anonymous looking brick building with a set of glass double doors as its entrance. There were one or two windows along the walls, but apart from them there didn't seem to be much sign of this been a prosperous solicitor firm.

'Are you sure this is the right place?' Mike asked the cab driver, who scowled back at him.

'Look, buddy, I've been driving this cab for five years. I think I know where I'm going, don't you?'

'Okay, okay, sorry,' Mike replied and handed him his fair, minus the tip. After taking one more look at the outside of the building, he walked towards the entrance and through the glass doors, his nerves all over the place.

The reception room was a little way into the building, with a deep red carpet and a light paint on the walls. The desk, which had a bright bold 'Narina Ltd' on its front, was occupied currently by a middle-aged, slightly balding man wearing a phone headset and furiously typing away on a cordless keyboard. 

He looked up as Mike approached. 'Yes?' he asked in the same high voice that had answered the phone.

'Hi,' said Mike. 'I'm Mike Crane; remember me?'

The man smiled shortly. 'Yes, yes. Please take a seat, Mr Crane. Someone will be with you shortly.' And he returned to his typing.

Mike sat down on one of three blue seats that were lined up along the wall next to the reception desk. He found himself staring at a wall length portrait of a thirty-something, beautiful coloured woman dressed in a sharp, smart business suit, with curly hair tied up in a bow and dark brown eyes.

Footsteps diverted Mike's attention, and he turned to see short red hair and the warm face of Stacey Field staring back at him. 

'Mr Crane, how nice to see you again,' she dazzled him with those pearly whites. 'Please, come with me -- Anglee will see you now.'

As they passed the reception desk, the receptionist, without looking away from his computer screen, called out, 'Remember your four o' clock, Stacey.'

'I won't forget, Gerald,' she called back as she led Mike through the only door that led into a plush but dimly lit corridor with four or five doors on each side. There were no windows here, either, to look into the offices, like there had been at Clarke & Bros. Mike wondered if the place had just been renovated.

Then they took a left down another one, then a right, before turning into a shorter corridor that had only one door, right at the end. Stacey knocked on it and entered without waiting for an invitation to enter, Mike following quickly behind her.

The room they were now in was probably the most lavish looking of the lot. It was twice of the reception room in both height and width. A large bookcase rested along the wall to Mike's right, full of big grey binders of official looking documents. To his left was, to his surprise, a very swanky looking home bar with a variety of bottle lined along several shelves. At the end of the room was a large stainless steel desk, on which rested a neon black laptop, and behind this was a very large plasma television screen.

'Mike Crane, Anglee,' Stacey said, and Mike was taken by surprise by a head popping out from behind the bar. It was the face of the portrait he had been admiring almost seconds ago, and it was even prettier in the flesh.

'Ah, good. Thank you, Stacey. You may go back to work now, she said in a voice which surprised Mike even more; he had thought the woman would be American, but her accent was French.

'How do you do? I am Anglee Narina. Please, have a seat, Mike,' Anglee said, standing up fully. She was wearing almost exactly the same suit that she had done in her portrait. 'A drink, perhaps? A Budweiser?'

'No...thanks,' said Mike. 'I'll have a coffee, though.'

'I can do better than that,' smiled Anglee. 'Cappuccino?'

'Yeah, that would be great, thanks.'

'You seem impressed?'

Mike laughed as he sat himself down in a leather swivel chair next to the desk. 'Well, you've got both my favourite drinks right first time, so I'm guessing you've got some thorough information about me.'

Now Anglee laughed; it was a rather throaty sound of someone who smoked a cigarette or two once in a while. As she crossed over to her own chair behind the desk, a tall glass of gin and tonic in her hand, she said to Mike, 'We are very, very exact on whom we hire, Mike. We want to know absolutely everything about them. I've got your file right here on the desk. I was just reading it as you pulled up in your cab.'

Mike was puzzled again; the only windows in the room were high up, thin slits that showed really only blue sky. How could she have known when he was pulling up? 

Anglee placed her drink down on a metal coaster and pressed a button on a hidden intercom. 'Gerald, can we get a cappuccino for Mr Crane?'

'Yes, miss,' came the rather short reply.

'You mustn't mind Gerald,' Anglee explained. 'His boyfriend left him for an underwear model a fortnight ago; he hasn't been quite the same snce. Now, let's take another look at this file, shall we? '"Mike Crane, twenty-eight years old, employee at Clarke & Bros for three years after graduating law school with honours, engaged to Heidi Melroy, getting married in three days", I see, so you'll want some time off for that, of course, unless your bride-to-be doesn't mind you working in the morning?' She laughed again. 'I'm joking, of course. We'll let you have as much time as you need for wedding, honeymoon, etc.

'Now then, on to the grittier stuff. "Fired this morning from Clarke & Bros for accusations of sexual harassment towards female clients"?'

Mike cleared his throat. 'Look, that's all a lot of nonsense. I've got no idea where those accusations came from.'

Anglee nodded. 'Relax, Mike. This is just between you and me. I don't care whether they're true or not. Can I ask, though, have you told your girlfriend of these rather unfortunate developments?'

Mike studied her closely. She seemed sincere enough. 'No,' he answered finally. 'To be honest, I'm not quite sure how to. It's not exactly the nicest thing to tell your fiancée days before you marry her.'

'I understand,' said Anglee. 'Well, as it's only fair, do you have any questions for me?'

'Your accent is quite something...'

Anglee smiled. 'From my mother. My father was an American painter who met my mother in art college in Paris. They split up when I was five, and I've spent most of my life travelling from one country to the other. My father died a year ago and left me a lot of money in his will -- more money than any of us ever dreamt he had, for he wasn't very successful as a painter -- and so I was able to set up this business. My dream business. Which, I am very happy to say, you are now a part of.'

As she said this, for a second Mike thought he could feel her eyes scouring him up and down, as if she was examining him, but he brushed this aside in his utter relief. 

'Well, thanks, thank you so much! You won't regret this, seriously, you won't.' He shook her outstretched hand, felt the soft skin that fooled him into the unexpected strength of her handshake. 'So,' he said, sitting back down in his chair, 'what kind of solicitors are we? What do we specialise in?'

Anglee looked at him quizzically, 'Oh, we're not solicitors, Mike.'

'Oh. Well, do we work with insurance claims? Small business? Large businesses?'

She smiled at him, and for the first time he noticed that there was more of a smirk in that smile then he had first registered. 'We deal with everybody who wants our services, Mike. You see, Narina Ltd aims for one thing: to help its client's dreams come true. Look, let me show you; you'll understand better.'

She picked up a thin remote control from the desk and pressed one of the buttons, pointing it at the large plasma screen. Immediately it lit up. At first Mike wasn't sure what he was seeing, but seconds later he got a shock when he realised what it was. 

He was looking at a large double bed, on top of which were two bodies, male and female. The male was naked, face down on top of the female, kissing all over her body. She was in a black bra, with a frilled garter covering her womanhood. Around her neck was a silver chain, on which hung three silver butterflies.

Mike's heart almost stopped. 

'Let's get a bit closer,' replied Anglee. She pressed another button and the camera zoomed in almost perfectly until the two bodies filled the screen. Anglee pressed another button, at which point Stacey Field looked straight into the camera and smiled wickedly.

'Stacey loves it when she knows I'm watching,' Anglee explained, half to herself. 'A little green light has just come on to let her know she's on high definition. She'll enjoy herself more now; lets have a listen.' 

She pressed yet another button, and almost immediately the room was filled with the pitch-perfect surround sound of sex. Stacey did seem to be enjoying it more, especially as her "friend", who was pretty well endowed unless the camera was lying, was currently eating her out. 

