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Tom Ch. 01

By: Egmont Grigor



Stetson pulled low, eyes wide in terror, young Tom Briscoe rode into town in a Yellow Cab. He would have preferred a horse but couldn't find the hitching rail outside his terminal at JFK. After taking a look at all the traffic and the tall buildings holding up the clouds, he was pleased as a well-fed Texas Rat Snake that the cabbie agreed to take him on the journey to Madison for one hundred bucks.

The kind cabbie turned into Madison and said, "This is it pal; your hundred has run out of steam."

Tom was left with only five bucks so didn't attempt to negotiate or toss the cabbie out and drive himself on an avenue with vehicles were as thick as ants on the way to a fiesta over a Turkey Buzzard's dropping. He began walking with an iron hard-on; it just wouldn't go down, not with all the late morning tit swells over the top of tight black dresses and sweet little asses that bobbed and bucked as the high heels clicked on the pavement.

He'd write home about this but there was no sense doing that, the nearest mailbox was fifty miles west of his family home. His father sold gas and operated a one-horse hire business. In the area where they lived in Loving County there were eight horses and three vehicles for every person so the horse had never been ridden in thirteen years and that meant it was being run at a loss. Uncle Jed visited once a year to fuck Tom's mother and swap yarns with Tom's father who was his brother. 

Jed had replied no to Kate when she said, "Take me away from all this," not that there was much to be taken away from. Jed told Kate she was becoming a little too heavy in the ass and tits to compete for his attention in New York and anyway his wife would object. Instead he would send young Tom an air ticket and hire him to run coffee in the office for artists and copywriters and people who mystified him why they were on the payroll. Tom would stay with Jed's family.

Tom had asked his parents how could a guy pay people month in, month out without knowing what they did? His dad scratched his nuts, that initiating his mom to scratch her left armpit, and they reached for their drinks and said they had no idea. Because neither was enthusiastic about lifting a hand to do anything they were probably telling the truth; being industrious wasn't a concept they understood.

By lucky accident Tom found Brown's Building in which Uncle Ted's business occupied floors fourteen and fifteen. Tom had seen too many disaster movies involving elevators so took to the stairs, having to sweep aside cobwebs. A pretty young woman at reception with her boobs practically spilling out over her keyboard just in the way Microsoft had designed a receptive shape on its curving keyboards said, "Howdy partner."

Tom took off his white Stetson, flashed teeth honed on almost raw meat for all but the first two years of his twenty-four years, said 'Howdy ma'am'. The woman's eyes rolled into her head, her body convulsed hugely three times and her eyes rolled back in place and she cooed, "Oooh, that was nice. It's not everyday I'm fucked remotely. Do you have an appointment?"

"No ma'am. Could you kindly have me rustled along to Uncle Ted Briscoe?"

"Oh God, you are the protégé."

"What's that?"

"Never you mind. You won't understand. You are from Texas. Please follow me Mr Briscoe."

"You know my name. New York has half a million people..."

"Or so."

"... half a million or so people and you know my name? You must be psychic?"

"What's that?"

"Never you mind. You won't understand. You are from New York."

Jed leapt out of his chair ready to lay Fiona from reception over his desk when he saw someone was with her. He took another look and saw it was his favorite nephew. This was even better than shafting Fiona.

"Tom, welcome to City of Dreams. What's you dream Tom?"

Tom who'd followed Fiona from reception said, "I'd like the butt of this receptionist twice a day."

"Right Fiona," Jed grinned, winking at her. Give Tom your butt at the first opportunity."

"Very good sir. I'll wait outside."

Jed asked how much had the cab fare cost from the airport.

"A hundred."

"The cheating crooked swine. Just because you're Texan there was no need to fleece you. Pity you didn't get the number of the cab."

"I did sir." 

Tom told Jed the number and Jed called in his PA who reminded Tom of a bulldog. Jed told her the story. "Call the cab company and demand a refund and compensation and ask that cabbie to be severely remanded. If they tell you to fuck off tell them we'll sue, taking them all the way to the Supreme Court if necessary." 

"Yes sir," said the bulldog, snapping a salute and walking off rubbing her hands gleefully.

"I thought you'd have a PA you could fuck?"

"Tom this is your first lesson in advertising agency. Your Aunt Clement comes into this office so I have a PA who scares everyone shitless including Clement. Your aunt is left with the impression that she and only she is the one I fuck."

"That's brilliant sir."

"I knew it Tom. You have 'executive' written all over you."

Jed called in his son. Carl wearing a snappy suit entered. Carl, almost twenty-eight, was broad-shouldered counting the pads, with dark good looks spoilt by a curled arrogant lip. He looked at Tom disinterestedly.

"Carl, you'll remember cousin Tom don't you?"

"No."

Tom sunk a jab into Carl's belly. He folded to the floor gasping, and his father looked on impassively. Tom helped Carl to his feet.

Carl still breathing heavily asked, "What the fuck was that for?"

"You'll never forget me again, will you?"

"Oh correction, senior executive material," Jed beamed. "Carl, I'm placing Tom under your wing. Start him at the very bottom and let him find his own level. If you mistreat him he has my permission to hit you."

"He won't catch me napping next time."

"I advise you to watch it Carl. Tom is coiled steel -- have him on your side, not against you."

Tom said he'd be back at Carl's office in fifteen minutes and excused himself.

Fiona took Tom by the hand and led him into the women's rest room. She took a free condom from the dispenser, handed it to Tom and hitching up her skirt, leant over the beach. She wasn't wearing panties.

"Which hole?"

"You choose," she cooed.

They worked away, women coming and going without raising a fuss. Tom assumed this was how ad agency business works in New York.

The bulldog, who Tom had been formerly introduced to as Miss Isaacs during his tour, came to him later all smiles and handed him an envelop. "Here is your cab fare reimbursed plus another hundred in compensation."

Tom was soon running non-stop, making and delivering coffee.

A graphics designer with a ridiculously bushy moustache said, "Take this back and fetch another. It has a small spill."

"That's what the paper napkin is for sir."

"I repeat, fetch me..."

"Do you want cup and saucer complete with coffee rammed down your turkey-looking throat?"

The entire department hushed.

"Um, this coffee looks fine... er... Tom wasn't it?"

"Thank you Cedric. Enjoy."

The email was posted instantly on the internal ticker tape that ran along the bottom of everyone's computer screen: 'WARNING, WARNING. Tom Briscoe new coffee guy prepared to ram complainant's coffee cup down throat far enough to come out of butt-hole.'

At that, eighty-eight people in the office resolved to remember who Tom Briscoe was and knew not to hassle him. Jed read the tape and grinned, thinking junior vice-president within twelve months providing Tom showed some talent.

As arranged Tom went home with Carl who showed Tom to the guest bedroom in the huge apartment. He found Aunt Clement in her bedroom doing her nails. They kissed and she said she'd see him in the living room for drinks. He found cousin Jane, in her second year practice, singing in the shower. He opened the door and said "Hi." 

She yelled what the fuck was he doing?

"Looking at the firmest, curviest body in all of New York. You do look swell."

"Tom? With that drawl you must be Tom. Where would you like to kiss me? God I haven't seen you for six years."

"Eight years. The lips please. Your cunt is all soapy."

"Oh Tom, you're in New York. You can't talk to young women like that."

"Like what?"

"Oh it doesn't matter," Jane giggled, coming forward to kiss him.

"Are you on the pill?"

"Um... er... yes, Gawd you can't ask women that."

"Ask them what?"

Jane giggled and felt his abs. "I've completely forgotten what I was going to say."

The family gathered for drinks. Asked what he wanted Tom said a light beer.

"Sorry, right out of beer," Jed said. "I'll get some in tomorrow."

Tom asked for the phone number of the nearest bar. Jed gave him his phone with the number already ringing, saying he occasionally had to drag Clement away from her friends to come home for dinner.

The family listened attentively.

"Hi, I'm Tom Briscoe. Could I speak to your youngest wait staff girl please. I forget her name."

"Ah yes, Julie."

"Hi Julie. I'm Tom Briscoe from Texas and will be into your bar to visit you in a day or two, probably in the evening."

"Oh you work only in evenings, good. Listen I'm a guest in Barton & Bridge Towers just opposite you guys. They have all sorts of drinks here but no beer. Could you get one of your guys as a special favor to zap up with a dozen of light ale, any label; I'll hand across fifty bucks."

"Hi again. Oh, that's good. Lovely of you Julie. You are a sweetheart. Here's the address. Got that? Good. Five minutes... Hank you say. That's perfect. You are a darling!"

Hank arrived with the dozen of beer and went away smiling with Tom's $50. Jed handed Tom $100 and said no guest was buying drinks in his house. "The other $50 is for entertainment: we were entranced listening to that dialogue. But why ask for the youngest woman knowing she'd be unlikely to come up here?"

"Young women wait staff are keen to please, unlike their older contemporaries. I knew she'd not fail me and would get some guy off his ass to make the delivery."

Jed said the bar could be breaking its license, making a home delivery.

"That's the other reason I asked for the youngest girl, thinking she'd be a student and would have the brains to send the beer over in a larger cardboard box and that is exactly what happened. It was a box that had been packed with jars of olives. Thus not sign of illegal trading."

At dinner if the family had expected Tom to carry on being entertaining, they were not disappointed. He told them stories about the ranch he'd worked on having cattle rustled and then rustling them back plus as many of that number again... of the RV that visited the bunkhouse once a fortnight containing four whores... of riding a fence line for four days and making repairs and seeing no person or any cattle... of stepping on to Madison Avenue and seeing more wobbling tits and asses in one glance than he's seen in his entire life back home. He had them in fits telling them about delivering coffee to an obvious gay guy called Cedric in the art department who'd complained about one drop of spilt coffee. "But I told him what I'd do with the cup if he didn't accept it and he backed off."

Jed said he'd read an all-personnel memo about that incident and dryly recited the 'Warning, warning' message. Carl who'd not read the memo and his mother and sister shrieked with laughter.

Well after midnight Jane sneaked into Tom's bedroom and sucked him and he sucked her but she wouldn't let him fuck her. "You are my cousin. I'll introduce you to some girls as time goes by. You are such a darling Tom."

Tom was left with the distinct impression he really liked New York.

Early next evening on the way home he called into the bar diagonally opposite the apartment and asked for Julie. A plain and freckled 20-year old came up. Tom introduced himself and she poured him the beer he'd requested. She'd recognized his drawl, as the Texan she'd spoken to the previous evening and was quite taken aback he was bothering to thank her again. Her mouth fell open when he asked her to dinner on Saturday when learning she didn't work weekends.

"Y-you want to take me out?"

"Sure. When I spoke to you on the phone you sounded pretty inside and now that I've met you I have no reason to change my opinion."

"I can't believe this is happening to me. Mom won't believe it either. She doesn't have much confidence in me."

"What about your father?"

"He thinks I'm okay and is willingly putting me through college."

"What are you doing?"

"Music -- piano and guitar."

"Oh very nice. There was no money at home for me to go to college. Anyway I would have been too thick."

"You thick? I don't think so. Look come around on Saturday before we go out and meet the folk and my two married sisters and brood. They will be around for dinner."

"Okay. Just don't build me up... that's not the way to impress your mother. Just sit and talk as if you and me are real pals. Your mother will be watching every move."

"How do you know that?"

"I have a mother. Do you think any of them are much different?"

"Well insofar as personalities go, yes of course. But now that you've mentioned it, in attitude perhaps not."

"Lovely meeting you Julie. Just a one-off date eh? I'm entering advertising and plan to try for quick progress and one way to achieve that is to exploit women in that business, if you know what I mean."

"I think I do. Elbow the guys and seduce the women?"

"You are a bright young lady Julie. Er, what's your family name?"

"Stevens."

"Ah, very nice."

* * *

Tom's problem was he was without a plan. He had no idea how he was going to climb to the top, or at least towards it. He was, so to speak, in foreign fields, and his work record at home was rather pathetic. For each job he'd won he'd been fired. Tom knew the word quit but in respect of employment he'd never been able to utter it, those firing him getting in first. However, this was different. New York might be full of hard people but the ace up his sleeve, or so he thought, was he had no fear -- apart from when women let rip -- and he was devious, resourceful, a quick thinker and was passionate about winning, given the chance. He'd won awards in boxing, junior rodeo and novice car circuit racing but a big blank hung over his business career as the career had been non-existent. He was aware it was a woeful record; if he'd applied for a job in any business, even in remote parts of Texas, he would have been laughed out of the employment offices. But in New York there was hope -- his Uncle Jed was beholden to him because when Uncle Jed was last down in Loving, Texas, screwing Tom's mom on the kitchen table and Tom's father had arrived home unexpectedly, Tom had dropped at his father's feet screaming, pulling at his leg, saying he'd been bitten by a snake.

His dad Alan dropped to Tom's side flicking open his pocketknife shouting, "Which leg?"

Tom gripped his left leg and shouted that one, looked at the huge blade and shouted, no the other one, no he didn't know. By that time his mom had rushed out pocketing her panties followed by Jed buckling up.

Tom gallantly rose to his feet and wiping his brow said to his dad, "Wow, that was a close one; we all need a beer."

"Yeah right," said his dad. "It was a close one."

The grateful Jed, quietly thanking Tom, learned that Tom had just been fired from his latest job and so invited him to come to work for him in New York. He promised to send a one-way air ticket and a hundred bucks travel money.

* * *

Tom went to the company's café for morning coffee and the only available seat close-by was next to Cedric the artist.

"How's it going Cedric?"

"Oh hi... oh god, don't hit me Tom."

"Relax buddy, How is it in the art department of the print division?"

"The department is okay but I'm on a downer. We are rushing through artwork for promoting the big baseball game but the copy writers are messing around with finishing off the 'come on' line."

"How does it start?"

"Missing out on booking seats for Sunday's big game is..."

"Oh that's easy. Missing out booking seats for Sunday's big games is as useless as tits on a bull. Listen Cedric, you draw the bull but don't draw an udder as that might offend some people."

"Like leaving it to auto-suggestion?"

"Yeah, if that's what it's called."

"Oh I don't know."

"Listen Cedric, you might be gay but that doesn't mean you have to be a loser. Must go. See you later."

Four hours later Cedric found Tom chatting up the married senior receptionist. "Tom you have to hear this. The client is running with the tits on bull theme. They love it and are talking about a bonus."

"Fine Cedric, put any reward towards a diamond ear-ring. The one you are wearing is tatty."

"Gee, thanks pal."

"Are you gay?" the senior receptionist asked horrified.

Appalled that he might end up with the wrong reputation, Tom pushed her off to the women's restroom. He had to carry the poor woman back to her chair after draining her in an exhibition of extreme rutting that had other females looking on in awe.

The resulting message on the tickertape across screens was succinct. 'GIRLS -- Tom B. Wink-wink. Near lethal.'

Tom took coffee for four into a meeting room for Jed, Carl, the print art director Sara and a weary looking client.

"Thanks Tom," Jed said. "What do you think of our punch line on this thong ad?"

Tom looked at the wording around an image of a thong. 'Experience the joy of harmonizing with a beautifully made Lotus thong.'

"It's a nothing. Why say beautifully made -- at the price those things cost what do you expect? Harmonizing sounds crap if the thong will give you an itch. So what's left?"

"Young man -- I suggested that theme," said the client icily.

"Yeah well your job is to make and market thongs. Our job is to promote them creatively."

Jed was slowly turning puce but Carl was good for a laugh. "What would you suggest Tom?"

"I'd suggest 'Tame Pussy with an elegant Lotus thong' but we'd never get away with it. So I'd suggest, hmmm. 'Hide it behind an elegant Lotus thong. Er, 'it' being the pubic bone."

The client was now puce and Jed was eye bulging at Tom, drawing a finger across his throat.

"Er, no? Then how about this: 'Covered loving by an elegant Locus thong'."

"You mean Lotus," said the woman. "By god Jed, I think he's got it."

Tom fled.

Sara found Tom hiding in the photo copying room. She tickled him under his chin. "I'm married Tom but don't let that stop you. My husband accepts that what it's like in the advertising industry. In the meantime come with me. You have a desk in my department and you will have the title, 'Ideas Associate, Print Art'. You will have freedom to roam the department and discuss anyone's work with them and sit in on client meetings, walking in and out as you please. Jed says you are to be untouchable; a creative genius like you only comes along every 100 years. Read about yourself on the company's internal website. It will be up without a couple of hours. Here's Claudette to take your photo. Don't get to interested in Claudette. She's gay."

"Oh, how interesting."

"Oh god, a threesome with them. You devil."

* * *

On Wednesday evening Tom dropped in on Julie at the bar. She looked at him nervously and said, "Have you come to cancel for Saturday?"

"No?"

"Well why are you here?"

"I need to find a young woman who believes she is plain."

"You're looking at one buster."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes."

"One of our clients, Simple Beauty, has commissioned us to find a client and do a before and after photo for magazine adverts. It will require sitting for around four hours and for signing a release for use of your photographs you'll be paid $1500 and will receive a check monthly of small royalties paid every time those photos are published. Want to do it? You'll look good for your family on Saturday and you'll be instructed about maintenance measures."


Tom Ch. 01



"Oooh yes. I'm vain enough to want to do it."

"Great, here's our address. You need to be there by 9.30 tomorrow morning. Can you guarantee that? I have assured the client I could find a model by that deadline."

"Yes of course."

"Oh great. Let's have a drink -- beer for me, you have the drink of your choice."

"A soda thanks. I don't drink liquor at bars."

Next day Tom saw Julie after her transformation and the photos looked great.

"I can't believe I could be made to look like this without surgery, said Julie, now streaky brown-blonde and a cute hair style and not one blemish on her face visible.

She kissed Tom appreciatively.

Tom called the Stevens' home on Saturday and was admitted by the new beauty.

"Everyone is raving about me. They know you are responsible."

Tom was introduced and people then sat awkwardly.

"Are any of your women wearing thongs?" Tom asked conversationally. The women looked embarrassed and the men looked menacing. Finally Julie's second youngest sister said she did.

"You could be interested in this. I was accidentally involved in finding appropriate wording for a Locus thong campaign."

"You mean Lotus, I wear Lotus."

Jennifer's husband said, "You have a sweet job. Models for inspiration?"

"No, just computerized art on a big screen. It appeared about to be run through to production for display all over America in billboards and to be published in magazines. I called halt and suggested a zipped up line to the client and our art director."

The shy Jill asked what did he suggest.

'Tame Pussy with an elegant Lotus thong'

"Ohmigod," she screamed, laughing. Other women laughed and the males looked at Tom not at all impressed.

"Tom could we change the subject?" Julie pleaded.

"Well I'm coming to the punch line. My mind revolved in panic and in an effort to save my neck I blurted out, "Well how about this, 'Covered loving by an elegant Locus thong'? The client said Lotus, not Locus and then screamed, "By god, I think he's got it."

"Whew, I'd wondered where that story was leading to," said Julie's mom. It really was interesting Tom. Thank you for sharing with us." She then suggested Julie play part of her new piece.

"It's pretty heavy mom."

"We'd like to hear it darling."

Julie played and the mood of the room deepened and when the three children began yawning Julie stopped.

"Grab your guitar for me Julie and we'll get this mob going."

"You never told me you were musical?"

"Julie, I scarcely know you. Perhaps I should admit I pass wind when I eat onions."

The women looked horrified and the men including Julie's dad though that was tremendously funny.

Julie handed the handsome stranger her guitar and he reached up and patted her butt. 

The room fell silent.

"Right oh. I play and you come in whenever you like babe. Here were go, 'Home on the Range'.

The drinks flowed; the singing stepped up in volume. Julie's mom whispered to her and she nodded and her mom set two more places at the table. People began nominating songs and Tom knew them all and when Julie's mom Dorothy called everyone to the table Tom said he wanted to show off, and would sing everyone to the table. He sang Hank Snow's 'The Texas Cowboy" and everyone loved it, especially his yodeling.

It was a lovely evening and when Tom went to leave all the women kissed him and the guys shook his hand.

At the gate Tom kissed Julie, who was crying softly.

"We had such a wonderful evening," she said. "I've never seen my entire family so lively."

"Well you know now not to play them dirge music," Tom laughed. "Remember Julie, horses for courses. I wish you well with your studies and in your career."

"Goodbye Tom," she said, unable to held back the sobs.

"Find yourself a straight-up guy with a good degree who wants to raise a family with a lovely woman Julie. Bye."

He thought he heard her whisper she wanted that man to be him but he let that one slip by.

More to Come 



Tom Ch. 02



Two weeks after arriving in New York, Tom moved into a studio apartment. His salary impressed him, being far more than what he thought he was worth. He relaxed when Jed told him he paid people what he thought they were worth and he was receiving excellent feedback about Tom from clients who were being charged huge money for advertising services.