'Oh, yes,' she breathed. 'Oh! Oh, right there, baby! Right there! Oh! Yes!'

Mike was frozen to his seat. He couldn't move, couldn't even think. What the hell was going on here? He felt a slight bulging down below and was horrified to find he was been turned on by this. 

Anglee seemed to have noticed too; that smirk of a smile was back on her face as she glanced from him to the television screen. Occasionally she would lightly brush a stray hair away from her eyes. It was clear to Mike that she too was becoming very aroused by this scene.

Stacey's moans were becoming louder and louder, until her "friend" had had enough of tasting her and wanted to feel her. He roughly flipped her over onto her front and heatedly tore the garter off of her, revealing her pert bottom. 

Taking her legs, Stacey's "friend" allowed himself to enter her, a fact that was certified by the sudden combination of both looks and sounds of pleasure coming from Stacey.

The male was obviously more desperate for it then he had first appeared. His movements were quick, pounding, as if he were hammering a nail into Stacey. She didn't seem to mind his eagerness; in fact her moans swiftly turned into screams and wide grins of ecstasy.

'Well, I think we've seen enough,' Anglee said suddenly, and switched the television off. The sound took a fraction longer to go away, so as the screen went blank the room was filled with an 'Ohhhhh Fuuuuuuuckkk!' from Stacey.

Mike swallowed, and then common sense hit him in the face like a wet towel. He sprang up out of his seat. 'What the hell is all this?' he demanded furiously. 'I thought you were a solicitor business, or a law firm. Not some kind of whore house!'

'Nobody said anything about solicitors, Mike,' said Anglee calmly.

'Then why the fuck did you offer me a job?' he cried exasperated.

'I haven't offered you a job, Mike. I've given you a job. From this moment on, you work for me. Your paycheques will come stamped with Narina Ltd and signed with my own pen. Your hours are whenever you are needed. Your duties will be incredibly varied and, perhaps to begin with, a little sparse. But when news starts to spread, then people will be coming from miles around to my business to have you "work" for them.'

Mike slumped back into the chair, shaking his head. 'I won't do it,' he muttered. 'It's ridiculous...'

Anglee stepped across and leaned forward, her hands on either side of the chairs rests, her beautiful features up close to Mike's sweating face, her gorgeous brown eyes boring into his startled own. Her breath smelled of peppermint.




Mike's New Job Ch. 03



'If you don't do as I tell you, Mike Crane,' she said softly, almost as a whisper, 'then your precious little fiancée will be receiving a wonderful wedding present; namely, every one of the clients you've sexually harassed will be in attendance. Won't that be fun, to have them jump up when the vicar says "Are there any objections?" Think about it, Mike. You can earn more money in a week here then you earned at Clarke & Bros in a year! All you have to do is be a good boy and give the clients what they want.'

Mike was exhausted. For some reason he felt slightly sluggish, like his brain wasn't working as properly as it usually did. Inexplicably, amazingly, he heard himself croak, 'Okay.'

Anglee stood up, that smirk of a grin back on her features, an almost hungry look in her eyes as she gazed at her newest employee. 

'I'm going to have fun with you, Mike Crane,' she said quietly. 'I can tell.'



Mike's New Job Ch. 04



Tales From Sechs City -- welcome to Sechs City, a wealthy, middle-class costal area of Western America in the state of California. A gorgeous, quiet largely uneventful place, people move to the city to follow their dreams, to live their day-to-day lives. It's almost too perfect to be true...

The afternoon was dragging on, and they had been in the shopping mall for nearly two hours now. Although Heidi had managed to complete each one of her necessary chores earlier that morning, she knew that there was still plenty of work that could be done at home, rather than wasting her time here at the mall. Sure, it had been fun spending the time with Isabella, but all they had seemed to do was shop for clothes and shoes, which really they didn't even need. Still, thought Heidi, at least Mike's going to be bringing home a lot more money; that should just about cover all of this.

But now she was becoming more and more frustrated. For the last ten minutes they seemed to have been just walking around in circles, not even stopping windows to look at things, let alone go into the shops. 

Isabella was often three or four steps in front, and it was an effort to keep up with her with all the heavy bags Heidi was carrying. She was actually surprised at the seemingly limitless energy of her friend, who was carrying double the number of bags Heidi had. 

Finally, as a large crowd of teenagers blocked their path briefly, Heidi was able to catch up with her. 'Izzie, are we nearly done here?' she asked. 'I really need to get home.'

'Nearly, hun,' replied Isabella. 'Just one more thing to do and this one's the most important one of the lot.'

'And I don't suppose you're going to tell me what this thing is, are you?'

'You'll see.'

But Heidi's patience was spent. 'No, Izzie! I'm sorry, but my feet are tired, my arms ache, and I just want to go home and collapse into a nice hot bubble bath, okay?'

Isabella looked at her friend. 'Okay, okay,'' she assured her. 'We'll be reeeeeeeeeally quick -- I promise. Boy, if this is what you're like in a crowded building I hate to think what you'll be like on Wednesday.'

'Thursday, Izzie,' Heidi corrected her. 'My wedding is on Thursday. You should really know that, being the maid of honour and all.'

'I wasn't talking about Thursday,' replied Isabella quietly, but not quietly enough.

'What? Izzie, what are you on about? You haven't...Izzie, I told you, no hen nights!'

Isabella smiled a little sheepishly at Heidi as she in turn scowled back. 'What kind of friend would I be if I didn't give the blushing bride a proper hen night?'

'No, Isabella! I told you ages ago, I don't want a hen night.'

Isabella sighed as they turned yet another corner they had been around at least three times now. 'Well, it's a bit late, honey, because I've already booked half of the evening.'

'Then you can un-book it!' Heidi knew that her friend had meant well but she just couldn't control her tired anger. She wondered if it also had something to do with the fact that she would be going home to an empty house for the first time in a long while. 

But it seemed that Isabella had had enough too. 'Fine,' she said shortly, before dropping the bags and storming off into the crowd and away from Heidi.

Heidi sighed. This was not exactly good, having a major bust-up with her maid of honour days before the wedding. She had a sudden urge to get out her mobile phone and ring Mike, but almost instantly she rebuked herself; not only was it a stupid idea -- after all, what could he do? -- it was also a sign of weakness, and she wanted to seem like she was staying strong and focussed when he called her. 

Somehow Heidi managed to pick up Isabella's bags and slowly started to trudge her way through the crowd, trying to find her friend among all the anonymous faces. 

Finally she saw her, sitting on a rare seat that faced a rather ugly looking fountain. Heidi gingerly stepped forward, put all of the bags carefully down, and slowly sat next to her friend. 

'I'm sorry, Izzie,' she said softly. 'I guess I'm just more tired than I realise. And I'm not exactly looking forward to sleeping alone tonight. Or not seeing Mike for three days. The wedding is actually pretty scary too, if you think about it...'

'All right, excuses, excuses,' Isabella interrupted her dryly. 'I'm sorry too. Look, I didn't ignore you. I heard you loud and clear the first time you told me: no hen nights! But you've got to understand, I look at you, and do you know how I feel?'

'Not violent, I hope.'

'No, I feel anxious. You're about to take this huge, huge step; this is a big commitment you and Mike are about to make to each other, you know? How many boyfriends have you had, Heidi? And I mean serious ones, not those silly make-believe ones we have in kindergarten.'

Heidi didn't need long to think about it. 'Two,' she replied. 'There was Brad in high school, he lasted for about five months, then promptly dumped me for some cheerleader bimbo. And then there was Mike, and he's lasted for four years.'

Isabella nodded. 'Uh huh? And let me guess, unless Brad had a way with words, the only man who's ever got his way into your panties was Mike?' 

Heidi shifted a little uncomfortably. She wasn't sure whether it was such a good idea to start talking about her sex life in public. 'Well, yes,' she said finally. 'Mike was my first.'

'First and ONLY,' Isabella added.

'Hmm, yeah, I guess you're right. Huh, kind of romantic, isn't it?'

'Oh, yeah,' replied Isabella. 'Romantic. I certainly thought so when I married my first boyfriend.'

Heidi's jaw dropped. 'Isabella!' she breathed. 'What...how...when did...you have never, never told me this...ever!'

Isabella smiled a little sadly. 'It was quite a while ago,' she began. 'I was young and in love with this gorgeous, sweet man. His name was Sam Harris. Oh, he was very handsome. We got married, against our parent's wishes. Simple ceremony, not many guests, just a few friends. For about three months we were happy. And then one day I was working at this tiny office where I was doing some part-time secretarial work when this absolute stud walks through the door. As soon as I looked into his eyes I almost came right there.'

Heidi coughed to hide her slight embarrassment. There was a rather elderly woman sitting on one of the seats nearby, and though she was feigning sleep, Heidi was sure she could hear every word. 

'But then I realised. I was so unhappy in my marriage, I almost started crying in front of this guy. He saw me looking sad, offered to buy me a drink. Two martinis later and I'm fucking him in his Mondeo.' 

At that the old lady looked up sharply, utter disgust on her features. She got up and huffed away, muttering loudly, 'I never heard such language!'

Heidi and Isabella couldn't help it; the sight was so funny they burst out laughing. When they had calmed down, Heidi took hold of her friend's hand, motioning her to finish the story. 

'Well, I felt horrible afterwards, until I confessed all to Sam. Then he told me that he had been fucking another girl at his work. Well, that was it. We divorced amicably and I moved to Sechs City.' 

She turned so she could look Heidi in the face more. 'But do you see what our problem was, Heidi? We weren't ready for marriage. We hadn't seen enough of the world, hadn't experienced it all. I am so, so, SO much happier now that I'm free to do whatever I want. I'm not saying that that's right for everyone, and I'm really happy for you and Mike. But you've got to remember that, once you're married, you lose certain freedoms you once had. All these opportunities just go flying out of the window, never to be seen again. And if you try to get them back, well, most of the time its bye bye, marriage.' 

Heidi looked at her friend's face. They had had plenty of deep conversations, of course, but she had never seen Isabella look quite so serious about things before. She lifted her hand and brushed a couple of stray strands of blonde hair from across her friend's eyes.

'Okay,' she laughed finally, rolling her eyes. 'We can have a hen night! But not too many people, okay? I've already got at least a hundred people coming to the wedding. I can't deal with large numbers two nights in a row!'

Isabella grinned. 'I promise, and this time I mean it.'

Heidi looked at her watch. 'Right, well, we'd better get going, else we'll be stuck in here when they start to close all the shops, and then what would be the point of being in a mall?'

But Isabella shook her head. 'Uh uh. Still got one more thing to do, remember?'

'Izzie...'

'No, come on! We'll be quick, but we've got to hurry.'

She picked up a handful of shopping bags, a mixture of her own and Heidi's and quickly walked back off into the main mall area. Heidi sighed, picked up the remaining bags, and followed suit.

They walked round for a while until Isabella suddenly stopped. They were in an area of the mall that was devoted entirely to high fashion outlets. There were fewer and fewer crowds here, as all the shops were preparing to close for the evening. The shop that Isabella had stopped Heidi at was one of the larger ones, which announced its name grandly in a swirled handwritten logo: GOODINSONS.

Of course Heidi knew about Goodinsons. Few women didn't. It was one of the most expensive shops in any mall you went into. And its main trade was in lingerie. But this was no ordinary lingerie. It was some of the most exquisite, gorgeous looking lingerie you could buy. Sometimes Heidi would be lucky enough to get a Goddinsons catalogue posted through her door. She would glance over the pages and imagine what items she would buy if she had the money to go there every week. Mike would be one lucky guy.

Heidi had only every been able to buy one thing from a Goodinsons store. When she had been dating Brad she had felt that he was the one she wanted to lose her virginity too, but felt under pressure to look sexy for him. So she took all the money she had saved up from both jobs around the house and the odd paper route and walked very nervously into her local Goodinsons, where she had bought a simple but stunning red silk bra and panty set. Of course, her first time with Brad never materialised, and in her anger at being dumped she had ruthlessly destroyed the lingerie, not wanting it to be a reminder of all the "good times" they had had together. She had forever regretted doing this.

'Come on,' said Isabella now, waking Heidi from her thoughts. 'Let's take a look inside.'

'Oh, Izzie,' Heidi said, unsure. 'I'd love to, but I've already spent too much money today. I can't afford anything from here.'

Isabella shook her head. 'It's my gift to you, silly,' she replied. 'I want to buy you something sexy for your honeymoon; something that'll make Mike cum within seconds of seeing you in it.' 

She took Heidi's hand and dragged her through the large open doorway of the shop. The store was almost empty of people, save for a young bored looking girl who was lazily filing her nails behind the checkout. What it was full of was shelf after shelf after shelf of colours, fabrics and shapes. 

Heidi and Isabella spent a few minutes glancing through the racks. Heidi's head was in a spin; how could she possibly choose from all of these gorgeous designs? She was incredibly relieved when Isabella tapped her on the shoulder and held out two different hangers.

'Try these on in the changing room and see what you think,' she said. 'I don't know; maybe I'm completely wrong. You are a 32 B, aren't you?'

Heidi nodded and took the hangers from her friend. As she walked over to the velvet curtains of the changing rooms, she heard Isabella walk over to the assistant and say, 'Excuse me, where do you keep your hand-me-downs?'

Behind the safety of the thick red curtain of one of the three changing rooms, Heidi quickly stripped off her clothes until she stood naked. For a moment she just stood there, allowing the coolness of the air conditioning to sweep over her naked, slightly sweaty body. It tingled her nipples a little, and she was amused to see them stand out quickly. 

The first thing she tried on was a very posh looking bra and thong set. The bra was a gorgeous cream whilst the thong had lace on either side of it. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, and tried to gauge Mike's reaction to it. 

For some reason she just didn't feel right in it. Maybe it was something to do with what Isabella had been saying; maybe after the wedding, the white of innocence would just seem unsuitable for her underwear drawer. If that was the case then the other option she had looked a lot more promising. It was all black, a colour she knew she looked good in when it came to Mike's tastes. 

The top half was a strange combination of strapless bra and the top half of a corset, for the material of the bra fed off in thick strands into a beautiful black rose that, when she put it on, rested neatly above her stomach and belly button. The bottom half may have looked like a simple pair of black full briefs but they were tight and pressed heavily against the lips of Heidi's cunt. They helped to make her bottom look a little shapelier too, which was no bad thing in her books.

'Wow, that's really gorgeous.' Isabella was peeking into the changing room through the velvet curtain. 

Heidi smiled as she gave herself one last look over. 'Yes, I think this is definitely the pair.'

Isabella nodded, then quickly drew the curtain, stepped in, and closed the curtain up again. Heidi's eyes widened a little as she watched her friend's reflection in the mirror. Isabella was almost naked, save for an elegant pair of red lace briefs. Her long blonde hair rested over her shoulders and onto her large breasts. 

'You've got the back of it a bit tangled, honey,' Isabella said as an explanation for barging in. The back of the bra/corset top was really just three strands of tight material; the rest of Heidi's back was bare. 

As Isabella started to sort Heidi's back out, Heidi tried to stay focussed on her own reflection. Yet her eyes kept darting over to look at the reflection of her friend. It was so easy to do so in the mirror.