Tom was a real hit within Jed's family and surprisingly after that punchy start, he and Carl were beginning to become real pals. And then Tom blew it, allowing his dick to overrule his head. That's a common weakness among men.

Jane had been feeding Tom some of her female friends but when he thought of Jane he speculated she wss top of the heap. He was in his third week in his small apartment when early one Saturday night she arrived at the door, looking a little upset.

"I dated one of my girl friend's brothers and unfortunately he was a groper and started on me without any preamble."

"Do you want me to find him and kill him?"

Jane managed to laugh and said no. Then looking at Tom caught his expression and shouted, "No Tom, Ohmigod. It wasn't that bad. Just some unwelcome fingers."

"Right, I'll grab a jacket. Although it's Saturday night we'll try to find a dinner joint where we don't have to line up and wait."

They tried five restaurants and two ethnic cafes without success and Tom asked one of the two bouncers outside a dine and dance restaurant to find out if they were they full.

"Yes we are."

"Check for me please. Forty says you can get me a table."

"Fifty."

"Don't be greedy."

The guy called upstairs and said a table was required for a VIP couple. The reply came back after a short delay and Tom grinned and handed the guy the tip.

The maitre d' took them to a table still being set against the railing above the few steps leading down to the dance floor. They looked out the other side to the city skyline. The waitress told Jane and Tom that three waiters removed a potted palm to make way for the table. "You have the best seats in the house."

They ate and drank slowly, enjoying watching the foxtrot, quickstep and waltz being dancedm with no rock numbers. All very genteel.

Tom was nodding off when Jane said, "This entire setting is so romantic."

Tom being basically a gentleman smiled and said, "A dance?"

"Oh, I thought you'd never ask."

They moved around this floor adequately, neither able to exhibit flair. Not that it mattered. The floor was overcrowded. 

Jane looked up at Tom and smiled. "Why are you dancing so far away from me?"

"Out of respect."

"I'm in a melancholy mood and have decided I want to sleep with you tonight. Does that make a difference?"

Tom hesitated.

"Every day people on this planet miss opportunities they later regret."

Tom moved in, squeezing her breasts against his chest, feeling his groin and belly against hers. He kissed her bare shoulder and caught the fragrance of quality perfume.

"Glorious."

"Thank you," she said. 

"You make a glorious hooker."

"Why thank you sir," she said, shaking in her giggle. "Ever since your first day in New York I've wanted your best buddy doing its thing with me."

"Are you safe."

"Yes."

"Can I go without a rubber?"

"Yes."

"Um..."

"A rubber as you call it is desirable if you want entry that way."

"What an excellent arrangement."

"I'm so excited."

An hour later with a big sigh Tom slid his dick all the way into his cousin. "This is naughty."

"Very naughty," Jane sighed. "Isn't it lovely?"

"Indeed. I'll attempt to be a city sophisticate and say you have an adorable body."

Jane said thank you. "Do your enjoy fucking?"

"Yes, it's my favorite recreational activity."

"Me too. Really fuck me tonight my darling."

Tom thought, what the fuck -- why not?

He awoke. It was almost 10:30. He remembered with relief it was Sunday morning and not a work day. He turned and saw the delectable slightly rounded belly and the sparse blonde-haired pussy between two strong and yet not overly large thighs and thought he must have some more of this. Tom eased Jane's thighs apart and she awoke, smiled at him and ran a hand down his cheek softly.

"Let me have a pee and brush my teeth first darling."

As soon as Tom was in Jane raised her legs and he placed them on his shoulders. He began thrusting. She pushed back, staring at him. He could feel his knob, deep inside her running forward and back over little runnels or whatever they were called.

He swelled inside her.

Jane squeezed against his cock until he experienced real drag.

He blew.

Jane's face contorted and she whimpered into a succession of shudders.

"Golly wolly Miss Polly," she puffed and brushing her hair from her sweaty forehead heard Tom say, "That really was wonderful. Totally top shelf."

Again, feeling partly dazed, she heard herself say, sounding as if afar, "You sir may have my cunt anytime you wish. More or less." And she heard him say, "Spoken like an attorney. Move in with me."

Jane's eyes popped open. "Ohmigod. Do you mean that?"

"Yes."

"There will be collateral damage."

"I know so long as they blame me and not you."

"They will."

Tom yawned and said so be it.

"Should we talk to them?"

"Nah would be a waste of time. Let's see how long can we remain undetected and when discovery occurs I'll have to let you go. I don't want to come between you and your family. Meanwhile just don't go home. Your parents will call you and all you say is you are sleeping with this guy for a while and you don't want to talk about it. That's being deceptive but you can't be accused of lying."

"All right. And we fuck, fuck, fuck until we're broken apart."

"Right on. And when that happens your mom will work to get the right guy for you so you settle down and continue to work at establishing a brilliant career."

"Oh darling, end of story. What a sad ending."

"Who knows? You may end up being deliriously happy."

Jane began crying and said, "You have an amazing attitude Tom. You will remain forever as an important chapter in my life."

"Then how can it be a sad ending babe? Come on, let's go out for late breakfast."

It lasted another five days. Brother Carl visited and found them.

"Come in Carl," Jane said, just home from work and wearing only a silk robe.

Tom came out in a terry robe. "Oh hi Carl. A drink?"

Mom suspected Jane might be here. "I ought to kill you."

Tom didn't reply. He went over to the kitchen and returned with a carving knife.

Carl looked nervous and Jane said throatily, "Tom!"

Tom tossed the knife into the air and caught it by the blade, handing it to Carl. "There you go. If you are determined to kill me, do it now."

The knife dropped to the floor. "It's mom, she's gotten us worked up. She's a wreck."

Tom picked up the knife and returned it to the bench.

"Jane and I are adults and made our choice. But we have planned this exit. Carl could you tell your folk that Jane will return home tomorrow evening from work, this relationship will have ended. But if her parents refuse to take her back, refusing to accept she was entitled as an adult to do her own thing, then Jane will leave New York with me for some other place. That's all."

"I'll have that drink now if it's on offer. I really don't see where harm has been done but you Tom are now on the outer with other members of the family."

"I'd anticipated that."

"Dad feels betrayed."

"Oh yeah?"

"What does that mean?"

Tom chose to remain silent about Carl's annual visit to Texas. "Here are our drinks Carl. Let's talk about something else. This could be the last time I'll be this close to you and Jane. Let's not misuse this time."

"You know Tom, for a backcountry cowboy from Texas you have the ability to see and express concepts. It's likely you'll be promoted over me although I am the one academically qualified in management and media studies."

"I don't think your father will see it like that, not now."

"Dad doesn't hold grudges."

"I'd accept that but on this front he'll do what Clement says."

Tom went to work next morning and was stopped by a security guard at reception on his floor and given an envelope.

"Am I fired?" he asked.

The security guard nodded.

"Have a nice day," Tom said, stepping into the next elevator and not looking back and not bothering to clear his desk.

He went into a coffee shop and called Jane. "Hi, this will be my last call to you. I've been fired."

"The bastard; the bitch."

"No they are disgusted; let it be."

"I'll get you're a top attorney to get huge dollars for you."

"No, this is more than fair. My salary is paid to this Friday, my severance conditions have been met and over and above that I've received a hundred bucks for every day I've worked for your father's company."

"I could get you far, far more than that."

"This is fair Jane, very fair. End of story. Any news?"

"Yes, mom called. I'm very welcome to return home without recrimination. Carl insisted on that.

"Carl came to your defense?"

"Yes and to yours. But mom and dad insist you are history."

"Fair enough. Look Jane, do this for me please. Get your dad to continue with his annual August visit to mom and dad. Tell him I'll never be there unless he says he wants me there. Bye Jane."

"Bye my darling Tom. Yes, I'll insist dad goes each year. I..."

The phone clicked.

Tom changed his phone number and began visiting agencies to find a new job.

It was a reflective time for young Tom. He'd come a long way since leaving Loving, Texas. He could now look at the heaving breast tops and weaving asses and sometimes the sight of ass cheeks under the short black dresses in Madison at midday without his cock moving from limp mode. He'd been having more fucks than hot dinners and rode elevators courageously. If he still had a job New York would have been paradise for Tom. But there was hope: he'd read somewhere, probably on a toilet booth wall, London's streets were paved with old gold whereas the winds of opportunity blew down the streets of New York. He wasn't sure from where his next big opportunity would arise but the former rodeo rider knew it was simply a matter of hanging on and the bell would ring for him.

Two hookers looked at him with interest. But that wasn't opportunity; they were after his last dollars. Someone had ridiculously alleged to him that street hookers in New York charged far more than thirty bucks a time. Talk about big city inflation: hired pussy was pussy wasn't it?

Tom sighed and put the thought of pussy aside for the moment. Higher priority was to wriggle out of the lease of his apartment without penalty if he could and move into a doss house. That would save big bucks. He continued down Madison wondering about calling Fiona at Briscoe and Partners to suggest a lunchtime quickie. Fiona was a good sort. Well perhaps in a few days. Jane had rather blunted his desire for sex, her appetite being salacious or did he mean unquenchable? Did it matter? Oh well on to the next big thing, not that Jane was not at all big down there. Lost in the thoughts of stupidity about slim thighs and practically hairless unshaven cunts he bumped into a pair of drooping tits.

"Ah ma'am, I do apologize for being a miserable soul swept up in the humanity on New York's streets rife with tit and ass. I wasn't steering properly."

"You certainly were not. You practically winded me. Oh god, you are the Texas genius from Briscoe and Partners."

"At your service ma'am. How much do you charge?"

"What? Oh god you are funny. I've never charged for it in my entire life if you discount being taken out to dinner beforehand and not picking up half the tab."

"I think I get the gist ma'am."

"Shona Peebles of Dayton, Peebles and Sloan."

"Ah yes, I've heard of you. Heart of iron I seem to remember?"

"I lost my virginity before I was ready to sustain that loss and have remained resentful. But enough of me; care to join me for a bite or have you eaten?"

Tom looked at the 43-year-old Miss Shona Peebles and thought yeah, he's sink her one if that was what she was on about. "Which piece would you like me to bite ma'am," Tom said taking a handful of droop.

"Oh god Mr Texas. Unhand me. Wait until we are in a booth. You risk being arrested for manhandling an objecting maiden on the streets of New York."

"I thought you said you had lost your virginity at an early age?" Tom said, removing his hand and quite sure he'd just brushed across a big fat nipple.

"I'm an incurable romantic and when relaxed pretend I'm Alfred Tennyson's Lady of the Lake or any other of a number of ladies of lore."

"Is Lore a brothel?"

"Funny man. Come with me sweetheart and eat and drink and rub my neglected breasts for today we eat and be merry."

"I'm not passing myself off as Mary. I have a thing about gays."

"I'm sure you are dribbling on because you are homesick for Texas. What is your name young genius?"

"Tom."

"Oh Tom, Tom the piper's son?"

"No my dad sells gas in remote Loving."

"God you are the opposite of being romantic Tom but you do express yourself imaginatively."

"Huh."

"Come on dear, in here. Let's conspire to exchange agency secrets."

Genevieve Shona Peebles was raised in England. Her mother was a New Yorker who'd married a southern English heir of exceedingly wealthy but eccentric parents. Her parents relocated in New York for Genevieve to attend university. She changed her name to the shorter Shona when applying for US citizenship. At university excessive drug use brought to prominence the eccentricity that had been endemic in her paternal grandparent's family for several centuries. Shona possessed strong humor and most people thought she was funny rather than odd, at least until they got to know her better. But her oddities were nothing more harmful than being confusing.

At university Shona fell into the intellectually stimulating company of Benjamin Sloan and Caspian Dayton. Ben had graduated in marine biology and Caps zoology whereas Shona, a natural in communication, had been an honors student in media studies. They became high one evening before graduation and decided they should stick together for a while, perhaps in the same field.

"Let's open a new zoo," Shona had said drunkenly. "Or an aquarium."

As they passed around the pipe Caps said he didn't like the smells associated with dead fish and Ben said likewise with zoo smells. Shona came up with the idea of founding a travel agency before she toppled over and went to sleep. Next morning when they awoke and remembered what day it was -- Sunday -- they all went back to sleep. Around 4:00 that afternoon they went out for very late breakfast-lunch and Ben reading a give-away publication promoting businesses for sale said, "Here we are guys, a small advertising agency on Madison for sale. It will be failing for sure but Shona, you have oodles of cash. Should we give it a go?"

"I don't see why not. It sure sounds less work than a zoo, aquarium or starting up a rival to the New York Times."

And so, just over a year later the advertising business of Dayton, Peebles and Sloan entered the profit side of the ledger for the first time and had never looked back.

In the restaurant Shona ordered a chicken salad and Tom a thick 8oz piece of steak lightly seared on both sides and six fries.

"Six fries?"

"Thank you ma'am."

"Selected as long, regular or short?"

"Regular ma'am. And no salad or any other crap on the plate. Got that!"

"Yes sir."

"Thank you ma'am."

"I do believe you are eccentric," Shona said fondly and pressed her knee against Tom's. He pushed back and grinned, knowing a good feed and a fuck and he'd forget about being without work for a while.

"Do you enjoy working at your agency?"

"I was fired this morning."

"What for, seducing the mistress and stealing the silver?"

"Something like that." Tom then told her the story from the beginning.

Shona focused on his bedtime with Jane. If he said excessive sex, how many times did that mean each day?

Tom whispered the number -- a conservative guess really -- and Shona turned chalky and gripped the edge of the table for support.

"Oh god. You guys had it more within a week than I do in 365 days."

"Some of us get lucky Shona."

More to Come



Tom Ch. 02



This is the second instalment in Tom's descent into slavery. It is advisable but far from necessary to read the first episode before reading this one. This works as a stand alone story. 

*

Whilst Tom had been at college he had been kidnapped by three ladies, tortured and humiliated. Although they paid him well the experience left him hurt and confused. In the short term he was in a lot of pain, in the longer term he could not work out if he enjoyed the night or not. Anyway for several reasons Tom decided not to repeat the experience, in time he graduated and got a job. Now things were falling apart, his marriage had collapsed and he was up to his ears in debt. He needed money badly and he thought back to that night when he was dominated. Perhaps he could offer his body to the people who kidnapped him. It seemed the only way to raise a meaningful amount of cash quickly.

The first challenge was to try to track his kidnappers down. This proved surprisingly difficult. The internet may be great for some research (or plagiarism), but it seemed surprisingly difficult to trace a woman if she had changed to name when she married. Tom seemed to spend ages in dingy internet cafes until at last he tracked down one of his three kidnappers. Even then he could not be absolutely sure. He thought it was the same woman, but let's face it when he was kidnapped there weren't many formal introductions. He remembered he had been naked and gagged most of the time. His kidnappers only really wanted to hurt or humiliate him not talk about mutual acquaintances! He was sure one of the ladies had been an accountant called Mel. He remembered her surname was something like Hicks or Higgs or the like. After some research he found a Mel Standish (née Higgins), a partner in a larger accounting firm Cromwell and Cruickshank ('C&C'). The first thing was to think of an introduction. He could hardly ring up and say, "My name is Tom, do you remember the evening when you whipped me and ensured I lost my anal virginity!" It would be quite a conversation if he got the wrong Mel!

Tom eventually thought of a tactic, so he rang C&C and asked to be put through to Ms Standish. He got through to her secretary and had to leave a message he said he was Tom and they had done business some years ago along with Kathy and Stephanie, she might remember the deal was sealed in Kathy's basement. It was a risk he just hoped that Mel hadn't been down to Kathy's basement that frequently and would remember that was where he was taken when they kidnapped him. He left a mobile number.

To his surprise Mel Standish called back very promptly. She was also circumspect, saying she remembered a Tom and such a deal but was not sure if he was the right Tom.

"Well Ms Standish the deal was recorded on DVD for legal purposes, so I am sure you would be able to remember me if you wish to meet."

"Yes, I remember the DVD it is in my files somewhere. It was a great piece of work. I enjoyed doing business with you, are you still in the same line of work?"

"I took a sabbatical Ms Standish but now am available in my old capacity if that would interest."

"Yes Tom it would, I will need to go over your CV and interview you in person, how would you like to meet for lunch? Would next Thursday be convenient? The Old Post Office, Cleveland Close?"

"I would be honoured, what time would suit you?"

"1pm would be good, wear the mementos you took from the last deal if you still have them."

The conversation seemed fairly innocent until one understands that the DVD was a hard core porn movie Mel and her friends made to effectively blackmail Tom, the line of work Tom referred to was prostitution and the mementos were some pink satin panties.

The difficulty was Tom was broke, Mel was clearly extremely wealthy. Lots of people say they will do anything for cash, few really mean it. Tom did, he knew he would put up with any pain and suffer any indignity to get his life back on track. Tom still had the DVD and the panties and knew he would wear the latter if it increased his chances of getting employment from Mel.

On the Thursday in question he was late, he simply overslept, pathetic but true. He was also scruffy. He always was, sadly this was not chic scruffy it was dirt poor scruffy. He looked pretty awful but at least he was wearing the 'mementos'. He told the rather snooty maître d' that he had an appointment to see Ms Standish and was taken over to Mel's table as if he were a leper. The maître d' looked at Mel as if to stay, surely there is some mistake you don't really want to lunch with this 'thing'.

But Mel graciously received Tom and offered him a seat.

"Well, well, well, Tom. You don't look much better than the last time I saw you."

"Well Ms Standish..."

"Mel, please."

"Well Mel, last time you saw me you had whipped me for two hours, poured wax on some pretty sensitive areas, found creative uses for crocodile clips and got a gentleman to do things to me that I would prefer not to discuss in public."

"Yes, I know we had fun! You know I ended up watching the DVD twenty or thirty times. I think I prefer it to Top Gun."

"Thank you for comparing me to Tom Cruise, but somehow I don't remember the torture scenes in Top Gun."

"Point taken, but if you hated our night together so much, I am curious why you have contacted me, a pay off perhaps."

"No, I may be hard up but strangely I have an almost Victorian sense of honour."

"Good, I hoped you would, you would have spoilt one of my fantasies if this had been a shake down, but here come our starters. As you were late I took the liberty of ordering for you. You may remember I like being in control."

As they tucked into their food they both felt the electricity, remembering the night when Mel was instrumental in Tom's kidnap and torture. This said, life had been rather kinder to Mel in the interim.

"So Tom why did you not contact us after the party? If I remember we offered you very remunerative employment."

Yes Tom thought as a slave! But he could not afford to be facetious, "Well Mel, you may remember I was in quite a bit of pain after you finished with me. Your £1,500 kept me going for a bit and by the time I thought to take you up on your offer Kathy had disappeared."

"Yes, she ended up going to Paris for a year, but why did you not try to leave a message."

"I should have I am sorry, at the time I was entering my final year at college and I didn't much want to leave a message that Kathy's 'cum slut' wanted to talk to her."

"Shh! be careful Tom our neighbours might overhear. So why the contact now."

"Frankly Mel life hasn't been too good recently and I thought I may be able to offer you similar services to those I unintentionally offered that night."

"Interesting, I confess I had fun that night, but would you really be prepared to offer me carte blanche? I will make it plain I am not interested in a meet where there are a huge number if rules, well I will do this but not that etc."

"Mel, yes I am prepared to offer you the use of everything I have."

"Mmm. Tom this could be interesting. You will have to let me think about it. Are you absolutely sure on the 'everything'? I don't want any disappointments, I am a busy woman."

"Yes Mel. I will be honest I am pretty desperate."

The conversation went on for only a few more minutes when Mel's mobile went. She apologised and said she had to take the call. After a brief conversation she said she had to go. She took some cash out of her wallet and said Tom should finish his meal in comfort.

As she was leaving she asked, "What about the mementos, we gave you of our last meeting?"

"Mel, I am wearing them I promise."

"Good, finish you meal. The salmon is excellent here. I will give you a call next week."

Tom was left to ponder how the meeting went, no offer per se, but he thought she had taken to him. He would just have to wait to see if she wanted to take things further.

The next week Tom got a text message saying, "The Beefeater, London Road 7pm, don't be late, Mel S."

Tom felt elated, he suspected Mel would want a lot for her money but if he could only raise a few thousand pounds his life would be so much better. Tom arrived at the Pub early and waited outside. Mel arrived in a taxi and simply waved to him, indicating he should get in. He did. 

Mel now told the taxi driver to drive to an address in Docklands. She asked the taxi to wait and said they would only be five minutes. Tom followed her into what looked like a slick city office of a firm of lawyers or accountants. Tom noticed some corporate logo on the wall and the inevitable pretty, efficient receptionist. Mel showed her ID and was directed to the first floor. Tom wondered what was going on, perhaps Mel was trying to get him a job in the mail room at her firm. This was not his idea at all. Could she have misinterpreted his approach so totally? There was nothing for it but to tag along and hope for the best, if she had misunderstood he could perhaps spell things out in more detail later.