Heidi had seen her friend naked briefly before, in the changing rooms at the gym for example, and had seen her in underwear too. But now, for the first time Heidi took a good long look at her friend's body. She had a tattoo; two lines twisted together, some sort of Celtic symbol, on the left above her midriff. Her right nipple, which now and again showed itself as Isabella occasionally stepped back a little, was pierced, and two tiny metal studs poked out of either side of it, like a pair of ball bearings. 

Finally, Isabella finished. 'There,' she said, resting her left hand on Heidi's right arm. 'Perfection.' 

For a moment, the two friends looked at each other in the mirror. Then, slowly, very softly, Isabella's hand began to stroke up and down the bare skin of Heidi's arm. Heidi felt goose pimples spring up all over her flesh instantly; was this because of the air conditioning? No, she was feeling warmer now, it couldn't have been that.

Then Isabella stepped lightly forward, so that her large, firm breasts were pressed up against Heidi's almost bear back. The thrill of feeling Isabella's skin on her own sent a wave of numbness through Heidi's body, not least because of the sensation of feeling the metal stud in the right nipple, which acted like a manufactured ice cube on her constantly warming skin.

Isabella's hand moved now slowly from Heidi's arm to her stomach. Her nails scratched gently just under where the material of the black rose ended. Heidi felt her legs beginning to shake slightly. She gulped as quietly as she could.

Then Isabella's wandering hand, after stroking just above thee material briefly, slipped easily under the tight material of the black briefs and onto the wet lips of Heidi's cunt. Maybe it was the tiredness that had hit her earlier; maybe it was the fact that she had been unable to bring herself to orgasm earlier that day. Either way, Heidi didn't stop her. In fact she closed her eyes and breathed deep, shuddering breaths as Isabella's two middle fingers began to dip slowly into her pussy. 

'What...what if someone...finds out...catches...?' she whispered through gritted teeth.

'Shush,' replied Isabella soothingly. 'Don't worry; I've taken care of it.'

The tightness of the briefs meant it was very difficult for Isabella to move her fingers from out of Heidi's pussy, but this only meant that Isabella simply started to circle around the hot wetness. It was an incredibly sensation, as if they were a permenent fixture, which was at this moment a very welcoming prospect. 

At times Heidi stifled loud yelps. She didn't want to take any risks, despite what her friend had just told her. But Isabella was certainly not helping matters. Her free hand had begun to reach inside the bra/corset over her shoulder, caressing her right breast, playing with and teasing her already hardened nipple.

In desperation, so that she would not feel utterly useless or accepting of her sudden position, Heidi's hands began to search somewhat blindly backwards for Isabella's underwear, for her own pussy, to return this pleasure. But Isabella merely stepped backwards, just out of reach, whilst still slowly circling around the inside of Heidi's engorged cunt. 

'No, my darling,' she whispered. 'I'm sorry, but this is part of my wedding present to you. I want you to just relax; please, just enjoy this. My gift to you.'

Heidi gave up and accepted the inevitable readily. She began to moan louder and louder, only realising how noisy she was being too late, just after every sound was uttered from her mouth. 

Isabella's movements became quicker, quicker, and the fingers were able to circle deeper, deeper, and then, in a blissful moment, Isabella's other hand removed itself from Heidi's breast and began to caress that spot on Heidi's ear lobe, the spot she had confessed to Isabella in confidence that she absolutely adored any contact with.

It was too much. Bucking and swaying in her friends arms, Heidi clasped both her hands tightly over her mouth in an attempt to dim the almighty scream that was uttered as she came and came and came. Immediately a mixture of glorious pleasure and relief washed over her. She felt slightly dizzy; her knees were shaking terribly. Isabella slowly helped her friend down onto the little wooden seat in the changing room, and then, even slower, removed her hand from both pussy and briefs.

Heidi breathed slowly, still riding on the effects of the orgasm. She looked at her friend, who smiled warmly and murmured, 'Well, you really are the blushing bride now!'

Heidi laughed and kissed her lightly on the lips.

***

That evening, however, Heidi didn't feel much like laughing. In fact she felt confused and bewildered. 

They had quickly got dressed and paid for the (used) merchandise at the checkout, where the assistant looked a lot happier to serve them then she had done before. Isabella told Heidi as they left the shop that she had given the girl a rather substantial cash bribe. Then they had driven back home and said goodbye to each other.

'Are you sure you're okay?' Isabella had asked her just as she was about to go into the house.

'I'm fine,' Heidi had lied. 

Inside her head so many thoughts were ringing loud bells. Had this changed their friendship? Should she tell Mike or keep this secret? Had it changed their relationship? Was the feeling she had felt as she rode her friend's fingers part of that freedom that Isabella enjoyed so much thanks to being single?

The phone rang. It was Mike.

'How's your day been?' he asked her.

'Erm...interesting,' she replied. 'How about you? How was your "first day"?'




Mike's New Job Ch. 04



Now it was Mike's turn to hesitate. For the rest of the afternoon and early evening he had nervously thought through every thing he should have said to Heidi, everything he could have said. But in the end, his only reply was, 'My day was...pretty interesting too.'

'I love you.' Heidi didn't quite know where that had come from. She'd just felt like she'd needed to say it. But did this mean it was sincere? 

'I love you too,' Mike replied. Inside he thought: Love you enough to possibly cheat on you for money? 

There was an awkward silence. Normally one of them would have noticed this, but they were both trying to prolong it as long as possible. 

Finally it was Mike who broke it.'Well, hun, I'm glad you're doing okay, but I'm pretty beat. Mind if I call it an early night?'

'Not at all, my hard working man! You need your beauty sleep.'

'You don't; you're beautiful enough as it is.'

'Aw. Good night, Mr Crane,'

'Good night, future Mrs Crane.'

Both put their phones down.

Both thought: For how much longer?



Mike's New Job Ch. 05



Tales From Sechs City -- welcome to Sechs City, a wealthy, middle-class costal area of Western America in the state of California. A gorgeous, quiet largely uneventful place, people move to the city to follow their dreams, to live their day-to-day lives. It's almost too perfect to be true...

As Mike walked through the glass entrance doors of "Narina Ltd" the next morning, he felt a mixture of emotions; the one outstanding feeling however was that of stupidity. It seemed that ever since that coin toss the previous afternoon he had just made one stupid mistake after the other. Not only had he not told Heidi everything, he had neglected to inform Kevin of his latest predicament. He didn't know why; the words just hadn't seemed to form in his mouth. 

This morning he had told his friend he was going out job hunting, and didn't' know when he would be back. Who knew what he would say if Heidi suddenly decided to call him at all? 

He should have just walked out of that door as soon as he'd seen those images on Anglee's television screen. She had to be lying about those women, she just had to be. No way would she have been able to arrange all that she had threatened. But even as he thought this he knew that it was fifty-fifty. Clarke & Bros would not have fired him for nothing; there MUST have been some complaints about him. It was lose-lose all the way for now. He just had to grit his teeth and bear it.

He found Gerald standing by the desk, clipboard in hand, tapping his foot impatiently. 'You took your time, didn't you?' he said as a "hello". 'What did you do, walk here?'

Actually, Gerald was very much correct. As if it could prolong the inevitable, Mike had taken the option that would take the longest to get there, including the longest route and at the slowest possible pace he could manage. 

'Sorry,' he shrugged, though he said it emotionlessly.

'Well,' Gerald grunted, 'we're all getting ready for the morning meeting in Anglee's office. It's a daily routine, 9:30 sharp. Remember that for tomorrow, or else she'll have your head on a silver platter!'

Mike wasn't so sure that it wasn't already there. He followed Gerald down through the short maze of anonymous looking corridors. As he passed each door Mike wondered what rooms lay behind them. Were they all exactly the same as the one he had seen Stacey "working" in? Or were they like one of those tacky motels with specific themes? Was there a nature room? An S&M room? 

When they got to Anglee's office, Mike found himself surrounded by a group of people he'd never seen before. All employees, obviously. All fairly casually dressed. All not that bad looking at all. It took Mike a while to realise that, apart from Gerald, he was the only male in this crowd. 

He spotted Stacey, no longer dressed in her grey dress suit but in loose top and jogging bottoms. She flashed her dazzling pearly whites at Mike as he came over.

'Morning, Mike,' she said cheerfully. 'Ready for your first day of work?'

Mike scratched the back of his neck as he tried to forget his recent conversation with Heidi about what she thought had been his "first day". 'Can I ask you something, Stacey?' he asked. 

'Anything; I'm always here to help!'

'Why do you work here? Do what you do? Has she...has Anglee got something on you too?'

Stacey looked slightly puzzled. 'If she has, she's never mentioned it. I mean, I wouldn't put it past her to be keeping video files. She likes to watch back what we've done occasionally. She says its for evaluation, but we don't really buy that.'

'So why work here?' asked Mike, perplexed.

Stacey grinned again. 'It's the best job in the world,' she said honestly.

'All right, everyone; lets have a bit of quiet!' Anglee was standing behind her desk, both hands placed down on the surface, waiting for hush. When she got it she smiled broadly. 

'As usual, thank you all for coming in today. The sun is particularly glorious, so I hope you can make use of the courtyard to work on those gorgeous tans on those gorgeous bodies. Again, as usual, I can only apologise if your services are not required today, but rest assured you will still be paid for being here. If you have to leave the building at any point today it can only be in a strict emergency or under my supervision, just in case you are suddenly needed by a last-minute client.'

She stood up straight. 'Right, that's all the legal bullshit out of the way. As you may have noticed we have a new employee joining us today. He's obviously a little different to the rest of you, so I want you to be nice and don't misbehave. This is Mike; everyone say hi!'

Every head turned amid a chorus of, 'Hi, Mike!'

Mike shifted uncomfortably. He could feel them examining him with his eyes, some of them checking him out more thoroughly than others. He swore he heard someone close behind him mutter to her friend, 'I can't wait to get to work with that piece of ass.'

When the buzz had quieted down again Anglee turned to Gerald who handed her the clipboard he had been clutching to his chest like a new born baby. She scanned down it quickly before looking up again. 

'Okay, this morning at ten we've got Jen in room 23; Abi, you'll be in room 4. Then at eleven...Carrie?'

'Yeah?' replied a woman standing near Mike. She was considerably larger than the rest of the ladies, in all sense of the word.

'Good news, darling. You're in the dungeon.'

Mike shook his head. He'd been right about the themed rooms then. 

'Now remember you all need to be on call for lunch between 12 and 2, try to eat yours around this. Then later this afternoon is looking fairly clear at the moment, except for...ah, yes. Mike, you'll be needed at two-thirty in room 33.'

Mike felt like he was about to wet himself. 'Okay,' he managed to say. 

That slight smirk returned to Anglee's smile as she said, 'Don't worry, Mike. I'm going to be working with you on this one. You're in good hands. That's all for now; thank you, everyone!'

Stacey's eyebrows were raised. 'Wow. Anglee doesn't often take on clients herself these days. Must be one of the "treasurers".'

'Treasurers?' Mike repeated.

'Uh huh. We're very popular with big, wealthy companies -- that's why lunch is usually so busy. They give us more money than we get from other, more regular clients. In return Gerald and Anglee help to cover up any legal problems.'

Mike's heart leapt a little. 'Legal problems? Do you think...do you think there's any possibility that that's why I'm here? To assist them with that?'

Stacey smiled at him, a little sadly. 'I'd love to say yes...'

***

Heidi wasn't sure if she wanted to see Isabella. She had spent half the night worrying about the previous afternoon's events. When her friend first knocked at the front door that morning she tried to hide herself in the kitchen, but this plot was foiled when Isabella went round through the back way and saw her through the kitchen window.

'Sorry,' Heidi lied as she opened the back screen door for her. 'I had the radio on.'

'Uh huh? Sure,' replied Isabella. 'Look, it doesn't take a genius to figure out you're hiding from me. You said you were all right when we got back yesterday.'

'I am, I am,' said Heidi hurriedly. 'It's just...welll...Izzie, I love Mike and...erm...'

Isabella looked confused for a second then realisation hit her and she began to laugh loudly.

'Oh, honey,' she giggled. 'You don't think I wanted to get serious, did you? Oh fuck! No wonder you were worried!'

Heidi felt more than a little embarrassed. 'It's not all that funny,' she retorted. 'I mean, that's the first time any woman's touched me down...there...'

'And it will probably be the last,' returned Isabella. 'What did I say to you? It was part of my wedding present to you. I wanted you to get a little experience of the wider world, that was all. Believe me, I have NO idea how I would have reacted if you'd wanted more. I'd probably have run for the hills!'

Heidi sighed with relief and began to laugh herself. 'Well, I think I can safely say it was very much appreciated, but maybe just stick to a playful slap on the ass now and again.'

'You got it,' Isabella grinned. 'So: we still on for tomorrow night, or are you too freaked out to have dinner with your best friend?'

'We are on,' replied Heidi. 'Though I doubt with you planning it dinner is all thats on the cards.'

Isabella looked mock innocent. 'As if I would lead a blushing bride so astray!'

They both started laughing again, and felt comfortable enough for a friendly hug.

*** The rest of the morning went by in a bizarre kind of blur for Mike. He tried to explore the building a bit more, but seemed to find either more corridors or areas which had been sealed off for some reason. He spent a lot of time in the courtyard, which was right in the middle of the building. He found himself surrounded by topless beauties smothered in sun oil and basking in the rays of the sun that gradually got hotter and hotter. They were all different shapes, different sizes, different colours. Anglee had a very wide range for different tastes here. 

He tried to talk to a few of the girls, but most just seemed to want to relax or read a magazine while they sunbathed. Occasionally Gerald would come out and call one of the girls away from their deck chair and into the cool shade of the building, where they wouldn't return for a good hour.

Stacey had been right; lunch was the busiest time here at "Narina Ltd". Girls were constantly on the move, rushing around in various states of undress in a variety of different outfits. A lot of the time it was a common type of underwear, but occasionally Mike would see a glimpse of something a bit more exotic. The most bizarre looking had been Carrie, the "dungeon" worker; shiny black Perspex corset, knee high boots, studded leash around her throat. She seemed incredibly nonchalant about the whole thing when Mike dared to ask her about it.

'Oh, yeah, I love this stuff. My husband got me into it really and I've never really looked back. And Anglee usually orders some good stuff that I can bring home for him to try out too.'

'Wait, wait,' said Mike, trying to get all the facts. 'Your husband knows you work here?'

'Hah, hah! Honey, this ain't the first whorehouse I've worked for. Though don't go about calling this place that kind of name. Anglee likes it to sound all sophisticated; it's the French in her, I guess.'

A number of the girls Mike talked to had been involved in different brothels before; some had been topless dancers. And then there were the small minority of bored suburban housewives who were living out their own fantasies without their husbands ever catching wind of the situation.

Finally, as time ticked on, the moment Mike had been dreading arrived. Gerald came out and, shielding his eyes from the sun with his clipboard, called out to the general area, 'Mike, you're up!'

Shakily, Mike followed him back through the building and down a corridor that Mike couldn't remember walking through or not.