The first floor had another logo, and another receptionist. This time Mel asked for Miss Daley and was ushered through to a modern office where she shook hands with a middle aged, formally dressed, lady. Tom was feeling bored and just knew he was wasting his (not very valuable) time.

"Ah, Ms Standish, it is always a pleasure."

"Yes Abbie, sorry I can't sit and chat but I have a taxi and a room full of bankers waiting. This is the man I was talking about; Tom's his name, sort him out will you. I will be back at 9pm."

"Tom sorry about this but Abbie will explain everything, we can talk later." With that Mel marched out the door and ran to the lifts.

Tom was so surprised he just remained standing. Until 'Abbie' started talking.

"Right Tom, I am Miss Daley."

"Do I get the impression Ms Standish has not explained Cartwright and Palmer's services."

"No, to be honest we are old friends and only met up last week for lunch."

"Come on Tom, old friends?"

"Yes Miss Daley, why?"

"Well she told me she had only met you once and you were effectively offering yourself as a submissive whore. In particular she said you agreed to perform any, and I emphasise any, sexual services she asked of you. Is that fair? Friend or whore which is it Tom?"

Tom's confidence went in a trice, he somehow mumbled, "Well perhaps 'whore' is more accurate now you put it like that, but I would like to stress I have only sold myself once and that was to Ms Standish some years ago. I wouldn't really categorise myself as a professional after one night."

"OK Tom, you aren't much good at whoring but we can work on that, now we understand each other. To Cartwright and Palmer you are a whore or perhaps more accurately a professional submissive. We cater for those with dominant personalities like Ms Standish. When she is not around you do as I say and follow my orders to the letter. Right now let's get you cleaned up."

Miss Daley ushered Tom along the corridor to what looked like a health club. "Right Tom this is where we clean you up. This is quite like a normal health club. The only difference is that you do exactly what you are told. Right, find a laundry bag over there and put all (and I mean all) your clothes in it then kneel outside that room on the right and someone will see to you."

Tom did as he was told and put all his clothes in a large laundry bag and knelt naked in front of an office marked 'Registration'. As he waited young women in nurses uniforms passed along the corridor. Few gave him a second glance. Eventually an attractive young woman poked her head out of the door and asked if he was 'Ms Standish's property?' He answered "Yes" and was told to step inside. He was asked to take a seat and was asked the normal bureaucratic questions, name, age, education etc. the only difference was he had a question as to his 'owner'. Half was through Tom crossed his leg and was given a hard whack with a hunting crop. It was made clear he should not cross his legs or cover his balls when on Cartwright and Palmer premises.

After the admin Tom was told to take a shower. He was then given a razor and told to shave himself, Ms Standish had apparently been most clear that all hair other that that on his head must go. Tom was getting cold feet. This was worse than his kidnapping at least they had left him with chest hair.

Tom thought his tactics had been pretty disastrous. He was naked somewhere in the Docklands, his clothes were now either being washed or perhaps shredded, one way or another he didn't have access to so much as a stitch of clothing and was now being asked to shave himself. Furthermore Mel had not even offered him a job (or did professional submissive have 'dates'?). She might not be prepared to pay anything like enough to get him out of his current predicament. 

Tom eventually worked out he had better do as requested, Miss Daley did not look the sympathetic type. Shaving one's entire body is quite an exercise, Geo F Trumper could perhaps shave your face in five minutes but Tom would have liked to have seen them shaving legs or that space between the penis and anus. He covered himself in shaving foam and got to work, first the face, then the legs and finally the, oh so sensitive, pubic region. He had felt naked before, waiting outside the reception room, but now he felt a hundred times worse. He knew he had crossed his personal Rubicon and taken the first step to submitting himself to the life of what was now termed 'a sex worker'. 

After he had finished he knocked on the door of the lady who had been helping him. He was told to come in and face the wall and spread his legs, the lady then carefully examined him as if he were a prospective purchase. She then told Tom to turn around and she examined his front. She did her work slowly and carefully, she was clearly professional, but at no time did she seem to acknowledge she was examining a living, thinking human being, a naked one at that. There were no reassuring words if such could be found. Tom seemed to pass the test as he was told to go to the next office and kneel at the door.

Another lady and another interrogation. This time Tom remembered not to cross his legs and to keep his arms on the rests. He was now weighed, his height measured and eventually asked to lie of a white PVC covered table. An older lady then came in and started to massage Tom, he felt massage was the technical term but if a massage conjures up soothing rubs with aromatic oil by a lady with loose morals, this was no massage, it was more like a wrestling match and one Tom lost comprehensively. The lady probed ever bone and joint from his head to foot, and when Tom said probed it was with a vigour of a Victorian matron (in a very bad mood). Tom was beginning to ache and understand he had passed over a 50% in interest in his body to Cartwright and Palmer. 

At last Tom was ordered to lean across a table and 'present his arse'. This did not sound promising. He was mulling over if it would be needles or enemas. In fact he got both, several injections all done with the care and understanding of a rugby front row forward, a blood sample was taken and finally a cold hard tube was squeezed up his arse. Looking behind him he expected the middle aged dragon who had been ordering him around so far, in fact he saw a rather petite blond. Therefore it was an even greater surprise the force with which the tube was pushed up his anus. Tom had never really understood if the enema did anything useful or if it was just part of the plan to show him that he was really the lowest of the low. One way or another Tom's small tormentor forced a huge amount of water into his bowels to the extent he thought he would burst. The finale was not pretty.

At last the women in the white coats seemed happy and Tom was given an armband and told to wait in a kind of lobby. Tom noticed that all the chairs faced a mirror and the only alternative to watching CNBC was some weights. After a few minutes Tom crossed his legs and tried to go to sleep, as he did he heard a bleep from a small loudspeaker saying, "Slave 101, you have been warned you are not permitted to cross you legs whilst on Cartwright and Palmer premises and you are not permitted to sleep in the 'observation lounge'." Tom uncrossed his legs and started to watch a report on the 'prospects of the building industry in Monrovia', the answer if the reader is interested is that they are none too good, seemingly being pretty similar to Tom's prospects. Tom couldn't fathom why the room was called the 'observation lounge', but didn't really worry, the lack of body hair seemed to affect Tom's curiosity. He got a bit of a hint when the loudspeaker came to life again, "Slave 101, go to the front and place your hands behind your back...now turn around...touch your toes... good at ease". It was now pretty clears he had been 'observed'.

Eventually Tom noticed it was 9pm. Soon after there was another message through the loudspeaker, "Will slave 101 please present himself at door 2 of the observation lounge". Tom went to door 2 and waited but he got a shock when the loudspeaker said "Kneel slave 101, what do you think you are playing at?"

A moment later the door opened and Mel stood in front of him, Tom was relieved and rose saying, "Thank god, Mel I thought you had abandoned me".

"Tom you have to remember I am Mistress here, and you can't rise from your knees unless I give you permission, now let's start again".

Embarrassed, Tim, still naked, fell to his knees. Mel then invited him to rise as per proper protocol.

Mel was carrying a bit bag branded 'Cartwright and Palmer'. She told Tom to find some shorts and a sweatshirt. The black sweatshirt had the inevitable Cartwright and Palmer logo and number 101 on the front. The shorts were Lycra are like cyclists just much shorter. They also had the logo and his number '101'. The bag contained a few more pairs of shorts and T shirts with his number and the Cartwright and Palmer logo. The underwear was black and brief. There were various bikinis and G strings. Tom wondered when he would need them.

After Tom had dressed Mel invited him for a drink, "Sorry I did not give you any warning, I was in a rush and Abbie said they had an hour slot so I just jumped at the chance. I hope it did not come as a nasty surprise when I was registered as your 'owner'. You have probably learned quite a bit about this place. Essentially it provides submissive whores but is also a place where dominants lodge their own submissives. I have been a member for a few years but up to now have used other people's subs and it is all getting a little expensive."

"Great, so I am your economy drive."

"Tom remember where you are, you should finish all statements with 'Mistress'. But no you are not my economy drive you are my fantasy." A young woman appeared in a Cartwright and Palmer T shirt and brief skirt asking Mel what she and Tom would like to drink. Mel ordered for them both, as was the accepted protocol.

When the slave/waitress left Mel explained she had first call on Tom's time and would book ahead whenever possible, "If I do not require your services non slave owning members can book you at a price. 45% of the fee goes to you and 10% to me. A slave can make quite a bit of money if he or she is willing. The downside is that you have to serve men and women and some of the clients may have unusual tastes, remember you said you said at our interview you would do 'everything' Cartwright and Palmer take that very literally. If you don't like being a hooker, sorry submissive, you can resign giving 30 days notice. What do you think? Prepared to give it a go? I like this place and however much fun it would be to install you in some flat, it is here or nothing."




Tom Ch. 02



Tom swallowed hard and said "OK Mel, sorry Mistress, I will give it a go. I should be able to survive for at least a month."

"Good Tom, I am so pleased, we will have lots of fun. The rooms and dungeons here are fantastic and the whole place is so discrete, all the other tenants in the building think this is a law firm's medical centre. Now let's go to one of the dungeons and you can get used to life at Cartwright and Palmer. Oh yes, because subs have to endure quite a bit of pain, you are never asked to service more than three clients a day, with an hour between each. The idea is you are always fresh."

As Mel and Tom walked to the dungeon Mel had booked they ran into Miss Daley. "Ah, Tom so pleased to catch you. Here is your binder with details of your mandatory diet and exercises. Miss Standish will tell you how important it is to comply with Cartwright and Palmer's rules on these matters. Remember Slaves can be sent to our Manchester disciplinary branch if they miss our targets." With that the Dragon bustled off. Tom did not ask Mel about Manchester, after what he put up with and heard today, he had no desire to go to the 'disciplinary branch' wherever it was situated.

Mel showed Tom to their dungeon and told him to get in get on his knees. Mel looked pleased and walked off to change. When she was away Tom thought, "What am I doing? This all started as if I was looking up old friends, now I am naked kneeling on a dungeon floor waiting to be whipped. The real worry is the other clients, Miss Daley was right I am a whore. This is going to be terrible but I suppose I can survive a couple of months make some money and leave." Tom tried to reassure himself.

Mel returned in exactly the same outfit as she had worn the night she kidnapped him, cropped top, leather boots and a micro bikini. She ruffled Tom's hair and told him, to lick her boots, as he was doing this she explained although she liked him she was going to hurt him whipping him properly and not for fun, she paraphrased Oscar Wilde saying, "Each woman whips the sub she loves." 

Mel cuffed Tom to the whipping bench a set to it with a riding crop, paddles and even an old fashioned cane. They all hurt just in different way. Mel seemed to have gained experience since the kidnapping, getting Tom to spread his legs and whipping the inside of his thighs. After she had given Tom a good whipping she brought out what looked like a roller, but instead of being smooth the roller had spikes in it. Mel seemed fascinated at the pain this caused Tom when she rolled it over his penis. She giggled like a teenager. It was pretty clear her pleasure in causing pain had not in anyway diminished over the last few years. After about an hour she saw Tom could not take much more, so clapped her hands and told Tom to get on his knees. Tom then gingerly got off the whipping horse and he fell to his knees. Mel was pleased and after getting him to kiss her boots dismissed him. Tom had somehow survived his first date.

~

Before Tom's first 'commercial date' at Cartwright and Palmer, Miss Daley called him into one of the dungeons. Miss Daley started by explaining 'the position', this was a slave's default pose. When a superior said "The position." A slave had to immediately strip and kneel down opening their thighs and putting their hands behind their back. This was also used as a disciplinary measure so if Tom was late or irritated Mel, or one of the Cartwright and Palmer managers for any reason he knew he would be on his knees stark naked. This embarrassed Tom as although slaves had to be naked in some sections of the building others such as the bars and restaurants most people were fully clothed, often in normal work attire. He hated the thought of stripping in front of so many people, it made him feel cheap.

Miss Daley then explained how all the gadgets in the dungeon worked. Most clients chose to have their date in a dungeon but there were conventional bedrooms if they preferred.

She then asked Tom his sexual orientation,

"Straight, Miss Daley." 

"Have you ever had sex with a man."

"Yes, Miss Daley once."

"Did you enjoy the experience?"

"No, Miss Daley."

"Right then you have some learning to do. You promised Ms Standish that you would do 'everything' and it is against Cartwright and Palmer rules for a slave to reject any date for any reason. Right let's start with a dildo. Tom go to the table and bring me a size 4."

Tom got to his feet and collected the dildo as requested.

"Right, something this size won't go up anyone's arse cold, you will need some lubricant."

Tom said he understood the rules and was confident he could satisfy his dates. Miss Daley was not quite so confident and said he would be required to wear a butt plug for the first few weeks to ensure his arse could accommodate the biggest of his dates. Tom was not happy but knew it was pointless arguing.

Miss Daley then started a DVD, pointing out some of the techniques the actors used when giving a blow job, then how they presented their bottoms when they were being taken from behind. She said he would find it much more comfortable if he tried to relax. Finally she explained how Tom should penetrate a customer.

"Now, show me what you have learned."

Tom took the dildo and knelt down and simulated what he hoped was an erotic blow job, sometimes slow and sensual, then fast and urgent. It was hard work, but Tom knew he could not afford to disappoint Miss Daley. He seemed to pass the test as Miss Daley told him to lie down and lube himself up. This Tom did as he had been taught. Miss Daley the took the dildo and slowly eased it up his bottom.

Tom knew how it this must look, a middle aged lady in a formal business suit fucking a naked boy, but his mind was now concentrating on relaxing his sphincter and simulating ecstasy. The fucking seemed to go on for ages, but eventually Miss Daley seemed satisfied.

This was just like school, the only difference being he was naked and he seemed to be taking 'whore studies' - not a GCSE he had ever come across.

"Well done Tom, your technique is basic, but I can see you are trying hard. I think we will make a decent whore out of you."

Miss Daley said his first dates would be recorded as a matter of routine, she would then give him advice as necessary. He should remember if he was getting bad reports from dominants after the first couple of weeks he would be disciplined and would in all likelihood be expelled, without his earnings being paid out. She said if Tom was to make it as a whore with Cartwright and Palmer he had to concentre on his gay customers.

Tom's first gay customer chose him the following Wednesday. Tom had been in the observation lounge, naked as required, hoping he might attract a date. The first few days had been slow and he was getting bored. The loudspeaker came to life "Slave 101, come to the front and take 'the position'... right now turn about and bend over. grab your arse cheeks and show your prospective date you arse... OK slave 101 go to door 4 and take 'the position'."

Tom did as he was told and when the door opened he saw a middle aged Japanese business man. As he had been taught he stayed on his knees until given permission to rise. With a curt wave his date (a Mr Sato) indicated that Tom should follow him.

When he arrived in the dungeon Mr Sato gave him some underwear and told him to put it on. The pants were red satin with black lace trim, briefish but the most obvious feature was they had a section missing so he could be entered without removing the knickers. Tom did not feel 'high class', this was like being a 'street hooker'.

Tom offered to help his date with his clothes, but was told to go away and stand by the whipping horse. Tom did as he was told, his date then secured his arms and pulled down his pants. He thought this was a bit odd as he had only put them on a few minutes ago. Tom then saw his date liked to see the knickers around Tom's thighs and made Tom spread his legs until they were secure.

Mr Sato then gave Tom a thorough whipping, he mainly used an old fashioned cane but finished with a paddle, giving Tom some relief from the searing sting of the cane. Tom was then told to pull his knickers up and lie in the centre of the room. Tom was then subjected to Japanese rope torture. Mr Sato started by hog-tying Tom and simply watched impassively as Tom's arms and legs began to ache. This amused the date so much he began stroking his penis. When Tom started to cry Mr Sato started masturbating. Tom was in a lot of pain and this was exciting his date. Just when Tom thought his arms were about to be wrenched off he was released and told to get into the position. 

Mr Sato now stripped naked and wandered up to Tom and told him to lick his cock. This did as gently as he could. His date soon got a good sized erection and Tom was ordered to lean over a PVC covered table and spread his arse cheeks.

His date then said, "Tom, I know you are not experienced at taking a superior man. I like seeing your nervousness and your evident uncertainty as to how you should react to my orders. As you must realise I am now going to take you. I will try to be gentle and use as much lube as I can. But remember it is my pleasure that is important and you must make every effort to please me. If you don't I will tie you up in such a fashion as you will think your arms will drop off, and if you make the wrong move they will. I will also give you a bad report, not something an inexperienced whore like you needs."

Tom felt the man's fingers as Mr Sato lubed his arse though the now wet panties and prepared for his first gay fucking.

In the end it was not too bad, the important thing was he had mentally prepared himself that he had to accept it, if he was to work at Cartwright and Palmer. A few days with the butt-plug had also helped. He relaxed as well as he could and followed his date's rhythm, Tom even remembered to gasp with simulated pleasure. After a few minutes his date came so bringing his fucking to an end. Tom then had to clean Mr Sato's member inevitably using his mouth. But he knew the date was now almost at an end so things were easier. 

Lastly Tom was told to strip and get into the 'position' and his date took the permitted one photograph with his mobile. Tom knew that these photos were meant to be for personal use and submitted, but he was always a little worried that they may find their way onto the internet. Arguably as he was now a full time whore he should have been relaxed, but he worried what they might be found after he had stopped whoring.

Mr Sato ruffled Tom's hair, smiling, "Tom you have done well. Pretty boys are put on this earth to give pleasure to men like me. You have found your calling. I look forward to many more dates." With that he left saying Tom could keep the panties. Tom collapsed on the floor relieved the session was over. He came round when he heard Miss Daley say, "Get in the position."

Tom knelt as he was trained. Miss Daley seemed happy she thought Tom had done a good job and Mr Sato seemed to be pleased with Tom's performance and Mr Sato was a rich but difficult customer. She then dismissed him and said he should take the knickers and relax for the rest of the afternoon.

Tom was pleased he had satisfied Mr Sato because he knew he was going to get the sack if he could not please Cartwright and Palmer's male customers. This didn't change the fact that he preferred girls. But sometimes he wondered.

One day Tom was in the sun lounge when he was ordered to entertain "Jennifer" in Dungeon 7. Normally Tom waited for a date, in this case he was met by a slim beauty not more than 5'4" dressed in a PVC corset. Tom wondered how old she was, she did not look more than sixteen but he supposed she could have been eighteen at a pinch. Tom immediately got down on his knees and waited for her instructions. He was going to find it hard to serve a woman who was almost a child.

"So you are my entertainment."

"Yes Mistress"

"What do you do?"

"Mistress, slaves at Cartwright and Palmer have no limits and will do anything you desire and accept any punishments you wish to administer."

"Wow, this will be fun. You have some job."

Jennifer looked as if she were a child in charge of a sweat shop. She evidently could not believe she had a naked slave at her mercy. It seemed she was waiting for someone to walk in and stop her game. This never happened at Cartwright and Palmer unless the salve's life was in real danger.

At first she got Tom licking her boots which he did with his usual professionalism.

Jennifer then tied Tom on the St Andrews Cross, her first strikes were very light. When Tom did not complain she hit him harder and harder until there were some very rosy welts on Tom's bottom. Jennifer seemed fascinated that Tom endured (or was forced to endure) this treatment.

Jennifer saw some silver attachments on a side table and asked Tom what they were for, Tom explained some dominatrixes liked to play with their slaves nipples. She chose a particularly fearsome pair of crocodile clips and attached them to Tom's nipples. These really did hurt and Tom could not suppress a squeal. For a second Jennifer was about to remove the clip. But then clearly remembered she could do anything to Tom she felt like and was going to take full advantage of this privilege. After her initial uncertainty she was now beginning to hurt Tom more than almost any of his experienced dates. After his yelp she decided to gag Tom and she found a large ball gag, this worried Tom as he was now scared she would permanent scar him due to inexperience and possibly a genuinely sadistic whim.

After Tom's bum and nipples it seemed almost inevitable that she would turn on his cock. Tom was getting worried. At first she merely stroked it clearly unsure if there were any limits, as she worked out Tom was not trying to stop her playing with this the most sensitive part of his anatomy she grew braver. She seemed to be daring herself; she began licking Tom's penis. Tom continued standing as impassive as he could manage, he could not stop his cock reacting in its imitable way. Tom guessed this was the first cock Jennifer had ever played with, but she was attempting to play the experienced lady and it was not his position to stop her experiments, even if they were at his expense.

Jennifer now found the electric shock machine. She sat and read the instructions as Tom stood to attention awaiting his fate. To help her play her games she attached Tom hands to a winch and his legs to a spreader bar. It seemed that the bar had been set up for a very tall slave so Tom was now really straining. As if she were conducting a physics experiment Jennifer now attached a couple of clips to Tom's balls and brutally shoved an electrode up his arse without any lube. Tom knew if he had not been doing gay dates such treatment would have really hurt he sphincter, but the butt plugs had done their job. Now Jennifer started playing with the controls, at first the sensation was a small tingle, almost pleasant, but Jennifer kept increasing the current until the pain was indescribable. He felt as if his insides were being fried. He was sure he was going to lose consciousness due to the pain. Jennifer seemed unconcerned, but the device must have been showing the current was in the danger zone. Eventually she stopped and released Tom from his bonds. He collapsed. Jennifer then started whipping him, he could not understand if this was sadism or she wanted him to get up so she could know he was not seriously hurt. Somehow Tom got to his knees.

Now Jennifer knew he wasn't seriously hurt she was triumphant. She seemed to be proud that a young girl could take a, presumably experienced, hooker to his limits. She undid Tom's gag and told him to lick her boots as she ordered some champagne. The Cartwright and Palmer menu offered the option of a dog bowl so the waiter served her with an elegant flute while Tom crouched on the ground lapping up some from the bowl. Jennifer relaxed on the leather sofa and stared at naked Tom, kneeling on the ground before her. After a while she got up and told Tom to stand and spread his legs, she then circled him looking at her handiwork. She looked satisfied, admiring the bright welts on his bum and thighs and a swollen penis and nipples. For want of anything better to do, she gave a few more vicious strikes with the crop including one aimed at the base of his cock, which was all too accurately aimed.

"Well Tom, this has been fun, I have never had the opportunity to torture a slave before. I think I am rather good at it. You will serve me whenever I pass through London, I hope you enjoyed it."

"Yes Mistress, I look forward to your next visit to Cartwright and Palmer." Tom lied.

With that she gave Tom a peck on a cheek and left. Tom fell back to the floor and cried, it took him two days before he could walk properly again, some of the welts too much longer than this to disappear. Tom admitted Jennifer was a very pretty lady but he would take ten gay dates rather than go through such an experience again. Thankfully Jennifer never returned to Cartwright and Palmer whilst Tom was still serving there. Tom's injuries were so bad he was told to take a week off seeing clients and work in the bar, even then he could not wear his normal Lycra shorts and had to wear one of the short Cartwright and Palmer 'tennis skirts'.

Tom had one lovely regular dominant, Terri was in her late fifties but in great physical shape and so very elegant. Terri came in once a month on the first Tuesday. She said he always came up to town to visit her sick sister and liked to relax at Cartwright and Palmer. She didn't know how she was going to cover up these visits if her sister ever died, but seemingly the lady in question had been constantly at death's door since her mid twenties with one ailment or another. Anyway, Terri booked Tom for a date for six months in advance, this reflected very well on Tom's abilities when he was still finding the gay dates difficult and he needed all the credit he could get.

The first time Terri chose Tom he was being disciplined by having to take up 'the position' for an hour at the front of the observation lounge. The punishment does not sound too bad but after about half an hour one's knees begin to hurt and one's thighs ache. By the end one is in a great deal of pain. Anyway Terri brought the punishment to an end by requesting Tom's company in Dungeon 1.

The strange thing about Terri was she seemed to come to Cartwright and Palmer to avoid sex, for the domination aspect of their services meant she could opt out of sex. Tom reckoned if she went to a normal prostitute she pretty well had to have sex, what else was there to do? 

Terri had a commanding personality and although she got to like him, Tom never took any liberties or showed less than total respect. Once when he rose unbidden Terri whipped him hard with her riding crop, the blow to his buttock left a welt that took almost a week to heal.

When Tom got to the dungeon the first time he immediately went to 'the position' but Terri waved him a way. She took him to the St Andrew's Cross and whipped his buttocks, but she was not hitting him hard. She knew it and so did Tom, who was after all a bit of an expert of what various whips, crops and paddles felt like; he must have been beaten thousands of times.

After about twenty strokes Terri stopped and started asking Tom about some of his scars she saw on his back and buttocks. Tom told her some stories trying to make them amusing. He did not identify any individual clients, most of whose names he didn't know anyway, as Cartwright and Palmer took client confidentially pretty seriously.

Terri got Tom to stand in the middle of the room legs spread and examined him. When she looked carefully she was amazed at the number of welts and scars that were still healing. Tom admitted that this was an inevitable consequence of working at Cartwright and Palmer. He had no complaints as he was not forced to work here. He was being honest but he was also conscious that there was closed circuit TV installed in most of the dungeons so it was not a wise move to bad mouth one's employer.




Tom Ch. 02



After this very brief whipping Terri ordered some white wine, a good bottle. Unlike some other dates she allowed Tom to drink from a glass. Terri was fascinated by the job Tom did and seemed to love seeing a naked male kneeling at her feet. Over the wine Tom casually quoted a couple of lines Eugenie Onegin. Terri picked the quote up and replied with the original Russian. 

"Tom, I am surprised and impressed, I was not expecting my whore to have such an education."

"Thank you Mistress, I have a degree in Russian."

"Then why are you working as a hooker where every day brings pain and humiliation?"

"Mistress, I like it here, and to be honest I need the cash. I have made some silly mistakes."

"OK, Tom, I will set you a book to read before my next visit, assuming you are permitted to have books here."

"Oh no problems with getting books Mistress, you know the internet has reached East London."

"OK, you will read Rybakov's 'Dust and Ashes' by next month, if you don't I promise you a proper beating, not the gentle swipes I gave you today."

So Tom and Terri spent most of the sessions discussing literature. They must have looked a pair Terri in her PVC lingerie sitting on the sofa whilst Tom knelt naked on the carpet or laid across her knee as she examined his latest scars and heard his 'war stories'.

This is not to say Terri did not like to flaunt her power on occasions, but it was gentle. She liked dress Tom up in her underwear as she knew how much it embarrassed him and make him strip in public.

On the second date Tom told her about his difficulties with gay dates. She was amazed he had to offer himself to men, but was interested in the psychology and Tom's internal conflicts. She became so curious that she hired one of the House dominants to whip and have sex with Tom while she watched. The House dom was hard; he thought Terri wanted a demonstration of how to handle a slave, so Tom had a difficult 40 minutes.

Terri was the date Tom missed most when he came to retire, he could never read any of the Russian classics without thinking of her staring down at him.

All customers were not so accommodating. Tom was drugged a number of times once with Viagra and once with ecstasy. He enjoyed both dates but felt it was unfair that customers thought that just because he was a prostitute they were entitled to abuse him. They wouldn't dream of doing it to any other of their professional employees.

Tom also had an incident with a lady called Lucy. The date had been fairly predictable with Lucy whipping him on the St Andrew's Cross and then getting him over her knee and spanking him, this last torture she seemed to really enjoy. At length she ordered Tom to go to the whipping horse and she started hitting him with the leather paddle, after a while she stopped. Tom remained where he was, waiting his next punishment when he felt a nozzle of an aerosol against his arse. Lucy then proceeded to spray Deep Heat up his arse and over his cock. For all Tom's self control he sprung off the horse clutching his bottom, the pain was terrible. Lucy found this very funny. Tom tried to control himself but he simply could not continue and crawled into the foetal position, crying like a four year old. Eventually Lucy worked out that she may have gone a little far. So she ordered some ice and pushed cubes up Tom's arse. Lucy insisted that Tom continue with the session, but had to stop every five minutes or so to push another ice cube up his bottom, Tom was relieved that his training allowed him to control his sphincter so well. Lucy kept the date going for another 20 minutes attacking his nipples and finishing things with him licking her calf length boots. His fellow whores had to continue to dose his bottom with ice for many hours afterwards. Customers, particularly those with a sadistic bent, are not to be trusted!

Most of Tom's dates were in Cartwright and Palmer's offices in docklands in the same sumptuous dungeons, being whipped by the same crops and paddles. Sometimes Tom was called to go on 'away jobs'. In general these could either involve a number of whores at a company party or an individual visit to a special client.

Tom attended two company functions, when Cartwright and Palmer sent their whores as a favour to a client. The fact was they had a large number on their payroll so they were one of the few companies who could provide say twenty whores at short notice. In general female whores were in greater demand on these occasions. At the first function the ladies were told to wear yellow scarves and the men had yellow handkerchiefs in their top pocket. The rules said if they were approached by a party-goer who mentioned the word 'Nottingham' in their conversation, they should discretely identify themselves as prostitutes and escort the person to a local hotel and provide whatever services they asked for. Tom was chosen by an older lady in sales and he believed he did his duty. 

The second party Tom attended the prospective client was to bring the phrase 'Green light' into the conversation, to which the whore was to reply 'Red light' (strangely appropriate!). The idea was the prospect of free sex was meant to make people circulate and speak to those from other departments, again Tom provided conventional sexual services. Somehow Tom felt these events devalued his Cartwright and Palmer submissive training. If he had wanted to get into 'vanilla prostitution' he would have, but he chose to be a submissive. He also had reservations about being a prize in a company's 'parlour game'.

Tom only went on one 'home visit'; these were only offered to the most important of clients. Tom was told to go to a very well known lady's estate in Hampshire. For the purposes of this narrative she will be referred to as 'Karen', not her real name. Karen had been on several dates in the Docklands so knew the Cartwright and Palmer rules and what services were provided. Her butler/housekeeper was away for the weekend so Tom was required to help with normal chores around the house, serving dinner on Friday night and Saturday lunch. The only differences to the houses normal routine was that Tom had to wear PVC shorts and Karen took great delight in clapping her hands and getting him to get 'in the position', this meant stripping naked. Tom, of course, did as he was told. He had become something of an expert in stripping off whatever clothes he was wearing in the shortest possible time, one of the many skills Cartwright and Palmer had taught him.

The main objective of the visit was to provide entertainment for a party for three of Karen's close friends on Saturday night. For most of the evening Tom wore a normal waiter's outfit and served the food and wine. After their dinner the ladies retired to the drawing room. Tom served coffee and was in general attendance when Karen suddenly clapped her hands and said, "Tom, the position please." Tom of course stripped and knelt at Karen's feet. Her guests were amazed. As Tom knelt there, Karen explained the services Cartwright and Palmer provided, without giving any details that would allow her guests to track down the company itself.

The party went to the next door room where Tom had set up Cartwright and Palmer's portable dungeon. Karen then invited her friends to experience a submissive hooker. Karen's first guest clearly knew her BDSM and clipped Tom to the travelling St Andrews Cross and set to work with a vengeance; she concentrated of Tom's cock, bum and thighs and seemed to get particular pleasure out of nipple clamps. At the end she had Tom kneel at her feet and lick her evening shoes. She seemed to be having a wonderful time and Karen had to remind her that her other guests wanted a turn. 

Karen's second guest was ill at ease and just wanted to know how Tom lived with the pain and humiliation of the job, Tom tried to explain. After hearing the explanation the guest got Tom to stand and spread his legs and felt his balls, she then gave him a few hits with a riding crop, probably just to ensure Tom was the genuine article. 

The last guest really wanted Tom to lick her pussy. After he had done this she had him over her knee and spanked him. All in all the guests must have had a memorable dinner!

After Tom had serviced Karen's friends he slipped into a pair of hot-pants before serving a last cognac. Karen was very pleased with how the evening went. She was sure her guests had had a memorable and enjoyable time. She said she was too tired to play that night, so they retired to Karen's bedroom. She had the bed and Tom slept on the floor naked.

The next morning he dressed in his shorts and prepared brunch for Karen. She got up, bathed in a leisurely manner and dressed, this time in a very severe latex bodice. She called Tom and they went to the ad hoc dungeon. Karen initially had him on the St Andrews Cross and played a game whereby she aimed to whip every part of Tom's anatomy. This caused her great entertainment as she hit a new part. It was not for Tom to comment, but she seemed to whip his cock and backside many more times than strictly necessary for her game. Karen then seated herself in one of the formal chairs and got Tom to lick her boots, then thighs and finally her pussy. Tom saw that she enjoyed this almost as much as the first game. Karen finished the session by pouring wax all over Tom, her innovation was to get Tom to lie on his back and raise his legs. She said she wanted to pour wax directly into his anus, she wondered if she poured enough wax there she could seal it, what fun she had. Needless to say it was less fun for Tom, when she got the wax on his penis or sphincter it was very, very painful. After this, she ordered Tom to go and have a shower to wash all the wax off himself (it was at times like this he was thankful he was totally clean shaven). He was to report back in an hour's time looking his best.

Tom did as he was bidden, and entered the room and took up the position. Karen started by asking him if she had managed to seal his anus with the wax. Tom confirmed she had, this seemed to give her great pleasure. She said that she had been given a special dispensation from Cartwright and Palmer to take some photos for her album to commemorate the weekend. Tom had been warned of this, so he submitted. She started with him naked, kneeling spreading his buttocks, spreading his legs and the like. She then dressed him up in some of the PVC and latex costumes he had brought. Next came ladies lingerie. Karen said she would get great pleasure wearing some of her panties remembering his poses. Her last request was for him to pose with various dildos, she wanted shots of him licking them and forcing them up his arse. This shoot went on for about two hours by which time Karen was on her second memory card. She promised him that the photos were only for her private enjoyment, but he knew she had enough material for half a dozen magazines if she chose to use it. He didn't much like the idea of his family seeing him like this if Karen ever forgot her promise, but orders are orders and Cartwright and Palmer clearly valued Karen's custom. It was with some relief that Tom got into the company limousine for his return to London.

As time went by Tom got to know Cartwright and Palmer's rules. If a slave had not done his or her quota of clients in a day they generally had to be either in the gym, in the sun lounge or the observation lounge. The first two were mixed but the observation lounge was segregated by sex. Slaves could wear gym kit in the Gym, (brief), bikinis or the like in the sun lounge but had to remain naked in the observation lounge. There was some debate as to where it was best to attract clients and everyone had their pet theories. Tom ended up spending more time in the sun lounge but this was mainly because he wanted to work on his tan from the real sun or the electric alternative. The bikinis Cartwright and Palmer issued were so skimpy that Tom almost felt naked but it was always better to have something rather than being stark naked.

There was also some debate between the slaves as to the best way to get or avoid gay dates. In general it seemed you were in more danger of getting selected for a gay date if you were in the gym, but the correlation seemed marginal at best. All slaves also had to put a minimum of 90 minutes in at the gym each day, so Tom simply stopped worrying and plotting and recognised that gay dates were now part of his job.

As Tom got used to his life at Cartwright and Palmer, he took real pride in his powers of submission. He had dates with men and women and was being fucked by male dominants on an almost daily basis. He knew he gave them pleasure and was only 'gay for pay'. He liked the job and took the pain in his stride. He got to know what clients wanted, the sadists, the people who were really only after a slightly kinky hooker and the poseurs, those who liked dressing up in PVC or latex outfits but were reluctant to inflict real pain. Tom was obedient and gave his clients 'everything' as he promised Mel he would. Now he was quite happy when a day might involve a painful whipping, being taken by a client from behind (dildo or penis) or giving a blow job. It was part of his service. With the potential for extreme pain no date was ever routine, but Tom could now be described as an experienced submissive. 

Cartwright and Palmer prided itself on being able to cater for its customers tastes. One of its services was an extensive wardrobe of costumes. Tom did not get many requests but the most common were to dress as a footballer (tight polyester shorts), a school boy (ditto), a male maid (yes it's the shorts again) or a choirboy. No one really understood why if a slave was asked to dress as a choirboy they were likely to have a very painful date. More common were requests for PVC briefs, shorts or hot-pants or ladies underwear. Most slaves had their own PVC clothes and Tom also had his own panties, it was easier that way. Mel normally wanted him naked but on occasions liked him to wear satin knickers and he had to be ready. 

Almost inevitably Tom had built up quite a collection of clothes and accessories since he joined Cartwright and Palmer, he called it his 'hooker's hoard'. He had lots of creams and ointments mainly for his arse and scars he got from his regular whippings. He had also built up quite a collection of underwear and lingerie. He was not quite sure he needed quite so many pairs of briefs, thongs and panties, but he knew it turned him on, and he felt he had to be prepared for his client's requests. He had also invested in sets of wrist and ankle cuffs, various gags, collars, dildos, nipple clamps, hoods, butt plugs and even a few whips and canes. As Miss Daley had promised Cartwright and Palmer certainly had made him into a professional whore.

Cartwright and Palmer also had a retail side, mainly PVC and latex clothes for both slaves and dominants. Mel loved this service, she would get Tom to strip and meet the salesmen in one of the bedrooms. She got Tom to model all kinds of stuff. She loved to dress him up in tight shorts or hot-pants, she chewed her pencil as Tom struggled to get into the shorts or pants in the middle of the room. Some of the salesmen were from external boutiques and were surprised as Tom was forced to change in public and model the briefest of garments for Mel. Tom hated it, he was quite used to being naked in front of Cartwright and Palmer clients but still felt deep embarrassment when he was forced to strip for 'outsiders'.

By mid way through the third month Tom had been on his one hundredth date. He was still feeling good but knew he could not take the punishment indefinitely. He had regular check ups, mainly he arse (internal and external). Sometimes after a particularly hard date he was advised to rest for a few days. He thought he should be able to manage at least five hundred dates before retiring. Cartwright and Palmer tried to look after its slaves and if a good performer was showing 'signs of wear' they could be sent off to the company villa to recover their strength. Very few male slaves managed two thousand dates. Most would retire shortly after their thousandth; they might then leave the industry, become a 'vanilla prostitute' or become a personal slave. The last option tended to involve much less pain than working in the Cartwright and Palmer stable. Cartwright and Palmer liked to keep in touch with its alumni and if they passed an annual interview they would be invited to do one off dates for example overseas trips or client entertainment. 

Cartwright and Palmer gave Tom a small party when he completed his thousandth date. Mel took him out to dinner. Outside 'the office' Mel treated him as an equal. They had a good dinner and Tom explained he was likely to retire in the next couple of months. He had enjoyed his time at Cartwright and Palmer, he had arrived ill fed, scruffy and broke and now was tanned, fit and confident, but knew he could not take it much more. The question was should he go into 'vanilla prostitution' or find his own dominant. They discussed the options and both felt a part time submissive was the way to go. This meant putting himself up for auction. Technically he would be auctioning himself for six months but most personal slave positions lasted much longer. Tom knew he could always return to Cartwright and Palmer after he had given his body a year or so to recover, their retirement age was thirty-three and even this was sometimes extended by a few years.

When Tom told Miss Daley he wished to put himself up for auction, she said she would be sorry to see him leave but would start on the arrangements. The first thing was to get some pictures taken, he was required to pose both clothed and naked. Next Tom had to fill out a standard form giving potential purchasers an idea of his skills. Tom felt it odd when he wrote he wished to have a female owner, he had so many male dominants during his time with Cartwright and Palmer he was sure he would miss the gay sex. Lastly he had a videoed interview with one of the staff, so potential purchasers could see something of his personality.

The photos and video were then uploaded to Cartwright and Palmer's secure web site, with the notice that the auction would be in a month's time. Potential purchasers were encouraged to book Tom for a date before the auction to get first hand experience of his services. They were also advised Tom would be on show on the night of the auction. As the date of the auction approached Tom's diary filled up with him often have the maximum three dates a day. His last date was on the Monday before the Friday auction. This was to give his body a few days to recover from light bruising and welts. Tom then had his hair done and was given a full body shave to ensure he looked good on the night.

On the night Tom was given a mild aphrodisiac to ensure his cock was looking its best, told to oil himself up and to dress in a Cartwright and Palmer bikini. He was then told to go to the sun lounge where all those being sold could be viewed. A stage had been put up and the slaves were told to take 'the position' and let the customers view them. To add to the sexual tension all the slaves wore collars and cuffs which were attached behind their backs. The slaves knelt impassively as potential buyers discussed their merits and talked about what they proposed to do with their slave.

The bidding was in person, by telephone and the internet with the process being streamed live. The bidding was for a six month contract of service, it was then up to the slave and owner to negotiate extensions if both parties wished to continue. For the first six months the slave had to agree to do 'everything' as per Cartwright and Palmer rules.

Prices were normally were about £20-30,000, with girls going for about 25% more than men. Cartwright and Palmer were professionals and did all they could to could to increase the anticipation. When the bidding started, the slaves were moved to the observation lounge and were brought back one at a time. 




Tom Ch. 03



A deal was struck. Tom would live with Shona and he'd work in the company's weakest area -- female apparel. She was already aware that Locus Thongs (Didn't he mean Lotus Thongs? Shona had smiled) were currently the market leader.

The two partners greeted Tom's recruitment with sighs. 

"Shona occasionally comes in with a stray," Ben yawned. "Earn your salary and you can fuck her till she'd blue in the face for all I care."

Tom grabbed Ben by the shirtfront and would have popped buttons had Ben not been wearing a polo shirt, buttons undone. "Apologize or I'll swipe you into tomorrow."

"Er I apologize for my churlishness."

"No, apologize for being rude about her," Tom snarled.

"Just do as he says," Shona laughed and Ben obliged.