'This is the "Reserved" area of the building,' Gerald said matter of factly before Mike had even had a chance to ask him. 'This is where our highest paying clients are entertained. We also occasionally open it up for special events.'

They reached room 39, which was next to a door that, instead of a number, had a gold plaque on it with the words: OBSERVATION ROOM. Anglee was waiting for them. She had changed out of her normal business suit into a very long beige trench coat that was buttoned up tightly. Her black frizzy hair had been let loose from its bow, and Mike could see that at full length it would reach just below her chest. 

'Well, Mike; are you ready?' she asked him now, her voice a lot less harsher than usual. 

Mike took a few deep breaths. 'Is there any other way we could sort this out? Come to some kind of arrangement?' he half-pleaded. 

Anglee lifted her hand and gently stroked his cheek. Her brown eyes searched his own. 'Don't worry,' she soothed. 'I know it's your first time; I'll be gentle.'

She opened the door to room 39 and gestured for him to go in. It was a fairly average size, and its interior looked very much like a normal motel room. There was a double bed with a thick, white duvet and pillow set, a make-up table and chair, and a rail of hangers for clothes to be hung on. Large purple candles were dotted around the place, already lit; the fragrance they set off was a strange one. Mike wasn't sure if he'd ever smelt it before. It certainly reminded him of something.

There was one thing that seemed out of place in this room, though. Facing the bed on the wall opposite the entrance was a small wooden seat with no arm rests. It stuck out of the wall like a sore thumb. On either side of it were two thick metal semi-circles.

'Take off your clothes and give them to Gerald,' Anglee said quickly. The gentleness had gone from her voice; this was now business. 

Mike kicked off his shoes and stripped off everything except his boxer shorts.

'Those too,' ordered Anglee, her eyes glinting. Mike complied a little reluctantly. Then he picked up the pile of clothes and handed them to Gerald, who had been busy checking out Mike's body. 

'Someone works out,' he declared before disappearing down the corridor.

Anglee pointed to the wooden seat. 'Go and sit over there,' she told Mike. As he went over to it she in turn crossed to the make up table, where she opened one of the drawers. 

The wood was surprisingly cold on Mike's bare ass, and not all that comfortable to sit on. He began to point this out to Anglee, but he was silenced by her suddenly attaching a metal cuff around his wrist. It had a very short link of chain that Anglee then snapped around the nearby metal semi-circle. She did the same with the other hand. They now hovered at chest height and would go no further.

'This client,' Anglee explained, 'recently expressed an interest at having someone watching in the room, and he specifically asked for it to be a man. Perfect timing, really, that we found you.'

'Uh huh?' replied Mike shortly. 'And what are the chains for?'

'Oh, they're for my personal benefit,' she said, smiling wickedly, her eyes glinting. 'I don't want you enjoying yourself too much.'

There was a knock at the door and Anglee stood up straight and turned to face it. 'Come in,' she called. 

The door opened and in strode a well built looking man in his early forties. He was dressed in a rather casual business suit, and had short, spiky black hair. When he saw the naked figure of Mike chained to the wall he smiled broadly.

'How nice to see you again, Tom,' said Anglee, raising her left hand which he took and kissed lightly. 'As you can see, we have an intruder in our happy holiday getaway. What shall we call him?'

Tom shook his head. 'I don't mind, Miss Anglee,' he said. 'Perhaps "slave"?'

'That,' replied Anglee, looking slyly at Mike, 'is a wonderful name. "Slave".'

Mike resisted the urge to scowl at her. He tried to keep a cool, calm expression, to not look at the client directly in the face. This was a problem when Anglee pushed him onto the bed however; he was now at face height with the "slave".

Slowly undoing one button after the other, Anglee removed the lkarge trench coat and let it flop onto the floor. Both Tom and Mike's eyes bulged. She was dressed in a bright pink bikini; the top was tight, strapless, the brief with long, flimsy looking ties on either side. She looked gorgeous in it. 

Anglee got down on her knees and began to undo Tom's trousers, whilst he lay back onto the bed and smiled contently up at the ceiling. They were quickly removed along with the rather generic looking boxer shorts underneath. Tom's member lazily sprang to attention. It looked to be about three inches at the moment, but the presence of Anglee in that bikini was beginning to wake it up.

Mike could tell that his own cock was taking notice too. He tried to look away without her noticing, but at the same time he felt a strange desire to watch her as she began to lightly stroke Tom's dick with her long, thin fingers. He was starting to feel a little groggy. What was that in the air? The candles? He hadn't realised that their fragrance was so strong, quite so overpowering.

Anglee's mouth circled the ever growing cock, and she started to suck and lick away at it. Tom started to breath through gritted teeth of pleasure as he felt her tongue playing with his member. Mike started to feel a twinge of jealousy. His own cock was nearly at full attention. As he watched Anglee's slowly bobbing head, he began to wish that it was him she was satisfying. Heidi never seemed to give him blowjobs these days...

Heidi -- who was that? The name was familiar, but he couldn't place it. He tried to shake himself out of this funk. He was becoming more and more light-headed. He tried to focus his attention on the scene unfolding in front of him, but it was making him angrier, more jealous. 

Tom had now taken the initiative and unbuttoned his jacket and shirt. With a final lick, Anglee removed her mouth from his throbbing member and got up onto the bed next to him, where they kissed each other hungrily. He reached round her back and removed the single clasp that held together her punk bikini top. He flung it to one side, revealing her small 30C breasts, which he eagerly began to lick and suck at with his rough tongue. Anglee in turn held the back of his head with one hand ruffling his short spiky hair, whilst the other teasingly played with the hood of his cock.

As he watched, Mike started to lick his lips. His mouth was dry; his palms felt sweaty. The outside world was now lost to him. The only thing that mattered was right here in front of him. His erection was considerably larger than it usually had been. In vain he attempted to stroke it, but the chains restricted him from even the slightest flick of the head of it. He swore with frustration under his breath.

Now Anglee had pushed Tom back onto the bed, and turned him round 45 degrees, so that his feet were facing Mike. Tom's large, pulsating dick was now in full view in all its glory. In his state of mind, Mike silently laughed at this pathetic example of manhood. He knew that his would pleasure Anglee so much more; if only she would come and try it out. 

But Anglee was fine where she was. She quickly pulled the strings of her pink bikini brief, allowing it to simply fall off onto the duvet. Her black pussy was beautifully shaven, as Miek saw when she crouched over Tom and slowly sat down on top of his cock facing Mike.

For a second, Anglee and Mike's eyes met. They held a steady gaze, of longing and passion, before Anglee began to move slowly up and down on the cock inside of her.

Mike couldn't see Tom's face, but he could hear the sounds of obvious pleasure that were coming from his mouth. Anglee too, despite Mike's earlier misgivings, was clearly enjoying herself, though she was a lot quieter about it. Her face occasionally screwed up with bliss as she rode that cock. Now and again she would look at Mike again; that smirk would appear as she watched his obvious aggravation. She started to play with her clit as she became faster and faster in her action. 

Two large, muscular hands appeared around her chest and began to fondle her breasts, playing with the nipples. Now Agnlee began to make a noise; like her laugh, it was a throaty sound, medium pitched. She clasped her hands to his as they rested on her petite breasts, leaning back as she grew closer and closer to orgasm.

Then Mike saw Tom's cock move in a very sudden way, and Anglee stiffened as she felt her lover's juices flow through her pussy. She had obviously not been expecting him to cum so soon. Fool, thought Mike. 

But ever the professional, Anglee quickly brought herself to orgasm by playing once again with her now very visible clit. It looked so inviting; it was the only thing Mike wanted to feel, to touch, to kiss, to taste in the world. Anglee gave out one last short cry before collapsing onto Tom, panting slightly. 




Mike's New Job Ch. 05



They lay there for a minute, trying to catch their breath back. Then Anglee carefully sat up and removed herself from Tom's gradually shrinking cock. She got up off the bed and picked up the large trench coat, buttoning it up so that her nakedness was almost completely covered. Meanwhile Tom, after cleaning himself up with a hidden box of tissues, began to dress himself again.

'Got an important meeting in half an hour,' he said to Anglee in casual conversation. 'I'll be really focussed now.'

'As ever,' grinned Anglee. 'It was wonderful for us to be able to help you again, Tom. Will we see you soon?'

Tom nodded as he started to button up his shirt. 'Next week, hopefully. I'll book on my way out. Payment in the usual fashion?'

'We'll sort everything out, Tom. You know we always do.'

Tom put on his jacket, gave Anglee a light kiss on the cheek and then waved goodbye to Mike. 'Thanks, buddy,' he said cheerfully. 'Maybe next time we can get to know each other a bit better, but I gotta run.' And with that he was gone.

Mike's cock was still rock hard. Occasionally it would twitch one way or the other. He desperately wanted Anglee to come and do something with it, anything at all -- suck it, stroke it, sit on it. She seemed to notice the deep longing in his eyes, as she walked over and crouched down till she was level with it.

'You did very well, Mike,' she congratulated him. 'I knew you would.' And then, quickly, her tongue darted out and licked all the way up his dick from the bottom to the very top.

Unbelievably it was enough. It shuddered before a stream of white hot cum shot out of it, then more dribbled down over the body of it. Mike felt a great wave of relief wash over him as he came. And then, almost instantly, his head cleared, and the first thought in his head was of Heidi. He shut his eyes and groaned.

'That's the reality check,' explained Anglee, who, after undoing the chains from the rings in the wall, stood up and walked towards the door. 'The guilt phase of the perfume in the candles. The company who make them are trying to get the kinks out, but it may be a while. You just have to put up with it, I'm afraid.' 

She walked out of the room and closed the door, leaving Mike, his genitals a mess of gradually cooling stickiness, his head in his hands. 



Mike's New Job Ch. 06



Tales From Sechs City -- Welcome to Sechs City, a wealthy, middle-class costal area of Western America in the state of California. A gorgeous, quiet largely uneventful place, people move to the city to follow their dreams, to live their day-to-day lives. It's almost too perfect to be true...

 * 

It was an incredible cliché, thought Kevin, in that the first time in a week he had bothered to have a shower the doorbell had rung halfway through it. Grumbling to himself, he quickly wrapped his blue flannel dressing gown around his wet body and marched through the front room to the door, leaving little puddles of water with every footstep.

'This had better be important,' he said loudly as he opened the door. He got a bit of a surprise when he saw who was standing there.

'Important is my middle name, Kevin. You look a little wet; I hope I didn't ruin your afternoon routine?'

'Er, no, no, not really,' he replied quickly.

'Right. Well, can I come in?'

'Sure, sure. Come on through.'

He held the door open wider and Isabella, dressed in her usual attire of white strapped top and denim skirt, sauntered quickly in and sat down on the green worn out sofa. She opened the small cream coloured bag that she had been carrying over her shoulder and began to rummage through its contents. 

Kevin knew Isabella fairly well, having met her at various parties with Mike and Heidi. He'd always secretly thought that she was a little stuck up, with her nice house and seemingly cushy lifestyle. He had to admit, however, that at the moment she looked incredibly hot. A fading whiff of the perfume she was wearing still hovered around the front door. It smelled of exotic fruits, of the warm beaches in the Caribbean. 

Shaking himself, Kevin shut the door and went over to his own chair in front of the television, where he sat and waited as patiently as he could whilst Isabella finished taking out two sheets of paper with a lot of words printed on them. 

'What's all this about, Izzie?' he asked her finally, his mind wandering back to that blissfully hot shower that was calling his name.

'Mike and Heidi,' she muttered as she read over the words on the pieces of paper. 

'What about Mike and Heidi?'

Isabella put the paper down and looked at him. 'Tomorrow night; have you boys got anything planned for Mike's last night of freedom?'

Kevin scratched his right cheek. He could do with a bit of a shave too. 'I wouldn't say that he was free at the moment, but no, nothing major planned. I don't think he really wants anything big before the wedding.'

'Neither does Heidi. Which is why I've made a plan.' And she passed over one of the bits of paper to Kevin. As he read it his eyes widened slightly. 

'No way will Mike agree to this,' he said, shaking his head. 

Isabella sighed. 'Look, Kevin. I'm having enough trouble convincing Heidi as it is. I've had to come up with a whole new ball plan for her. Mike may object at first, but if you work at him he'll soon back down.'

'How can you be so sure?'

'Because it's already starting to work with Heidi, and you know she's an absolute control freak.'

Kevin snorted. 'You got that right. I keep telling Mike he needs to assert his authority, show her he's the man of the house. But I reckon she's got him right under her thumb.'

Isabella frowned. 'That's my friend you're talking about, there. But maybe this will change their attitudes a little -- maybe make their marriage last a little longer than it should do.' 

'You don't believe in marriage much, do you?' Kevin asked her as he shifted in his seat to get more comfortable.

'There's too much in the world out there to see, to experience. You don't need a husband or a wife waiting at home restricting you from all of that enjoyment, tying you down. And I'm talking about all aspects of life, not just sex; although that's the main reason, naturally.'

'What if they wanted to experience life together; do those kinds of things as a couple?'

Isabella rolled her eyes. 'Yeah, and then they end up on "Jerry Springer" or some other crap. "My wife and I enjoy three-in-a-bed-romps with the mailman." No thanks. Look, are you with me on this or not?'

Kevin sighed. 'Okay, I'm with you, but you're the one who gets in trouble if all goes up shit creek. Where did you get all this info, anyway?'

Isabella folded up her copy of the instructions and put it back in her little cream coloured bag. 'Contact of mine,' she said simply. 'That's all I'm gonna let you know.'

'Aw, come on, Izzie. You gotta let me know a little more!'

Isabella laughed. 'Nope, 'cos I know that if I gave you any of the numbers I've had to call you'll be on the phone straight away for your own private little stag party.'

Kevin tried to look at her with his most puppy-dog expression on his face. 'Hey, what can I tell you? I'm a guy; I have needs.'

'Hah!' laughed Isabella shortly. 'I hate it when men use that excuse. Do you know how often guys have said that to me? You ever heard of jerking off? Anyway, it's pretty obvious to me at the moment that you have "needs".'

Kevin frowned. 'How do you mean?'

Isabella grinned. 'Because I can see how hard your cock is.'

Kevin looked down with embarrassed horror as he saw his efforts to get comfortable in the seat had meant his dressing gown had loosened slightly, allowing it to open a little. His dick was on full display, and was gradually getting bigger. 

'Shit,' he muttered as he closed the gown quickly. 'Oh, man, I'm really sorry, Izzie.'

'Don't worry about it,' replied Isabella. Then, with a sly smile, she added, 'Actually, it's making me incredibly horny.'

Within seconds of the words coming out of her mouth, Isabella had leapt off the sofa and straddled Kevin, planting a long, hard kiss on his lips, her hot tongue easing its way into his mouth. Taken by surprise at first, Kevin quickly followed suit. That gorgeous perfume of hers filled his nostrils, and aroused him even more.

In a short breath for air, he stuttered,' Are you...sure you want to do this...?'

In reply, Isabella pulled her white top up and over her head, revealing her gorgeous 38C breasts. 'It's tradition,' she said in a voice coated with honey. 'The best man and the maid of honour are supposed to fuck each other.' 