Caps asked nervously, "Shona said you didn't go to college Tom. Did you make high school?"

"Yeah, I attended some days for football and that kind of stuff and I liked English language study and doing projects. Every one wanted me on their project team because I pushed the right buttons."

"You had sex during classroom time?"

"No birdbrain. I was the ideas guy."

Shona said proudly, "Tom came up with that terribly creative line for Lotus Thongs."

Her two partners looked at Tom. 

"Come on Tom, who did that work?" said Caps and Ben nodded in support.

"Are you calling Shona a liar?" Tom roared, advancing on Caps who backed off until he was practically espaliered against the wall.

"Retreat Sir Tom," Shona called sweetly. "My honor is intact. You have scared the crap out of the knave. That is punishment enough."

Tom returned to stand beside Shona. Caps wiped his handkerchief across his forehead and said, "Well Tom, it will be interesting having you around here. Welcome aboard. I'm placing you on a base salary of forty thousand. The more productive you become the higher will go your salary."

"Thanks Caps no hard feelings. I won't shake hands because gays have weak wrists."

"What's this about being gay? I'm married with a kid and Ben has gotten the woman he lives with pregnant?"

"But I thought..."

"Ah, Shona told you the story Ben and I roomed together at college and that meant we must be gay. So she sacrificed her body to engage us in regular threesomes to lead us to salvation?"

"She didn't mention anything about a sacrifice to readjust you guys sexually. She implied she was virginal."

"Shona!"

"Sorry guys. Tom has the knack of inspiring me. What he's done for Locus ("Lotus!" chorused the three guys)is truly amazing for someone from Loving, Texas, wherever that is."

"The state of Texas is way south of here," Tom began.

An over-weight young woman called Melissa kept crossing her legs whenever Tom came near.

"Do you have a problem with me Melissa?"

She bowed her head shyly. "My friend Fiona works at Briscoe and Partners."

"Oh Fiona, now there's a good fuck and a charming young woman. You're safe Melissa. I only like them like Fiona, practically no meat on the bones. Give her one for me Melissa."

"Mr Briscoe!"

"I meant a kiss darling. What are you working on -- you look stumped?"

"This client is after greater market share. She's asked us to pitch."

"What's the product?"

"Bras with colored metallic inserts."

Tom rolled about laughing.

"Mr Biscoe!"

"Call me Tom. God you women are so funny but I quickly apologize for saying that. It's what is called not being PC isn't it?"

"Very much so."

"Give me her letter and pass me that felt pen."

Tom scrawled over the letter, 'Come in here carrying one of those cute bras and I'll show you what to do to sell millions. XXX Tom'.

"Here you go Melissa, pop it into the mail and sit back and wait."

"I can't send her this. Mrs Stokes will be outraged. She's a top designer."

"If you don't reply to her she will complain about you Melissa and it could cost your job. Advertising agency is a ruthless business as you well know."

"Do I?"

"Believe me Melissa. Look at those two gays looking at us, wondering about firing us."

"But you just started here today?"

"Ruthless I said."

"God yes. I'll mail this out now. At least I'll look busy."

* * *

Riding fearlessly in the elevator to Shona's apartment that he would find repressive, being stuffed with furniture with pink and cream décor, Tom lifted her dress hem and cupped her vulva.

"T-T-Tom. Security cameras."

"I'm not plunging in fingers so what has anyone looking at the tape have to beef about?"

"I-I really don't know."

"I didn't think so. You romantic types are only good at the summit. You like to avoid the valleys and smaller hills in the trials and tribulations of getting there?"

"Tom, you have expressed that wonderfully."

"Don't fuss Shona. It's just how I see it. Now please pull your panties aside so I can slip in a couple of fingers."

"Yes Tom."

In the apartment Shona installed Tom in her bedroom and then went out and returned with champagne.

"Beer?"

"I'll get some tomorrow."

"That's fine. Undress while I watch."

"Oh Tom, I'm forty-three and have long lost my girly shape. My tits actually hang out the sides when I'm being fucked unless I remember to gather them in."

"Oh way out," Tom grinned, his erection now bursting to emerge.

The nipples were unbelievably large -- thumb size, well, getting that way. He sucked them and Shona groaned, patting his hair and moaning "My baby, my baby' and had orgasm after orgasm.

When attempting to slide in Tom became red-faced with effort. She was so tight. He ejaculated before he was halfway into docking fully. 

"God Tom, I'll never be able to get my thighs together again."

"That's rubbish. Look at the size of bull calves some cows have; real monsters. But within a few days the cows are back to normal size under the tail."

"I-I'll accept your counseling," Shona said weakly, alarming images of her calf-size cunt sweeping through her mind.

Shona would later recall that as the grandest night of her life

More to Come



Tom Ch. 03



This is the third and final instalment in Tom's descent into slavery. It is advisable, but not strictly necessary, to read one of the first two episodes before reading this one. 

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Kathy had just bought a slave! He was sitting beside her in her Range Rover as she drove back from the auction. Tom had voluntarily sold himself into slavery and now he was hers! This had been an ultimate fantasy of Kathy's for years and she never for a moment thought it might come true. Her mind was racing as to what she would get Tom to do and how she would abuse him and the pleasure they (or rather she!) would have. 

When Kathy arrived home she opened the boot and was about to help Tom with his stuff until she remembered that he was meant to be a slave. She was going to have to get used to this and act accordingly, so she merely turned on her heel and told Tom to bring the boxes into her hall and come and find her when he had finished.

Kathy went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine and waited. She pretended to read her mail but she could not concentrate, she read and reread a flyer advertising double glazing, waiting, waiting for Tom. After about ten minutes there was a soft knock at the door and Tom appeared and immediately fell to his knees saying that he had had brought the boxes in as ordered.

"Right Tom, strip and go to the living room. I want to see what I have bought." Kathy loved the sound of her words and all they indicated, about the fun she would be having for the next six months. When she got to her living room Tom was naked kneeling in the centre of the room.

"OK, stand and spread your legs."

Tom did as he was told without comment. Kathy started to admire her purchase. He was in good shape, all Cartwright and Palmer slaves were. Over the last year he had been on a strict diet and fitness regime. Kathy idly stroked Tom's buttocks noting he had kept his boyish looks and his muscles were not overly prominent, he looked healthy not a body builder. As she circled him she started to look more carefully, she began to notice welts from the whippings he had endured over the last nineteen months, this fascinated Kathy. She got down on her haunches and started to examine the scars in more detail, and asked Tom (her slave!) about them.

"Well Mistress, I think I have been whipped about 40,000 times over my time at Cartwright and Palmer. Most of the welts will go away by the end of the month. I will then be left with a small number of permanent marks that I will carry to my dieing day." Kathy saw some older dull looking scars and touched them feeling the damaged skin, most of these were on Tom's buttocks but there were a few on his thighs, particularly on the sensitive skin between Tom's legs. Kathy was spellbound. She stood and saw that her touching his scars had caused Tom to become aroused, neither of them made any comment.

"Right we are going to have to get your arse back into condition, I will only use a paddle for your first few weeks and from then on we can monitor progress. OK Tom put your clothes back on, I will show you your room." Tom put on his (very short) shorts and T shirt and followed Kathy to his bedroom. A nice airy room at the top of the house. Kathy had not made many changes to when it was her fourth guest bedroom, she had only really put dark blue satin sheets on the double bed and attached wrist and ankle cuffs to its four corners. She was still not quite sure what cover story she was going to use to explain Tom's presence but she felt it was better to put him on the top floor where he could be hidden if necessary.

"OK, Tom bring your boxes up, I will decide where everything goes."

The first box was toiletries, Tom seemed to have a vast number of creams and cosmetics. The second box was books which Kathy told Tom to take to her library. She had not looked in detail but was impressed by some of the covers, it looked to be high brow stuff. The third and fourth boxes contained T shirts and sweatshirts many with the Cartwright and Palmer logo.

The fifth box was more interesting it contained Tom's collection of fetish toys. Kathy saw it had sets of wrist and ankle cuffs, ball gags, open mouth gags, collars, dildos, nipple clamps, hoods, butt plugs, whips and various devices that were totally new to her. What surprised Kathy was the quantity, she could for instance understand Tom having a dildo but he had five! Kathy told Tom to take his stuff to the basement and that they would organise it later, she looked forward to an explanation of what everything was needed for.

The real surprise came next, three boxes of underwear! This came in all descriptions from PVC to ladies knickers. Kathy was amazed by the quantity (and in some cases the quality) she emptied the boxes on the double bed and lazily examined some of his collection.

"Tom, why do you need quite so much underwear?"

"Well Mistress, you must remember I have been in a brothel for the last year, these are very much my working clothes. I used them for 'client meetings'."

Kathy could barely suppress a giggle, he was right of course and she could not wait to get him into some of these skimpy outfits. She picked up some at random. It was evident Tom liked PVC, he seemed to have shorts and briefs in every colour and description. There were a number of pairs of swimming trunks, they tended to be brief or tailored, with some in pretty exotic colours. He also had quite a few pairs of ladies knickers, he seemed to prefer satin. She picked up a red pair which had a hole in the rear evidently to allow Tom to be 'taken' whilst still wearing them. It dawned on Kathy she really did not know what Tom had to endure when he had been working at Cartwright and Palmer. It had probably been rather more 'hard core' than she thought, after all he had fulfil his customers' fantasies (absolutely no holds barred) and there were some pretty unusual people out there. She wondered what he had been asked, no compelled, to do. She looked forward to hearing some of his 'war stories' they might give her some ideas! It was going to be difficult to restrain herself because she wanted to do so many 'evil things' to her new slave, but she realised there was masses of time and she should take things slowly.

"Right we better eat, Tom do you cook?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good, go down to the kitchen and prepare us something. I feel like a salad, see what you can find in the fridge."

As Tom went to the kitchen Kathy twirled one of his bikinis round her index finger and wondered. She had been thinking of the dining arrangements. Initially she thought it would be fun to make Tom eat out of a dog bowl, but decided that this wouldn't be practical long term so she would reserve this for punishments or if she wanted to show him off to her friends. They would therefore eat together. Kathy thought of those cheap pornographic books she read with such pleasure, they may be fun but did not really give any advice on how to deal with a slave in the real world, she would have to learn as she went along.

Kathy reached over to the bedside table and reached for the telephone, she had to call Mel.

"I got him."

"How much?"

"£21,500."

"I thought he would go for more than that."

"There was some pretty stiff competition; one statuesque blond went for £165,000!"

"Wow, for a six month contract. I bet it was Natalia."

"You're right, how did you know? I think the fact she said she was totally Bi and would accept either a male or female owner may have helped."

"You're right, I saw her on the Cartwright and Palmer web site, lovely body."

"I hope she goes to a good home."

"Kathy you shouldn't worry, all bidders are checked out. I had to vouch for you. I believe if either Mr Cartwright or Mr Palmer hear that a slave has been seriously injured, the 'owner' gets a visit from a well built Russian gentleman."

"Good, now I have Tom here, what do you think about restaging the kidnapping?"

"We could but you must remember that it won't be the same, for one he has been taken by several hundred men since Greg gave him his first taste. But count me in. See what Stephanie thinks."

"OK, I will call her now. One way or another you must come over. It is time for one of our dinners."

"Thanks for the call Kathy. Congratulations on buying Tom, I am sure you will be happy, you horny devil."

Kathy then called Stephanie, who had also been in on the kidnap of Tom.

"Stephanie, Kathy here, you will never believe what I have done. I have 'bought' Tom, you know that guy we kidnapped."

" 'Bought', what planet are you on Kathy? We are not in the seventeenth century! You can't buy someone, do you mean he has accepted a job?"

"No, I really mean bought, he is mine for six months body and soul. It is all legal, or I think it is. He is happy with the arrangement, he really is mine."

"Kathy, are you sure you have not been at the pills?"

"No, come around and I will introduce you. I was meaning to invite you, as Mel and I want to rerun the kidnapping."

"I would be very keen to meet Tom again Kathy, but I am not on for a rerun. To be honest I am pleased he is OK, I felt rather guilty about the whole incident. Don't get me wrong I enjoyed it, I loved trapping him, but afterwards I was worried we really hurt him. I confess I am not into your and Mel's BDSM kink."

"OK Stephanie, then what about just getting together to watch the DVD, you said you had done a 'Director's cut' version. To spice things up we can all wear the same outfits we did on the night. It will be fun to see if Mel can keep that bikini on this time!"

"That would be fun, next Saturday?"

"I will organise things and let you know timings etc."

Kathy leaned back on the bed which was still covered in Tom's underwear and wondered how things would play out. At that moment Tom appeared and knelt at the door saying her food was ready.

"Tom, we will eat together. I am sure this is not the Cartwright and Palmer way and I reserve the right to have you on the floor, but I need to explain your duties." Tom brought his food in from the kitchen and sat down at the dinner table.

"Right, Tom initially you will be responsible for cleaning cooking etc, the 'maid's' duties. You will also help with my catering business as I direct. I will give you instructions about sex and punishments as and when. The story is that you are an old friend and that you are staying with me until you find your own place. We will deny that we are sleeping together, but no one will believe us and I don't care much. Is that OK?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Oh yes, I have invited Mel and Stephanie over next Saturday, so we can relive your kidnapping. Stephanie will show the non-edited version of the film you so ably stared in."

Tom thought he would enjoy seeing Stephanie, he always wondered what his life would have been like without that night. Undoubtedly different. Better or worse, who knows?

Kathy was so nervous she could barely eat anything, so after about half an hour of picking at her food, she decided to look over her property, "Now Tom, strip down to your underwear." Tom did not look in anyway surprised at the turn of conversation and rose and removed his sweatshirt and shorts. Revealing a very small, tie side bikini. Kathy loved those bikinis as they were so insecure, one pull and they were off. The central sections, front and back were much smaller than on a normal bikini. The great thing about Tom being shaved was there was no unsightly hair.

"Right, I am going to change, you get a bottle of champagne and meet me down in the basement."

Kathy looked in her closet, was she to wear the latex leotard body, a latex dress or PVC lingerie? Eventually she plumped for the dress with a narrow spiked collar. When she got down to the basement she saw Tom was waiting standing to attention holding a tray with the champagne. Kathy had spent considerable time on the basement since the kidnapping. She had instalment a double bed covered with a black PVC sheet and equipped with restraints at each corner. There was now a proper whipping horse and St Andrews Cross, both covered in shiny black PVC.

She had also installed a TV on one wall that was playing Tom's promotional video from Cartwright and Palmer. This showed him being dominated by both male and female dominants. These sessions had been tough even for as experienced submissive as Tom as he was put through his paces. 

Tom had arranged his collection of fetish equipment on a black satin covered table set against one wall, so Kathy was all set. The first thought was what to do with Tom, she liked the St Andrews Cross but the problem was it made it hard to get at Tom's bottom and she really wanted to explore this as well as his cock. To give her desires this flexibility she buckled cuffs onto his wrists and winched him up on the pulley.

Kathy's first port of call was the dildos, she brought them in front of Tom and asked him why he needed so many. Tom explained that as he had been taken by more men his sphincter had expanded so he had had to keep buying larger dildos. Kathy was impressed, the largest was rather bigger than she would have been happy with, but she decided to try the one down. She rolled up her dress and started edging the beast into her pussy, watching Tom's face she increased the speed, it felt good very good. Kathy felt totally wanton doing this in front of Tom but rather liked the feeling. She stopped herself before climax, as she wanted to experience a lot more before taking that step. She removed the dildo and wiped it on the front of Tom's bikini before letting him, or rather forcing him, to suck it. She became curious of Tom's anal abilities so she started to force the dildo lubricated by her juices and his saliva up his butt. It took some pushing but she finally pushed it all the way in. She re-covered his arse with the bikini and told him to keep the dildo up him until she decided to remove it. This would give him something to think about! Whenever Kathy saw the dildo's end begin to put pressure on Tom's bikini she gave it a good slap, it was staying up 'there' until she said otherwise.

With Tom's arse fully occupied Kathy could not insert any of the butt plugs. Solely in the interests of science she decided to see how one felt on her. She lubed it up and placed it on the whipping horse. She had never experimented anally with her boyfriends so it took some time for her to insert Tom's smallest plug. She found she liked the sensation, and thought, how erotic it would be to have one in during the day, perhaps visiting clients with one in! Seeing how wide the largest plug was reminded her that Cartwright and Palmer had insisted Tom turn gay tricks and how they would have used but plugs to train his arse.

Kathy had not offered Tom a glass of champagne, partly because he had his arms chained above his head, but to compensate she ordered him to open his mouth and poured some from her glass. She didn't stop he could take no more and liquid ran down his chin and chest. She wondered what the sensation was like when it reached his cock.

Kathy then asked Tom about all the gags he had. Tom explained that his customers tended to go for the ball gag, he didn't mind as it was quite comfortable. The O ring gag was useful as it kept the mouth open, it tended to be used by male clients who wanted him to suck them off. Lastly there was the penis gag; it was similar to a ball gag with a rubber penis/dildo forced in the wearer's mouth. Kathy examined them and decided Tom should start with the penis gag. She now had two dildos in him at once! He looked good but sadly she was forced to remove it as she was still curious about some of the rest of Tom's toys.

Kathy then picked up the leather hood, the use was self evident. She asked Tom about it, he said he didn't use it much, as most clients liked to see his pain. One female client had asked him to wear one, seemingly so she could imagine she was torturing her ex. Kathy laid the hood aside as she wanted to see her slave, every inch of him.

Now Kathy looked at the nipple clamps, most of them were easy to understand. There was a pair of vicious looking crocodile clips, a pair connected by a silver chain and several pairs that had weights attached, the cylindrical weights were marked 100g, 200g and 300g, the last of which seemed very heavy. Some of the clamps were less obvious, one pair consisted of a tweezer type contraption, Tom explained that by pushing a small slider up or down the 'tweezers' they could be tightened or loosened, the benefit was these clamps were very light and could be worn for longer periods. Another set of nipple clamps had a second longer chain attached in the middle, initially Kathy was curious until she saw when she attached the first two clips to Tom's nipples the third clip rested near Tom's balls, it became obvious what it was meant for. She liked this and thought she would have fun getting Tom to wear it. One quick pull would cause immense pain and instant obedience.

Kathy now seemed to be getting to the end of Tom's hoard. She placed his collection of whips, paddles and canes with those she had bought; she was pleased to see he had a cat-and-nine-tails. The ankle and writ cuffs were also placed to one side (she suspected one could not have too many of this sort of thing) as was a heavy leather harness that Tom would look great in. That left two items, one was a heavy chain with a lockable clasp at one end, it was pretty obvious this was to fit abound a slaves balls so he could be taken for a 'walk', it looked fun. The last item she had never seen before, it was a heavy circular ring that could clearly be opened. Tom explained this was a balls stretched and was placed at the top of the testicles. Kathy was surprised at its weight and tried it on Tom who winced at the pressure.

Kathy had never had such a full education in the Fetish scene but realised Tom was literally a professional in the field. He had been trained by experts and forced to submit to a long line of clients' fantasies. He had all the experience anyone could want. She now felt tired, it had been a long day. She therefore released Tom, removed the dildo and said he should lie naked spread-eagled on the PVC covered bed. He did so and Kathy attached the restraints, not too tight so Tom could move a little. 

She looked down lovingly at her own naked slave! She could barely believe she had gone through with her plan. As Stephanie had said, you couldn't buy a slave in the twenty-first century, but she had. From what she had seen so far Tom was very well trained and seemed to accept his position. She gave his penis a quick feel and kissing Tom on the cheek left him in total darkness. They both had a lot to think about, life had greatly changed for both of them since that morning.

Kathy was tired, but when she got to bed she couldn't sleep, it was if her whole body was wired with sexual tension. Later she thought she might have dozed for half an hour now and then but she had had very little sleep by the time she finally got bored and got up at six o'clock. She would have liked to play with her new toy for the whole day but unfortunately she had a meeting she could not put off.

Kathy went down to the basement and was irrationally relieved to see Tom was still tied to the bed. She was surprised to see him sleeping soundly. She sat on the bed and gently stroked his hair and then could not resist doing the same to his cock. Tom gradually became erect without waking, he must have been having a lovely dream. Eventually she woke him and released his bonds. 

"Good Morning Tom, welcome to your first full day as my slave."

"Good Morning, Mistress."

"Tom, I have to go out, I should be back by eight. Feel free to eat whatever you can find in the fridge and try to bring a bit of sense and tidiness to this house if you have any time." With that she kissed him on the cheek and was gone.




Tom Ch. 03



~

As she promised Kathy got back at around eight. At first she was struck at how clean and tidy the house was, Tom had certainly been busy. When she went into the living room she saw him, kneeling naked, head down and hands behind his back. What a divine sight after a hard day.

"Good evening Tom, you can get up. I am going up to change we will eat at nine o'clock."