That was excuse enough for Kevin. He greedily began to suck at those beautiful nipples; within seconds they were like plump juicy raisins on the tips of Isabella's breasts. She sighed with pleasure as she felt the gorgeous tingle of arousal fill her whole body. His cock, ever hardening, felt so good against the material of her panties, and she was getting very wet very quickly. 

Kevin continued to suck and kiss her breasts. He couldn't quite believe that he was doing this. He'd always wanted to try and have a go with Isabella, no matter how stuck up she was. After all, sexy was sexy. He'd also heard one or two stories about her from Mike; he knew that he'd have to try to give her an amazing fuck for her to consider him a proper guy. That would mean, his mind ticked away, that this would be all about her; more tit sucking, plenty of gentle, teasing kissing and a lot of oral action. 

But Isabella seemed to have her own agenda. She pushed him back into the seat, away from her fulsome breasts and their rigid nipples, and quickly, but efficiently, undid the cord on the dressing gown. She threw it to one side of the seat, got off of Kevin's lap and onto her own knees in front of him. Opening the gown wide she kissed and licked her way down towards his large hardened cock, where she began to suck and lick as if it were covered in chocolate.

Kevin breathed through his teeth; this girl was amazing at blowjobs! He gripped the arms of the seat tightly in a bid to control himself; if he wasn't careful he could get too carried away, and then what would she think of him? 

Isabella gave the pink log one last kiss and then sat away, a very thin strand of salty cum on her lips. She licked them slowly, swallowed and then breathed, 'Mmmm!'

Kevin's self-control was breaking down rapidly. He got down on his knees, leaving the dressing gown on the seat behind him, and began to hungrily kiss his way up along her legs. 

After another deep, passionate kiss with their tongues entwined, Kevin's hands quickly went under the denim material of the short skirt. His fingers wrapped themselves around the hem of her soaked panties, brushing against the thin strands of hair that lay above the wetness. He pulled the underwear down to her ankles, hopped over them between her legs and lay on top of her.

Now it was Isabella's hands that did the work. After a playful one-two motion on his cock, they rapidly pulled him into her. Isabella had not had proper sex for at least a week and a half, and in her view there was only so much pleasure a vibrator could give a woman. To feel a real, throbbing, hard cock inside of her was an incredible delight, and she made it known with a sharp, 'Oh! Oh, fuck yes!'

Now all ideas of making this slow and sensual were gone. Kevin began to move in and out, in and out quickly, relishing the opportunity to have this untamed creature in his control. She in turn began to cling onto his back, to scratch at it with her red nails as she felt herself quickly building to a powerful orgasm. This was a little surprising; she didn't normally cum this well so quickly, but she reckoned it may have had something to do with the period of time she'd had to wait to get hot and nasty.

Kevin tried to go quicker still, but the denim material of her skirt, which was still wrapped round her like a bad chastity belt, was chafing his stomach. He ignored the slight ill comfort this provoked, concentrating on his own hastily building climax. As he felt himself on the brink, he started to kiss and lick at Isabella's neck, delighting in her gradually rising cries of, 'Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes!'

Then Isabella cried out louder still, a scream of total pleasure, and Kevin used that as his cue to drop the last few smidgens of self-control he had left. He emptied himself into her, collapsing on top of her sweating, gorgeous body, breathlessly kissing a few times along her breasts, as she buckled under him.

They lay still, catching their breaths and laughing proudly at the glorious five minutes or so they had just spent together. Then Kevin slowly removed his still dripping member from her mess of a pussy, and managed to get back onto his chair, where he was able to relax more. 

In turn, Isabella, still smiling like the cat who'd got the cream, carefully sat up and removed her very damp panties from around her ankles. 

'These were new yesterday, Kevin,' she mock-scolded him. 'And not only did you not take the time to appreciate their exquisiteness, you went and practically ruined them!'

Kevin looked sheepishly at her. 'Sorry,' he said honestly. 'Were they expensive?'

'Goodinsons.'

His eyebrows raised. 'Fuck, I AM sorry. Can you get a discount?'

'For these?' she laughed, throwing them in his face. He laughed too and sniffed the wet pussy stains, that aroma he knew his cock now had heavily around it. 

'Hmm, you say you want to return these, madam?' he said loudly, pretending to be the store clerk. 'Well, they're in a bit of a mess. How did they every get so?'

Isabella grinned and flashed her pussy at him in response. 'That's how,' she said sweetly. 

Kevin handed the underwear back to her. 'Easy, sugar. Believe it or not, I'm not Superman. You're gonna have to wait for Round Two.'

'Don't worry,' she said, picking up her white top and putting it back over her head. 'You can come back to mine after the wedding -- we can have our own mini make-shift honeymoon. I should really be going anyway. There are other maid of honour duties to attend to besides satisfying the needs of the best man.'

Kevin wrapped the dressing gown around himself again. 'Yeah, we were probably quite lucky with the timing. After all, Mike could have walked in at any moment...'

Isabella frowned. 'Mike? Why would he do that? It's only three in the afternoon. Does he get shorter hours with his promotion or what?'

Kevin's eyebrows raised. 'Weeeeeell,' he said. 'Looks like the bride doesn't tell the bridesmaid absolutely everything after all. I'm surprised; I would have thought you would have been the first person Heidi would have told.'

'Told what?' asked Isabella, her patience wearing thin.

***

Mike was not surprised to find Kevin still sitting in his dressing gown when he got back later that evening. He was surprised, however, to find a very irate Isabella sitting on the sofa next to him. She leapt up as soon as he entered the apartment and stood there, hands on hips, her face fuming.

'Fired?' she declared loudly. 'You were fired?'

Mike sighed and looked over accusingly at Kevin, who was doing his best to ignore what was going on in front of him, as he had been subject to at least two hours of this already.

'When were you going to tell Heidi, Mike? Hmm? She still thinks you're bringing home a bigger wage packet! Do you know how much money she spent yesterday on stuff for YOUR wedding, for YOU?'

Mike tried to get a word in edgeways. 'Look, Isabella, I was going to tell her; it's just...'

'When, Mike? When? On your wedding night? Oh honey, you're so beautiful, and so wonderful, and oh, by the way, didn't I mention, I don't have a job anymore?'

This was horrible. Mike's mind was screaming out to tell her about his new job at Narina Ltd, but he knew that would have been suicide. So instead he said, 'Izzie, you're right; I should have told her from the very start. I guess I just didn't want to ruin what's going to be the best week of her life for her.'

Isabella rolled her eyes. 'So you're just going to ruin her life? That it?'

Mike put his head in his hands and rubbed his tired eyes. He didn't need this; the guilt of what had happened only several hours earlier was still gnawing away inside him. To be faced with this other fault was crippling in its effectiveness. 

Finally he said, 'Look, just let me tell her when the time is right. I'll know when to tell her. I love her. I'll know when to tell her. But please, Izzie, please PLEASE keep this to yourself.'

Isabella's eyes searched his own before she sighed and picked up her bag from the sofa. 'I hope you know what you're doing, Mike,' she said. 'Because this is going to affect all of our relationships with hr. When she finds out that I or Kevin knew before she did...'

'She won't. I promise.'

'Yeah, well...' she replied before storming out of the apartment, slamming the door behind her. 

Mike turned to Kevin.

'Before you start,' said his friend. 'I didn't call her to tell her or anything like that. She came round to talk weddings: best man, bridesmaid stuff, you know? She kind of figured it out on her own.'

'Alright, Kev, I believe you,' Mike assured him. 

Kevin smiled, relieved. 'Good! Well, now the storm's passed, I'll get us some beers and you can tell me how your job-hunting went!'

More lies, thought Mike. How much more of them could he pull off?