After a relaxing bath Kathy dressed with care, this was an important evening. She decided on black lingerie, a micro short PVC mini skirt, black chocker and a white satin shirt. She had an important presentation to make and wanted make the right impression.

They ate dinner together. Kathy was surprised the food was excellent; she would not have guessed that Tom was a cook. She could imagine Cartwright and Palmer giving instruction on sexual technique but surely not cooking lessons. After a glass of whisky they wandered into the living room. Kathy then clapped her hands and asked Tom to get into 'the position'. In a moment he was kneeling naked in the middle of the room. "Tom, I now have to collar you. As you know the collar is the symbol of your submission to me. As such the presentation of the collar is important. To start with are you prepared to service me, body and sole, and to wear my collar as an acknowledgement of this?"

"Yes Mistress, I would be honoured to wear your collar."

Kathy had to suppress a sigh of satisfaction at those wonderful words. She produced a plain calf leather collar; it was about an inch wide and polished to a high sheen. She had had it made to fit Tom's neck so it closed with an almost invisible clasp at the back. It was designed to be as discrete as possible.

"Tom you will wear this at all times, except when we are out in public together."

"Thank you Mistress, this means a lot to me."

After the formal collaring ceremony Kathy asked Tom to sign the official Cartwright and Palmer contract agreeing to his six months of slavery. He did so with no hesitation. Kathy was elated, he was formally her slave. She now relapsed into a playful mood as she amused herself with her toy for the rest of the evening. She teased rather than tortured Tom. Although the games were designed to please her, it was evident that they also excited Tom. One of the advantages of keeping a slave naked is one can see how much he is enjoying the games. 

This time Kathy could not resist taking her toy to bed, she lay back on her bed spread her legs and told Tom to get on with it. She felt wanton and revelled in the feeling, after all how many women could say they had a real 'sex slave'. They were both so incredibly turned-on so there was little need for preliminaries. Kathy was so desperate that she could not have waited. They were soon rolling around the bed in the tightest most urgent of embraces. Tom's technique was excellent but as with all good sex what made it special was the urgency and animal desire. As soon as Kathy had recovered from one orgasm she was demanding more and Tom was only too happy, willing and able to oblige. Kathy had never felt anything like this degree of ecstasy, she could not begin to put her feelings into words, it was perfect, just perfect. Kathy knew already Tom's purchase would be the best money she ever spent.

The next day, Tom served Kathy her breakfast in bed as ordered, when he came to take the tray away Kathy was up and said, "We have an appointment for 11am, we are going to get you pierced."

They drove a few miles to a shop advertising ear piercing and were immediately shown through to the back room where the lady did the actual piercing. The lady was of Asian origin, probably in her thirties, attractive and wearing a sort of nurses' uniform. Tom was impressed that the room was extremely clean, very much like a doctor's surgery, rather than the tattoo parlour he had feared.

Kathy said, "Thanks for seeing us, as you know my boyfriend and I have decided to get his nipples pierced and were wondering if we shouldn't also get his balls done at the same time, can you show us the options?" Before the assistant could reach for her portfolio Kathy said, "OK, Tom undress for the lady and let's see the possibilities."

Tom stripped naked except for his collar, embarrassed that Kathy had not warned him what was coming as he was wearing a very brief thong. He sat on the type of chair he had seen in dentists' surgeries, wondering how many of the assistants' customers were clean shaved like he was. The assistant got Tom to spread his legs and then proceeded to explain all the places in the pubic area one could get pierced. She started talking to both Kathy and Tom but gradually turned her attention solely to Kathy as she was the only one asking questions and making comments. Tom felt the assistant's cold hands as she manipulated her penis showing Kathy the places where he could be pierced. After twenty minutes of this Kathy said, "OK, something for us to think about. Will you pierce my boyfriend's nipples whilst we think? We have bought some rings with us, will they work with his nipples?" Kathy handed over two silver circular barbell rings with a 'K' engraved on each 'ball'.

The assistant got to work while Kathy wandered up and down the surgery thinking. The piercing was painful but the assistant seemed to try to minimise the discomfort. Tom mused that this was the first time someone had handled his nipples and tried to minimise rather than maximise the pain for a very long time! He wished he had his trousers on and desperately tried to ensure he did get aroused but the harder he tried the worse it got until he was painfully erect. The assistant smiled slyly saying he should not worry as this was quite normal when people got their genitals pierced. 

After the assistant had fitted the nipple rings Kathy said, "Thanks, my boyfriend and I have thought it over and we will pass on getting his balls pierced at the moment." Tom thought it was nice that Kathy referred to him as her 'boyfriend' and made it seem that he was party to the decision but felt the fact she had not asked for his views once during the whole process might have given the assistant an indication of where the power resided in the relationship. The assistant must have worked out Tom had no influence at all on if and how the most sensitive parts of his body were pierced.

Outside the shop Kathy kissed Tom on the cheek and said, "Great, I have marked my slave."

Saturday finally game. It was agreed that the party would in no way be a rerun of Tom's kidnapping but it would mirror the evening in many ways. Therefore Tom dressed in the PVC hot-pants, this has been a great humiliation on the original night but after a year of Cartwright and Palmer, he was now very relaxed in such a get up. The girls wore the same outfits that they had during the kidnapping; Stephanie was in a black PVC bra and panties set with matching garter belt and suspenders, Kathy was in her high cut latex 'body' whilst Mel was in a latex cropped top, her breathtaking tiny latex bikini bottoms and some patent leather calf high boots. 

Tom then served dinner. The girls ate the same salads and drank the same chardonnay. After the meal they went down to the basement, where Stephanie played her DVD of the full record of the night. This showed how Tom was tricked first into wearing ladies knickers then into submitting to being whipped and eventually being sodomised by one of Kathy's employees.

As ever Stephanie had good a job editing the material. Tom felt a little embarrassed as he fell into one of the girls' traps after another, but he no longer resented them, in fact he found much of the footage quite erotic. The girls giggled and it was evident that Mel at least was very turned on. After the DVD finished, Tom served more wine. 

Mel then cornered Kathy, "That was some night! I am feeling terribly horny. It reminds how much I used to enjoy my sessions with Tom. You will let me borrow him?"

"Mel, I am not sure. You know as well as I do the trust that there has to be between a dominant and a submissive. Tom can only serve one Mistress and that is going to be me. He admitted how devoted he was to you at Cartwright and Palmer and how he pined for your visits. I don't want him to fall for my best friend again."

"OK, I understand, but you will at least give him to me for my Birthday."

"I could not refuse you that." With that Mel gave Kathy a huge hug.

Meanwhile Stephanie was asking Tom about Cartwright and Palmer. He didn't answer directly but he tried to explain how some people are born as sadists and some as masochists. Some live their fantasies out directly as he or Mel did, others show these characteristics in the office environment. Stephanie seemed to be trying to understand and empathise, but somehow she couldn't quite, it was simply too alien to her. She explained how she had felt guilty after the evening and was genuinely pleased that things seemed to be going well for him as he looked healthy and happy. She gave him a hug.

On this sign of universal endearment, the party broke up. Kathy pondered, thinking the atmosphere was an odd mixture of love, sex, and nostalgia. They knew they would never do this again but the party had worked well, she was happy...

Kathy knew she would like owning a slave, but she loved it, it was better than she could have imagined. She spent every night being served by an every willing Tom and every day imagining the tortures and humiliations she would inflict on HER slave. After she had finished her last function or party, she would call Tom and said "I will be back in ten minutes, be in 'the position'", or "Tom I want you in your PVC shorts..." the possibilities were endless. To start with she inflicted a fair amount of pain on Tom, she was particularly keen on his cock and nipples. Kathy worked out it was not the inflicting pain per se that she enjoyed but rather the power this represented. She cherished the fact that Tom would endure any of her punishments and still be keen to please her. Kathy went through all Tom's toys experimenting on his willing body. The power was liberating. 

Kathy never felt she would get bored of being met at the door by a handsome young slave in some skimpy uniform, getting him to serve dinner and then having the run of his body for the rest of the night.

Kathy got Tom to perform normal 'maid' duties and depending on who it was at the door, she would often get him to answer it in some microscopic shorts or the like. Tom also waited at the table when she had friends around. Kathy had some delicious calculations to make, should Tom be in normal formal attire, or something more risqué? Should friends be told the real nature of their 'relationship'? If so how much should they be told? Could she really say she 'bought' Tom? It was only on very rare occasions that Kathy could throw caution to the winds, such as when she had some of her limited circle of dominants to dinner. Then she liked to show off Tom's submissiveness by dressing him in a thong, forcing him to eat from his metal dog bowl and offering her guests his 'services', those nights were such fun. Come what may she knew Tom would play his role perfectly. 

Kathy found a new leisure activity 'fetish shopping' where she would take Tom to fetish shops and they would choose new 'toys'. She didn't try to hide their relationship from the shop assistants sometimes asking them if they thought Tom would look good in a particular set of nipple clamps or what size a harness she should get that would fit him. 

One Saturday she was shopping for clothes and wandered into the lingerie department. She picked out a few things for herself but when an assistant asked her if she could help Kathy replied on impulse, "Yes, I want some panties for my boyfriend, what size would you estimate?" Tom almost died on the spot. The shop assistant did not seem perturbed and advised the size, so as not to waste the girl's time Kathy bought Tom a pair of satin royal blue French knickers. Kathy loved the fact that Tom was just on the point of rebellion but still submitted. The shop assistant worked out what was going on so went out of her way to embarrass Tom in every way she could, asking, "Would you like to look at the thongs, Sir?" Tom didn't, but Kathy did, so they went and examined a selection. Somehow it would not have been so bad if it had been a specialised sex shop but it was a normal high street store and he kept getting knowing stares from other customers, be they lithe teenagers or rotund matrons. Kathy thought Tom looked so sweet when he blushed! She found that sports shops could also be fun getting Tom to try on shorts and swimming trunks and keeping on asking the assistant if they had something briefer or tighter.

Tom's previous owner, Mel, had always insisted that Tom be clean shaven below the waist. At Cartwright and Palmer he himself shaved every other day. Kathy had other ideas and took Tom along to her beauty salon where she booked them both in for 'bikini waxes'. The first time she did this she described Tom as a friend. The Salon assumed this friend was female so were a little surprised when Tom arrived with Kathy. Kathy (insincerely) apologised for the confusion but asked if they would do Tom as a favour for her. The owner discussed this with her staff and they agreed, probably because the assistants were keen to see Tom without his trousers on. Tom was taken to the back and asked to strip off, whilst he waited all three of the assistants managed to mistakenly walk into his room, without of course knocking. When the correct lady arrived she got to work on his legs without a great deal of bother, but was clearly a little nervous about his balls and had to have several goes before they were completely hairless. She also got Tom to kneel on the chair to do the hair between his legs and buttocks. The last was very painful and Tom wondered (to himself) if it was really necessary, but did not complain. She then rubbed some soothing cream over all the areas that she had waxed. Tom felt this lady was happy in her work. After the slight reluctance at Tom's first visit the Salon then regularly prompted him to come for regular treatments.

Tom found himself kicking around in the Cartwright and Palmer T shirts, shorts and sweatshirts, and realised he rather liked them. Nostalgia after only a little over a month! He had to contact Miss Daley about something else (contacting his favourite client Terri) so asked if he could buy a few more pairs of shorts and some sweatshirts with his number 101 on.

Miss Daley wrote back by return saying that Cartwright and Palmer never gave out clients' contact details so she would not pass over Terri's address or phone number but would forward any e-mail if Tom sent it via her, re the sweatshirts and T shirts she was sending a batch around, no charge.

Tom thought this was generous and awaited the courier. The 'courier' arrived the next day, just not in the form he was expecting. The courier was a young nubile blond in casual clothes. Tom seeing something was not right invited her in. The girl introduced herself as 'Jo' and seeing his confusion explained she was from Cartwright and Palmer and was the current slave 101 (his old number). The prospect of putting the two in contact clearly amused Miss Daley.

When Tom returned Jo was naked on her knees. She evidently had misheard some comment he made and thought he wanted her in 'the position'. She was smallish, not more than 5'4" but was perfectly proportioned with a vulnerable look about her. She can not have been more than nineteen, possibly younger. The fact she was clean shaved probably added to the illusion of youth. Her blond hair was cut short in a parting. She looked great, delectable. He offered her a seat and a glass of wine, she accepted and made no move to dress. He asked her how long she had been at Cartwright and Palmer.

"Three weeks, Sir"

"So how did you end up with Cartwright and Palmer?"

"Well, Sir, I called on some friends of my mother to ask for careers advice. Most of them gave me worthy advice, but all I could see was the unending dullness of office life. I visited one of my mother's friends who somehow ended up admitting that she got the capital for her business by working for Cartwright and Palmer. I thought it was some office so asked some standard questions when to my surprise the lady admitted she had been a prostitute and what is more enjoyed her time and was rather proud of it! On a whim I took up her offer of arranging an interview and here I am. Not quite what I expected."

"So, are you enjoying it?"

"I am not sure, I take great pride in acting submissively and being able to have sex (virginal or anal) twenty to thirty times a week, but I am finding the whipping difficult. How did you find your first month, Sir?"

"Well Jo, the first month is the worst, either you will give up or learn to enjoy working as a submissive. Are you absolutely sure this is your turn-on? As if you are not a natural submissive you are never going to enjoy life at Cartwright and Palmer. It will just be pain and unpleasant sex. If you don't like the pain you could always become a conventional call-girl."

"Well Sir, I am pretty sure I am submissive but it is very different reading or fantasising about it to turning half a dozen tricks a day. Somehow conventional prostitution doesn't hold any attractions."

Oh this reminded him of his own uncertainties, so he tried to reassure Jo saying that she should stick at it for a few more weeks and then make a decision. He commented that the fact she could sit there naked so naturally and not look embarrassed indicated she looked a pretty good submissive to him. He asked her about gay sex and customers intentionally humiliating her.

"Oh I have no problem with that, Sir. I took to girls quite quickly. With the humiliation angle I find if I can concentrate on giving a professional submissive performance then deep down I don't really feel the humiliation, as you see I am pretty comfortable being naked."

Tom tried to give her hope, he thought that most people dropped out due to the psychological challenges rather than the physical ones. He explained after a couple of months he found the whippings and the sex pretty easy, but she would have to find out. He knew Cartwright and Palmer employed therapists but would be happy to come up to London to have a drink if it would help. Tom's heart went out to her as she sat next to him, naked drinking the wine, he really hoped she managed to get through the pain barrier as she looked a wonderful submissive. After twenty minutes she dressed and left. 

Kathy kept on trying to find Tom's limits, she started with pain. She was determined not to do anything that might permanently harm or mark Tom but was keen to see the level of pain that Tom would accept. Kathy tried whips, wax, rope torture and various 'cock and balls tortures'. She knew she was inflicting sometimes great pain on Tom, but he never resisted. 

Next she tried humiliations. She started by ordering Tom to go to the gym and running in tiny skin tight shorts. She enjoyed, and he clearly hated, the stares he received, but still Tom never resisted and wore whatever clothes Kathy came up with. As related earlier Kathy started taking Tom on her 'fetish shopping trips' making him strip in front of shop assistants. The latter loved it. Tom somehow put up with it.

Eventually Kathy thought of a new test, she would 'give' Tom to someone and see if he accepted this. She went on to a BDSM chat room and after a few posts wrote "Girls, I have a very handsome submissive that I am prepared to share at no charge, please contact me if you are interested." She got a large number of responses. She whittled away the time wasters, the weirdoes and the men posing as women, until she finally plumped for a 'Miss Olivia McAvoy'. Olivia provided a genuine looking photograph showing a middle aged woman in good physical shape and wrote an amusing e-mail. Kathy thought she would like Olivia, she offered her the choice of coming over to Kathy's or them going to hers, she even offered to meet at a hotel. Olivia seemed relaxed and when she heard Kathy had a dungeon decided to come over. Kathy did not tell Tom what she planned only that she was having a friend to dinner.




Tom Ch. 03



Tom answered the door in some skin tight leather shorts and showed Olivia into the living room. Kathy greeted her as an old friend and they sat on the sofa and chatted as Tom served the wine. At Kathy's signal Tom served dinner. Kathy told Tom to leave the room between courses to give Olivia the chance ask any questions she wanted

"So Tom is your slave?"

"Yes, he has been with me for almost three months."

"A real slave, how did you get him? Is there some dodgy internet chat room I don't know about?"

"Olivia, there are probably many chat rooms that we are both lucky not to know about! No, like everything else I bought him."

"So what does he do, or more correctly what can I do to him?"

"Clearly I don't want you to permanently harm or disfigure him, but other than that anything goes really."

"Sex?"

"Yes anal or virginal and you can take him if you want."

"Oh this is too good to be true, what about the torture chamber?"

"I will show you, its getting pretty well equipped, feel free to ask about any of the toys."

The conversation continued over an espresso with Kathy explaining 'the position' and some of Tom's accomplishments. Olivia was getting so turned-on she was barely coherent. When Tom came in to clear the coffee cups, Kathy asked him to stay. Kathy then rose and took Olivia and Tom down to the basement. When they got there she the briefly explained some of the equipment.

"Tom, I have given you to Olivia for the night. You will do anything she asks you to do. I have some work to do so will be in my study if either of you need me, if not Tom please serve me breakfast at 10am. Have fun both of you." With that she left.

Initially Tom and Olivia were a little embarrassed, unsure as to how things should progress. Then Olivia remembered 'the position' and told Tom he should prepare himself.

Tom immediately stripped off his shorts and knelt naked in from of Olivia. Olivia was surprised but recovered quickly and then took off her business suit to reveal some PVC underwear. She told Tom to kiss her feet. This Tom did and after passing this test told him to get up and she bound him to the whipping horse. She then whipped Tom using one of her own paddles, she then turned Tom over and whipped his front. She next got a pin wheel (a device with a sharp, spiked wheel at the end that could be rolled over the skin) and ran it over Tom concentrating on his cock. No matter how many this had been done to Tom it still gave him a surprise and pain, it gave Olivia great amusement. She then straddled him and told Tom to lick her pussy. This Tom did with enthusiasm. Olivia was becoming very turned on and decided that she really wanted Tom, she surveyed the PVC covered bed in the basement and knew Tom had a normal bedroom. She plumped for the latter, "Tom, we are going up to your room where you will fuck me."

Tom simply answered, "Yes, Mistress" and followed her up the stairs. They then had sex, with Olivia ordering Tom into different positions throughout. After a gruelling session Tom cuddled her as Olivia fell asleep. Tom hoped that he had pleased Olivia and that Kathy would be happy with his performance.

In the morning he silently rose and got breakfast in bed for the two girls. When Olivia awoke to see a man in some skimpy underwear serving her breakfast she took a few moments to work out where she was, but when the evening came back to her she merely smiled, it hadn't been a dream! Kathy interrogated Tom on how things went and if he satisfied Olivia. Tom said he thought he had. Kathy knew he had as she had watched the evening on closed-circuit TV.

After Olivia left, Kathy explained to Tom that she proposed to give him to several of her friends. Tom nodded and said he hoped he would please them. In fact now that Kathy knew that Tom would give himself to any woman on her direction, she decided against repeating the experiment. She wanted to keep him to herself. But she liked Tom to think that she might whore him out to any of her friends or acquaintances at a whim.

Kathy had become confident in Tom's obedience and, she thought, his affection, so decided they should celebrate by getting a joint photograph. Kathy decided to search the internet for a photographer rather than go to the local studio. She left Tom in the dungeon and went upstairs to pack some clothes for both of them. The photographer was about forty minutes drive away and situated in a picturesque village. The photographer was a youngish woman, pretty blond and casually dressed in a black T shirt. She invited them in and showed them the studio. She explained that she liked to start with formal head and shoulder shots. She had Kathy seated, with Tom resting his hand on her shoulder, then photographed Kathy giving Tom a hug and finally a chaste kiss.

"Right do you want to get changed for the main session? Have you brought your own clothes? I have a selection if necessary." This confused Tom but Kathy answered, "Thanks we have everything we need, Tom we are going to start with you in PVC shorts and a Cartwright and Palmer T shirt." Tom now understood why they had chosen the photographer so carefully! 

There were then a series of photos of Tom on his own, in PVC, in ladies knickers and naked. He was shot bound to the St Andrews Cross (not an accessory every photographic studio has), front and back. There were several of him bound to the whipping horse, arse in the air. He was then told to pull his arse cheeks apart and finally he was photographed with a dildo in his bottom. Kathy was particularly keen to get some pictures of Tom in 'the position', she had him naked and in leather briefs and with and without a ball gag. He felt that there wasn't an inch of his body that had not been captured for posterity. Kathy also had a solo session with her in a latex dress, in PVC underwear and topless in a short PVC skirt. Some, posing with a whip others in more thoughtful postures.

Finally they had a joint session with Tom licking Kathy's boots, being whipped by Kathy whilst on the whipping horse and posing in front of a St Andrews Cross. Kathy struck Tom harder than usual with a cane to get some nice thin red marks on his bottom, the photographer said these would come out very nicely. Finally they had Kathy taking Tom with a strap-on.

Kathy was very pleased to have photographs of her with her pride and joy. She was confident that they would be hugely erotic (she was right). Tom was proud of the shots, but it was still with some reservations as one never knew where photos might end up and they had some very explicit shots of him. Tom's mood was not helped when Kathy said, "Those photographs will come in useful if I ever need to sell your body."

~

Tom wrote an e-mail that Miss Daley forwarded on to Terri, apologising for not managing to formally saying goodbye. Terri sent nice reply saying she was finding it hard to find a replacement for Tom at Cartwright and Palmer. She had even gone for girls for a change but no luck so far. After some correspondence Miss Daley indicated that the only solution would be for Tom to come back to Cartwright and Palmer for a few days each month. He would need Kathy's permission and have to ensure he remained up to Cartwright and Palmer's physical standards. He would also have to take other clients in the time not spent with Terri. This seemed fair and he had to admit part of him missed the place.

Kathy agreed to this, she felt that the five dates a month would be much less than the sixty or more he was doing before, so he buttocks should continue to recover, it would also stop him getting bored. She insisted Tom keep his nipple rings in, so his customers could see he was her property. In the end it was agreed Tom would do the first Tuesday and Wednesday of each month.

When he first arrived he was interviewed by Miss Daley and seemed to meet with her approval. He wondered how many other firms insisted interviewees were naked to check they were in good physical shape. If anything Kathy made him do even more gym work than he did at Cartwright and Palmer.

Tom then wandered to be the observation lounge to see if he would be chosen by another customer. Terri was not expected for well over two hours so there was plenty of time for someone else to pick him. Almost immediately he was called to the front and told to adopt 'the position', he did and was chosen for a date. He was told to go to door 2 and wait. As he knelt he was filled with some trepidation, this was his first date for over two months and he had the same butterflies that he had at the beginning of his time with Cartwright and Palmer.

Tom did not see one date but two. They were two ladies, 5'9" or thereabouts, dark hair, good figures, probably in their thirties. They were dressed identically in back PVC corsets and thigh length boots, no panties. One of them immediately placed a metal collar on Tom and tugged downwards forcing Tom onto all fours. She pulled again making it obvious that she required Tom to crawl at her heel. The other girl was behind him, giving his bottom gentle kicks to ensure he kept up with her friend. Tom immediately started to wonder if these two were sisters or lovers, or perhaps both. They dragged Tom to dungeon 6. "Good, now we should introduce ourselves I am Jenny and this is Lucy. We are going to make your life hell for the next hour. We don't like men much."

Jenny was the taller; she had a deceptively sweet face, an innocence that her speech did not reflect. Lucy's body was if anything more perfect that Jenny's, she sneered at Tom. His heart sank, he was now worried that he had been hired by two sadists that would enjoy inflicting pain. He had learnt that there was a huge difference between clients that wished to show their superiority, effectively an act, and those who liked inflicting pain. These latter dates could be difficult for even an experienced submissive such as Tom. Lucy then threw a negligee at Tom and told him to put it on. It was very short, black satin with very little lace, it reached just below his balls. It seemed strange that wearing the negligee meant Tom felt even more vulnerable than naked.

Jenny told Tom to kneel on a slightly raised dais. Initially this caused some relief as it was covered in padded PVC and this reduced the pain in his knees. He knew that the relief would be short lived when Jenny told him to put his hands on his head, this raised the negligee exposing his bottom and genitals. Almost as soon as he had done this Lucy hit his bottom with some form of paddle, Tom involuntarily squealed and looked around, as he did so Jenny whipped him with a crop on his stomach. The two then took it in turns to whip him. The fact that he was not tied down made this worse, in theory he could simply crouch down in the foetal position and protect his most sensitive areas or even stand up and try to run away. It was as much psychological as physical challenge for Tom to stay on his knees as the girls whipped him. Tom accepted the punishment. Every so often he did not get the hit he was expecting. He quickly realised that the girls took a minute out to change whips, they seemed to be going through the whole selection available, canes, paddles, floggers, crops; the girls tried them all out. The scars were livid; the girls were strong, determined and experienced. This was a whipping unlike anything he had had. Eventually he could not take it any more, in particular the pain when Jenny hit his penis was simply too much, Tom collapsed crying. 

The girls stopped the whipping and Lucy went around to stand with Jenny, gently fondling her behind. They were clearly proud of what they had achieved. After a few minutes, Tom was told to take 'the position' and the girls circled him. Tom wondered if the whipping was about to continue. In fact they just wanted to admire their handiwork. They seemed satisfied and went off to the back of the room and came back with strap-ons and some 250g nipple weights. Tom winced as they put the nipple clamps on him, these were some of the worst he had experienced, the clips being particularly tight and the weight considerable.

Tom was told to get on his hands and knees and Jenny started to lube him up, she was not gentle. Being on all fours meant the negligee hung loose exposing Tom's arse and penis. Tom knew what was coming but always rather enjoyed the cold wet feeling of lube being applied. Lucy told Tom to start sucking her dildo. This he did in as erotic manner as he could, licking the end as if it were a real penis.

When Jenny had finished lubricating Tom, she carefully pushed the dildo into Tom's arse. At an agreed signal, Jenny and Lucy started pumping, the three of them quickly got into a rhythm, the weights on Tom's nipples swinging in time. Tom had endured many humiliations but felt this was one of the worst, this was so basic and animal and having to wear the negligee meant Tom felt cheap. He thought back to the old legal term "a common prostitute", it was difficult to think of himself as anything else. The girls were pumping more and more aggressively, he felt the dildo hit the back of his throat and then a second later another smack in the deepest recesses of his anus. Jenny and Lucy were clearly getting great pleasure in his pain and humiliation. He sensed they would be grinning away, although all he could actually see was Lucy's perfectly flat stomach and her dildo.

After a while they stopped, Lucy again went around to Jenny and instead of a quick fondle, she fell to her knees and gave Jenny's pussy a quick lick mumbling, "Oh Jenny, you are a horny devil." Tom went to 'the position', but because of his perspiration and the drying lube the negligee now stuck to his body so it now longer covered his cock or most of his bottom, this made Tom feel even more degraded.

Lucy then stepped forward and said, "Lick." Tom immediately started licking her boots. When Jenny came back she was carrying two sets of wrist/ankle cuffs attached by short chains. Tom was ordered on his stomach and the wrist cuffs were buckled on. The cuff attached to his left wrist was then attached to his right ankle and from his right wrist to his left, leaving him hogtied. The girls then took off their boots.

"We have had our fun with you, we are now going to enjoy each other", said Jenny with an evil smile as she dragged Lucy to the raised dais and started passionately kissing her. They held each other tight and eventually dropped onto the dais where they made out. Tom has a clear view, as they surely intended, and saw the pair's urgency as they sucked, licked and fingered each other's pussies. The writhed around as they sought to pleasure the other and control their own cravings. This was not a quick rub as seen in pornographic magazines but urgent lust of the most basic kind. Eventually first Lucy then Jenny reached climax. After resting in each others arms for some minutes they left ignoring Tom. 

Tom was released by one of the House slaves, he then had about twenty minutes to make himself presentable for Terri. When it came time for Terri's date, Tom was determined to be extremely formal and respectful and not to assume any familiarity. He therefore adopted 'the position', kneeling stark naked in the centre of the dungeon. Terri came in wearing a new PVC bodice and calf length boots, she did not look to be in a good mood. She nodded to Tom and told him to go to the whipping horse, secured him and gave him ten strokes with the riding crop. The whipping was harder than Terri had normally done and very painful after what Tom had taken from Jenny and Lucy. She released him but told him to stand in the centre of the room and whipped the inside of his thighs, this caused Tom further considerable pain. She then approached him from the rear and pressed her body close to his, leaned over his shoulders and gently rubbed his pubic patch, this aroused Tom, but as a well trained slave he tried not to react. When it looked as if he was failing Terri released him and told him to kneel at the foot of the leather sofa. 

Terri sat on the sofa and pulled out her copy of Lermontov and asked Tom what he thought of Grigory Alexandrovich Pechorin and if it was fair to call him a superfluous man. Now they had both acknowledged the ground rules they felt free to relapse into their previously almost intimate relationship and discuss the novel. After about an hour Terri stood and told Tom (still naked) to lick her boots, this he obediently did. She then bent down and kissed Tom lightly on the cheek and said she looked forward to seeing him in a month's time and that he should have read 'Rudin' by then. Tom knelt as Terri left the room, he marvelled at both her knowledge of Russian and how good she looked in her tight PVC shorts.

The next day Tom was told that he had been hired for the entire day and he and three other Cartwright and Palmer slaves were told to go to a smart apartment block just south of Piccadilly. They identified themselves and were allowed up. The door was opened by an attractive lady in her late forties; she introduced herself as 'Lady Jayne' and told them to adopt 'the position'. They immediately stripped and knelt in the centre of the room. As well as Tom there were two other male slaves and one female; a girl called Vikki who was blond, medium build and not so much beautiful as extremely sexy. As with all Cartwright and Palmer whores her body was near perfect. Tom could not help stealing surreptitious glances at her as they knelt before Lady Jayne, her body was simply faultless.

Lady Jayne's voice brought Tom unwillingly back to the present, she was explaining that they were to serve lunch to three friends of hers and then accompany them in whatever they felt like doing in the afternoon and finally take them back to Cartwright and Palmer in the evening for overnight stay. It was made plain that they should be extremely attentive and ensure her friends had a pleasant afternoon. These ladies knew about the services Cartwright and Palmer employees provided. As she finished an overweight lady bustled into the room glancing at the naked slaves said, "The waiters, good, about time", after which she returned to the room Tom assumed to be the kitchen. The slaves were now permitted to dress, the men in tight 'wet-look' hot-pants and white shirts and Vikki in a conventional, if well tailored, French Maid's outfit. The skirt effectively rested on her buttocks so the slightest move displayed her perfect thong covered behind.

Lady Jayne's guests were very similar to her, they were probably in their mid to late forties but slim and attractive. They dressed in evidently expensive brands, exuding class. They must have known about Lady Jayne's proclivities as they did not bat an eye as the door was opened by a 'butler' wearing 'wet-look' hot-pants. Tom served the champagne and was responsible for the wine at the meal. After they had had their coffee Lady Jayne clapped her hands and said, "The position." The slaves stripped and knelt in the centre of the floor so that the ladies could choose their companion. Vikki was immediately allocated to a severe looking blond whose tastes her host clearly knew. The other three ladies argued over Tom and the other two slaves' merits. 

In the end Tom was 'given' to a lady called Tess. As Tom knelt at her feet, she said, "Right we are going shopping before I abuse you this evening."

Tess was as good as her word, they wandered around Bond Street, picking up tea at Fortnums and dropping in on a gallery, Tom carrying an ever increasing number of shopping bags. They then entered a small shop just off the main thoroughfare.

They were greeted by an assistant, "Miss Hunter and one of your nephews no doubt." The tone was pleasant but with a tinge of cynicism as if Tess was used to being escorted by a number of different younger men.




Tom Ch. 04



An upset Melissa come running to find Tom who was just emerging from the women's restroom with the company's librarian.

"Tom, Tom."

"Melissa, calm down. Armageddon is not scheduled for today."

"Tom, Tom. Mrs Stokes has arrived and is with the partners. You and I have been called to them."

"Oh good. We can snare this one for you darling."

"What?"

"You'll do the work. I'm employed as the ideas guy. I'm not required to work."

"Oh, I think I understand what you mean. Will we survive this?"

"I bet my left nut we do Melissa."

"Oh Tom, I don't think you should talk to me like that."

"Please yourself Melissa. I shall remain circumflex around you."

"Do you mean circumspect?"

"Something like that. They are only words Melissa."

Melissa was by then so confused she was temporarily happy until she reached the boardroom door.

"Oh god."

"What, wet your panties?"

"Yes, I mean no. Mom will be so angry with me if I lose this job. She's been boosting to her friends I'm big in Madison advertising."

"Well physically that remains true Melissa but let's get you associated with me on this project and make you famous."

"Pigs can fly Tom."

"Well they don't in Texas."

"Oh hi, you must be Mrs Stokes. Neat body."

"And you must be the idiot who scrawled this note over my invitation to pitch."

"Well don't get your tits in a flap until we present."

The woman didn't ever look unnerved. "And exactly when will that be?"

"Now if you can bother to listen and cooperate."

Mrs Stokes appeared to be generating a full head of steam.

Ben and Caps stood petrified while Shona smiled sweetly.

"There Rosemary, didn't I tell you our Tom has the distain of a genius?"

Rosemary muttered something that sounded like she was confronted by someone who should be locked up.

"Rosemary... pretty name. A lady I know in the neighboring county back home who runs a brothel shares that name."

Rosemary Stokes gaped.

"Get the mouth close Rosemary and show me the metal bra. Oh, very nice. As the English would say, a smashing design. The workmanship appears top-line. Congratulations. Now drop the top of your dress and remove your bra. Don't mind Ben and Caps, they are gay. I see more tit than I know what to do with and Melissa here and Shona will be interested to see what you pack. Oh, really cute. Now pull your dress top back up. "

"I can't believe I'm doing this."

"This is not the right type of dress but for demonstration purposes put on the metallic bra."

"Over my dress?"

"Wow, you're a quick learner Rosemary. That's it. What do you think everyone?"

"I'm not sure."

"It's different."

"Smashing."

"It could balloon or it could bomb as a new trend launch."

"Thanks folk. Now Rosemary, here's the line to give you the Open Sesame with this new product to captivate young America today. Sorry it's only written on a soiled table napkin."

"Oh God," Rosemary shrieked. She then read it out, 'Armored and Ready.'

"Ready for what?" Ben asked.

"That's just it," Melissa said. "Don't you see? Young people don't want to be told anything. This slogan means exactly what it implies, ready for anything. Miss Peebles, give me an old English girl's name, short and not nearly as alluring such as Eve."

"Fanny."

"No."

"Dora?"

"Yes, brilliant. Oh Mrs Stokes, we now present you with the secondary line, "Wear something your mother wouldn't be seen dead in. Wear Metallic Dora."

There was stunned silence. Tom was grinning first at Melissa and then at Rosemary.

"Oh god, Rosemary said? This could be a sensation. I'll get secret marketing appraisal done. I woke up one night, having dreamed of Queen Elizabeth the First..."

"I know, in armor and looking out at the Spanish fleet before giving her famous oration to her defense forces. I sometimes have that dream. It's so inspirational," Shona said. "Melissa, can you lead the team to develop this concept?"

"I think so."

"She knows so. Melissa is shy."

"But you, shouldn't you be leading the team?"

"Mrs Stokes I only conceptualize, I don't execute."

"Please resume calling me Rosemary Tom."

"Rosemary, have you thought about designing bordello style fashion into mainstream. It could prove a big seller. The prices sex shops charges for it are outrageous. Men can go all night when bordello is being flashed around them."

Rosemary invited Tom to lunch to chat about ideas.

"Only if Melissa is invited. If we nut out things Melissa should be there from the start as she'll be doing the donkey work."

"Say yes Rosemary," Shona said. "Melissa I want you back here by 3:00."

"Oh brilliantly managed Shona. Come on you two."

After Melissa had returned to the office, Rosemary and Tom finished their drinks and Rosemary took him home. Tom dropped into stud mode but to his astonishment Rosemary told him to put it away. "I'm faithful to my darling Fritz."

In the bedroom she stripped off and teased Tom for the next thirty minutes by wearing a selection of bordello garments.

"Two years ago in New Mexico Fritz and I went into a restaurant that backed on to a bordello. Some of the women came in to eat and we talked to a couple and they invited us to have a look over their workplace. Fritz had a hard-on the entire time, rubbed up a little by the girls not doubt when I wasn't looking. I was quite enchanted how the two women transformed. They'd arrived in jeans and tops to eat and when we returned with them we watched them change and they looked far from repulsive. Indeed, as they worked their veils for us and I saw glimpses of flesh I admit to becoming horny. So I have made quite a wardrobe for Fritz and for me of course because I just love the sexy, flimsy touch. I see that you are aroused.

"Yes."

"Want me to relieve you, just with my hand?"

"No, I'll be fine. I suggest you deeply consider attempting to market this home eveningwear mainstream. My bet is you'll unleash a market of desire for such product. In watching you cavorting just now I could almost hear the tinny music from the bars and old-style cantinas with a bordello influence. Behind the curtains at the back a travel-weary guy will come up with a few dollars to slip between the thighs of a woman in the darkened room."

"You speak with familiarity."

"I've been to New Mexico a few times," Tom grinned. "But it's all in the head. There are slick-looking babes in ultra-modern offices in this city who perform with age-old tradition and don't even bother to ask for money."

Rosemary smiled and said, "You speak with familiarity."

Tom grinned.

"You are an unusual young man Tom Briscoe," Rosemary said, sounding if she was teetering.

"Come I'm calling a cab and will drop you off at your studio," Tom said, pulling out his phone. "I have no wish to corrupt you."

Rosemary sighed and grabbed her handbag followed him out.

* * *

Around midnight that night, covered in drying sweat and body fluids, Shona said, "Um Tom?"

"Yes sweet one."

"I've never taken it backdoor."

"And now you feel your time has come?"

"Yes. I thought you might have the experience."

Tom grinned. "As it happens Texas women spend hours sitting down having their nails done and their hair colored. There are exceptions to that of course. But for those who do there is the feeling their butt is the most under-exercise part of their body and they resort to the favored remedy for that."

"Butt fucking?"

"Right on baby. Here we go... now there's no hurry and you must remain relaxed and ride out any discomfort because I promise you the way ahead will be into new sensations."

"Oooh, new sensations. That sounds very promising. Here's the lube darling. I insist on a condom."

"No problem; so do I."

In the way casual relationships go, Shona and Tom began drifting apart. Shona had found he was too shallow for her and was disappointed although he had vision, his focus was too pragmatic to take her mind into romantic adventure lands of bygone days. 

Their split was accomplished gracefully.

Shona said yawning, "Do you think much about your apartment these days?"

Tom rubbed and ear and said, "No, why?"

"I was just wondering."

"Would you like me to move back there?"

"Well since you've brought this up..."

"Okay."

"Tom, there's no rush."

"Oh good. I'll shift out tomorrow."

"Okay. Our company results for this quarter are looking good."

"Are you ready to fire me."

"Oh god no. You are one of the driving forces of our business dear one."

Tom celebrated his freedom by winning $10,000 payable to the writer's agency in an open contest to agencies to write a catch line for the IRS. The photo of Tom with the chief of the IRS public affairs office appeared on TV and in newspapers and the business press. It was stated many great slogans were rejected because they were inflammatory, defamatory, derogatory, silly or not politically correct. Tom's entry was described as 'magnificently simple; we in the IRS should have thought of it." It read: 

'Pay your taxes; it's not optional.' 

Scores of congratulatory emails arrived, making Tom aware of just how many people he knew in New York and beyond. None were received from Loving, Texas. He read them all including one that he treasured. "I knew you had greatness within despite your well-groomed naivety." 

He's replied: 'Hi Jane, thanks. Let's have lunch one day but in the presence of your mother'. Jane never came back on that. Well, that was fine, Tom sighed. Jane wouldn't want to risk wrecking her restored family life.

There were some failures of course, the most notable being 'Book Week America' when at the eleventh hour the national committee rejected Tom's theme that was ready to go to print based on the theme, 'When Did You Last Read a Book Dumbo?' 

The book week committee chairman was fired and the publishers demanded their payment of $88,000 be refunded. The partners of Tom's firm agreed reluctantly to refund $10,000 and told the organization to pay better attention when approving a promotional campaign in future. The organization threatened to claim $200,000 in damages but nothing eventuated. 

The other more damaging fizzle occurred when the directors paid back $372,000 advanced to promote a black condom Tom assured the promoters couldn't possibly fail and named it the Black Sheik of Sheaths. Ethnic groups lodged complaints about political insensitivity and women went to the media complaining it implied that a black penis was superior to a white, yellow or green one.

The media of course had a field day, mounting a search for a truly green penis and the furious distributor was forced to withdraw the product. The partners accepted culpability in misfiring with the promotion as the name certainly had promoted deep unrest, and returned all fees but refused to accept culpability for marketing so refused the demand to pay the $78,000 costs incurred in withdrawing the product that fortunately had been confined to the state of New York. 

Upset he'd cost the agency money and dented its reputation, Tom went on TV shows to defend his product-naming recommendation that had been accepted by the promoters. He became a minor celebrity because of his humor. For instance, he described how he'd envisaged the Black Sheik of Sheaths stealing through the night to carry out its mission of relief for damsels in distress... "even if in most cases it will only be the wife in her patched nightdress." Studio audiences and home viewers loved him.

At the request of a national advertising journal he wrote a cover story he called, 'My Failed Campaign Produced Some Laughs and 19 New Clients.' The cover illustration was a headshot photo of Tom merged into the tip of a Black Sheik of Sheaths. By then the sheaths were selling for up to a hundred bucks each as a collector's item. The distributor began advertising withdrawn product for sale.

Yes, nineteen new clients in five weeks as a result of publicity of Tom's failure and his sterling performance in defending his misfire-of-the-year on TV and then giving examples of his successes. In one instance the interviewer was wearing an exterior armored bra and showed her very trendy fishnet stockings manufactured with ladders and big holes in them. The stockings were marketed under the simple name Tom had suggested, 'Very Trendy Fishnet Stockings with Ladders and Holes'. Sub twenty year olds thought the stockings and the bra were the coolest thing since they'd discovered sex and the more their mothers objected the more pairs of those stockings they purchased. It became a badge of something... no one was sure a badge about what because teenagers are always difficult to figure out.

One of the Tom's new clients had 226,700 long black winter coats left unsold from the previous year. Company buyers ordering for the upcoming autumn were not interested, claiming fashion colors were in. The distributor was almost in tears talking to Tom.

"This will be the ruination of me. I bought the coats cheap and now they are sitting there, filling two warehouses."

"Right Silas. Just leave it to me. How much do you want to spend?"

"I'm poor, I have no money. My family is starving."

"Come on Silas; I come from Texas. Don't attempt to load that crap on me. Load two bucks on to the price of each coat and that money comes to us."

"Ohmigod, $450,000. This is the end. I'm dead."

"Silas, if I do my usual good job you will be pleading to your manufacturers for more product. Forget you are Jewish. Be a business man."

"But Jewish men are businessmen."

"Oh. That was just a wee slip Silas. Think of yourself as a tough dealing Texan."

"Me, a wheeler, dealer from Dallas?"

"It stretches the imagination but yes, the sharp-shooter Silas from Dallas."

Silas pondered. "But you had that huge failure with those black condoms."

"True Silas. But that was my failure for the year. We have another nine months to run before I begin to fall due for my big annual failure."

"Oh yes, very good. I didn't see that one coming."

"And that would be a first for you Silas."

"You make very good jokes Tom. Okay, here's the deal. Two bucks per coat sold, and not a dime more."

"I'll have to get the consent of the partners Silas. They are nervous about me after the condom campaign failed."

"I offered the deal without consulting my partners."

"You did?"

"Actually I don't have partners. It's just loose talk to fill in the gaps while you are wavering."

"Wavering, me wavering?"

"Yes."

"Actually I don't have partners. I only work for them. So Silas, we have a deal."

The men shook and Silas went off."

The partners looked at Tom in alarm. Ben summed it up saying, "This is an asshole of a deal Tom. You should be fired."

"Well fire me."

"Nope."

"Shona?"

"Nope."

"Caps?"

"Nope."

"What the fuck is this?" Tom said in exasperation. "I'm told I've made a lousy and unauthorized deal and ought to be fired but not of you is willing to pull the trigger?"

"Well Tom, it would seem Texans are a bit thick," Ben said soberly (he still had to go to lunch). "If we fired you we would still be left with this stupid contract with Silas; you did say you shook hands on it. Our thinking, as yet unexpressed collectively, will be there's no better person than you to make this deal work. Is that in words you can understand?"

"You're a cheeky shit Ben. I ought to give you a face readjustment."

"Fighting is banned on these premises," Shona reminded them.

"It will be one hit so consequently no fight."

Shona said admiringly, "You are becoming really clever Tom, except when dealing with the likes of Silas who got all over you."

"No he hasn't."

"Yes he has."

"Shut up bitch, this is pathetic."

Shona flared, "Using the word bitch in front of another employee is a disciplinary offence."

"I'm the only employee in the room, you guys are bosses; so how can I offend against myself?"

Caps grinned and said, "Leave it Shona. He's right and you know it."

"Well guys," Tom said airily. "Authorize me to spend 200k on this promotion and that means you sweep $253,000 into your coffers."

The partners looked at one another and nodded faintly. Shona said, "It's agreed but we must sign off before any expenditure is incurred. I think you'll be bending so far backwards to redeem yourself with this one you'll be up yourself."

"A sweet thought Shona. Yes, I believe I already know how I'll sell the 226,700 coats and probably another million. Under my agreement with Silas we get and I quote, 'Two bucks for every coat sold."

"Jesus."

"Jesus."

"My goodness."

"Thanks for your confidence guys."

The campaign was timed for the beginning of the consumer-buying season. The campaign ran only in top women's magazine. The full-page ad showed a twenty-something holding up a long black coat.

'You are cuckoo about your Little Black Dress Annie.'

'Well I'm going bananas about this brand of winter coat with the memorable name of The Long Black Coat for Winter. Every girl should have one. I'm buying two in case one gets wet. Available from most leading retailers.'

On day one when the first of the magazines went on sale Silas called Tom. "Not a single call."

"Hold your nerve Silas. The consumers will have to call the stores and when calls begin to mount that will activate the store buyers."

Day two: Similar dialogue with Silas. He admitted receiving two calls.

Day three: "We have two truckloads going out."

Day four: "Busy, busy Tom. Trucks are lining up."

Both coat manufacturers agreed reluctantly to gear up to produce more coats as a favor to Silas although by then they were on to next spring's ranges. They performed magnificently and pushed through another 667,400 units. Retailers took all of those from Silas on a no-return basis. The partners could scarcely believe all that money had poured into them for the outlay of a paltry $200,040. They were so embarrassed they decided not to talk about it. Tom received a huge bonus.

Silas took Tom to lunch to talk about the possibility of future business deals. His granddaughter arrived at 3:30 to drive Silas home and he saw the look that flashed between Tom and Ana. He pulled out two hundred bucks and handed the money to Tom. "Please take Ana out for dinner tonight Tom. She has been working very hard marking students' paper and needs time off. Ana, I insist you accompany Tom out. He was been of great assistance to the family."

They only went out together the once because Ana had a boyfriend. She left Tom's apartment at dawn aware she was temporarily very bow-legged.

More to Come



Tom Ch. 05



Tom sat looking at the wedding invitation. Shona had met a divorcee businessman and they'd fallen for one another in a big way. Apparently the couple a long time and began the relationship with an interest in marriage and that had led to the inevitable.

Tom had asked Marion who he'd been running with lately to accompany him but she was apologetic, saying she was actually married and her husband would arrive home at the end of new week. He called for Fiona at Briscoe Partners but she had left for six weeks touring Africa with her parents. Well there was always Jane' even if she was married she'd go with him. She was that loyal sort of girl. Ha! 

He called Ana but she said no, she was planning her own wedding. Anyway, after that one night with him she'd taken a full day before she was walking properly again.

After going through dozens of names Tom had a list of ten names of females, any one of whom he'd happily spend with sitting through a wedding and the after-function. He looked at the list and corrected himself. One name was down twice: Julie. Tom regarded that as an omen and looking in his contact book found Julie's address and went there by cab.

Mrs Stevens was the only person home.

"Oh hello, Tom the thong man and guitar player.

"Hi Mrs Stevens. Could I talk to you about Julie?" 

"Come in but not that it will do you much good Tom. You are too much fast track for Julie and she's been in a long relationship but that's over. He's decided on another study buddy with long blonde hair and bigger breasts than Julie's."

"Men can be such swine Mrs S."

"Dorothy is okay. I'm glad you recognize the trait as you have it too. But at least I sensed a touch of humility. I had wondered if you were without it. I really enjoyed that evening when you were here. You got my family swinging. Here's Julie now."

"Hello darling. We have a visitor."

Julie came around the corner of the room and stopped dead. "No, go away. This is not supposed to happen."

"Steady on Julie. It's just a courtesy call."

"Oh."

"Or something."

"Meaning?"

"Perhaps we could have coffee first?"

"I'll get coffee and then leave you two."

"Thanks Dorothy. But please stay; I think Julie would be more comfortable if you stayed."

"Damn right. So already you are calling my mother Dorothy. God you are smooth with a skin like a rhinoceros."

"You have a right to react with hostility."

"Hostility. If you think that's being hostile I'll show you... Oh what's the use? You have the skin of a rhino." 

"Credit me for not deceiving you Julie. From the outset I suggested a date as a oncer."

"Indeed you did. But after that evening, when you had my family and me eating out of your hand I didn't want you to go, ever."

"And I'm to blame for that?"

"Be a gentleman and carry the blame."

"No, that's chicken shit. You carry the blame for your own foibles."

"Foibles. How do you know a word like foibles?"

"My mom uses it occasionally and grandma uses it."

Dorothy soothed. "Here is your coffee. If I put it down promise not to throw it at one another?"

"It's cool Dorothy. We won't trade blows. We are just two turkeys who have been strangers for a while shifting about to find our pecking order."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Julie!"

"It's cool Dorothy. Everyone but you uses the F-word when finding themselves up a creek without a paddle these days."

"I'm sorry Tom but no one is permitted..."

"Dorothy please. Lay off. Julie is riled like a newly weaned calf. She doesn't know whether to charge the fence to get through to her mom and or to run off with the older weaned calves who are having such fun."

"Calf – so I'm a calf now?"

"No, you are in emotional turmoil which is very common among women. You are delighted to see me again and yet you hate me for coming back. And if that's not enough you are busting to learn why I am here?"

"I thought you said Tom don't have much substance to him?"

"Mom!"

"I'm getting by Dorothy. I'm holding down a $75,000 job with one hand resting in my back pocket and have just been given a $30,000 super performance bonus so it would appear I have sufficient brain power to impress some people. Dorothy, guess what thong is currently number one sell in the country right now."

"Locus," Dorothy grinned.

"The bonus I just mentioned came because I cobbled together two graphics of models talking about the Little Black Dress..."

"And The Long Black Coat for Winter," Julie said, finishing the sentence. "Both mom and I bought one. Are you something of a genius Tom Briscoe?"

"It appears some people are using the term but I don't really know. I just work instinctively like my horse does when pressuring a cow thinking one step ahead and watchful for the unexpected."

"That sounds like chicken shit."

Tom grinned and said perhaps just a little. 

"Why are you here."

Tom grinned at Dorothy who shook her head, looking at him in admiration. "You certainly are one jump ahead on this one Tom Briscoe."

"Well Julie, four things happened to me yesterday. A fat bonus check was given me. My latest girlfriend confessed she was married and her husband was due home Saturday and then I decided I really was not cut out to be a business executive because I lack the necessary self-discipline and can't sit still for long."

"That's only three things."

"Oh yes, well spotted Julie. Yesterday I received an invitation to a wedding and with my latest romance just hitting the rocks I trundled out here to ask would you please consider accompanying me to this event. The bride is a former girlfriend, one of the three founding partners of the agency I work for."

"It won't be just beer and yelling drunken men?"

"I wouldn't know, but who can tell how weddings end up. I've only ever been to one wedding as my mom was pregnant when she and dad married after living together for seven years."

"Oh how interesting."

"Please don't divert him mom."

"When and where is the wedding?"

"Here in Manhattan on three Saturdays' time counting this Saturday. I would very much like you to accompany me."

"Very well. I have only been to four weddings myself. I accept your kind offer Tom.

"Oh that's great. The bride's name is Shona Peebles and the bridegroom is Saxton Lynn."

"What, the insurance multi-millionaire?"

"Actually it's his son and heir. He's thirty-eight and Shona is forty-three."

"What you had a girlfriend who was forty-three?"

"Yes, it's not PC to discriminate on age."

Julie giggled.

"Oh here's the invitation."

"Oooh, very ornate. Cards like this cost a fortunate. Ohmigod, Ohmigod."

"What?" asked her startled mom.

The venue is the Waldorf-Astoria.

"Ohmigod," said Dorothy.

Puzzled, Tom asked, "Does that please you Julie?"

The women looked at Tom as if he was from somewhere remote, like Loving, Texas.

Although Tom had Julie as a partner to attend the wedding, dating was not on her agenda. Julie in her final year at music school was shutting herself off to indulge in something she called her recital. Tom figured that sounded too deep to interest him. But he didn't seek a fill-in liaison – it just came to him and from an unexpected quarter. Shona took him out to lunch.

"Do you have someone to take to my wedding darling? I haven't heard any talk about you being seen with a female lately... or with a male for that matter."

"Yeah, a lovely young music student practically untouched by human hand."

"Then what is she doing in even the slightest association with you darling?"

Tom looked at where Shona's heart lay mostly under her drooping left breast and then looked at the knife and forks in front of him and finally decided on the slender one-piece butter knife with its long point as being suitable to slide off a rib bone and into the narrow gap between them to reach the heart. How dare Shona suggest he was without morals. Her wine and his beer arrived so the beer took his attention.

"Darling," Shona said, pausing after a tiny sip of her wine and dabbing at her lipstick as if she'd just slurped half a pint of wine. "My mother-to-be has invested in the Manhattan Small Car Company and wants me to do something to stimulate sales for the company as it is bleeding financially. She agreed to me flicking that request to one of my minions."

"You mean executives?"

"Almost the same thing darling; I thought I'd throw the task to you."

"What do I know about small vehicles? I can't drive."

"I think what is required darling is promotional creativity, not to be a racing car driver. Please do it for me darling. Remember you did love my ass."

"Oh I suppose so. Does this new guy Saxton, um...?"

"Darling that is really none of your business and discussing ass over lunch is rather unappetizing."

"I don't mind discussing it."

"That is because you are from Texas darling."

The maid answering the doorbell took Tom to a side room and told him to wait. He was asleep when Nicci Finch-Lynn shook him awake.

"Oh hi. Is your mother off her ass and ready to see me?"

"I am the person you have come to see. I am the wife of Mr Lynn senior."

"Golly wolly Miss Polly. You are younger than Mr Lynn's son."

"Oh, I was hoping no one would notice," Mrs Lynn giggled. "I'm two years younger but don't blame me; Saxton's father did the proposing. I was just a maiden living in South Yarra with my parents when Mr Lynn senior came to dinner."

"Maiden?"

"My claim had never been publicly disputed."

"Then it's totally defensible. You have style Mrs Finch-Lynn."

"Call me Nicci Tom. You are here to revive my personal fortunes. I am facing the loss of the thick end of $2 million invested in a car company that was supposed to return me 15% per annum on my seeding funding but the cars are not selling."

"I see. How many cars does the company need to sell for you to take your money out?"

"Three hundred. That is stated in my contract."

"Have they 300 to sell."

"They have 700 stored in eleven warehouses in New Jersey."

"All pristine new and value for money?"

"Absolutely. I have a photo of five of the cars in our company showroom. Follow me."

They walked up the curving staircase in the center of the magnificent apartment with its white and gold décor to the master bedroom – well judging by the quarter-acre size bed Tom assumed it was the master bedroom.

"Wait here," Nicci said. Tom noticed she locked the door and checked that it was locked.

She went into the dressing room and returned with a photo and smelling as if she'd dunked in her perfume bottle and all the buttons down the front of her top were now undone. Tom thought this was peculiar behavior for a maiden. Not that he had much time to think because Nicci grabbed him and said, "Take me."

Stalling for time, Tom looked at the cute Australian and croaked, "Where, to the car showroom?"

"No you fool," Nicci said and with the expertise of a hooker had him unzipped and pulled out and was down on her knees before he'd had time to blink twice. She looked up and he brushed aside her hair so she could see him.

"I agree to being charged by your agency for this work I want you to do for me. Take the paper clipped to the photo. It has the address of the premises and the name of your contact, chief executive Ruben Hall. Now, where was I?"

Tom felt one of his balls slide into Nicci's mouth before he could say where she was. He thought he shouldn't distract her from the job in hand... and mouth.

Nicci turned out to be next to useless at fellatio – she failed to ignite Tom and herself. But she fell back on to the bed and didn't mind at all Tom slobbering over her big juicies (tits). That was a change; most women carry on as if they'd been hosed with semen all over their best clothes.

It became more interesting when Nicci slid on to the floor, resting on her shoulders and facing Tom, leaving him to stare at a large and a much smaller hole without a hair in sight. But she then spoilt it by yawning before saying, "Take your pick." Fortunately Tom made the right choice and when he sent a wet finger tentatively exploring, Nicci yelled in delight – "An ass fuck. Oh how wonderful!" Now everyone in the house and in apartments beyond would know what Tom was doing to Nicci Finch-Lynn.

An hour later after carrying Nicci to the shower and propping her up to soak, Tom dressed and let himself out thinking the wives of rich men actually did have a role to fill in this world. He felt sated.

The half-page ad ran in two Sunday newspapers. It showed a woman luridly dressed and obviously a hooker behind the wheel of one of The Small Car Company's cars:

'Darlings, these cars are beautiful for driving around Manhattan as they are so small and nippy and can park virtually on top of a parking meter or you can take yours into the store with you if that's allowed. Loaded to the roof with shopping they look great and all women wave at you with big smiles. The kids turn their noses down at them, and that's a real plus. Think about it! Dad has to take them to sport and parties and bigger kids borrow his car. If you don't have a car because you don't have off-street parking then these cars are just right for you – you simply replace the cat with one of these cars and still have plenty of room in your lounge. They only come in four colors so choosing a color should take no more than a day. Men think their legs are too long for them, even short men with large egos think that. But when you entice one into your baby car darling, I'm telling you... he's yours for the duration. How long does it take you darling? It doesn't matter; the comfort is such you might chose to take all week. They are great for toilet stops – you just drive straight in, if that's allowed. Finally darlings, the problem of rising fuel prices. Siphon a pint of gas from your lover or husband's car with his implied consent and you can happily motor for... well all month if you keep the car parked sufficiently. Oh, another thing. These cars have real personality. I call mine Giggles because the short-legged men who want to ride with me believe in the theory of the Big Bang and when I talk about it they giggle in nervous anticipation and I'm not taking about my bad driving here. Get your Little Car today or tomorrow at the latest, won't you darling. Happy giggling.'

TV that Sunday evening showed lines of women blocking the street outside The Little Car Company waiting patiently to buy a new car. The TV reporter presenting the item wiped away tears. "The rush produced a sell-out of these darling wee cars with their huge personality. Some of the waiting women I interviewed were dubious about the car being great for sex or for carting anything much larger than a cake-mixer but they all seemed desperate to get their hands on a car the kids wouldn't be keen to ride in and certainly would turn their noses up at the thought of borrowing it. The only gripe appeared to be the color range restricted to four colors. Most women I spoke to want anywhere from forty to one hundred color choices. I agree. I'm on the six weeks waiting list to get my car. That should be ample time to decide which of the four colors I prefer."

Nicci took Tom to dinner after celebrating with a Big Bang. "Darling can you suggest an enterprising way in which I could invest this almost $2 million and make oodles of money?"

Tom's head whirled like a computer hard drive and he smiled because Nicci had just wet his fingers.

"Yeah, you buy a 70% share of a large car painting business in New Jersey and we'll look after the advertising for you. You change the name of the company signage to Nicci's Paint Shop for Changing the Color of Women's Cars."

"Oh darling, I do believe that will be a sensational success and my business will have many satisfied clients back for repeat business as color preferences do change seasonally and with fashion. Fingers back please darling – I'm burning in excitement and must go again."

Tom went home alone from the restaurant because a chauffeured car arrived to take Nicci somewhere else to join her husband. He arrived in a happy mood and looking around at his small dwelling though he was happy enough to stay there.

Happy enough? Well he could well afford to upgrade two or three levels. He was becoming well heeled. That made him think he'd salt away even more money if he stayed put. It was just that the thought at the back of his mind was he'd not like to bring a woman like Nicci back to his abode. Then what was he doing in the company of a woman like Nicci?

Indeed. 

Tom called Julie. No she was too busy to go out with him between now and the wedding but he could come around for the occasional meal if he wanted to do that.

Was that an invitation or was it what? A brush-off?

"Is that a brush off?"

"No, whatever gave you that idea?"

"You said you were too busy to go out with me and the mention of going around for a meal was lukewarm, scarcely an invitation."

"I'm under pressure at school what with my recital and attempting to lift my marks. I have decided to become a college music teacher, so high marks will be vital in competing for jobs."

"You hadn't explained the pressure you were under."

"I didn't believe you were interested. Please come to dinner on Saturday night. Some of the family will be there – they might all come if told you'll be there."

"Thank you, I accept your kind invitation."

"Oooh, that sounds rather gentlemanly for you. Bye – 7 o'clock, I'll tell mom now."

Rather gentlemanly for you? The little bitch, Tom grinned thinking the artistic academic was rather up herself. He pulled out a beer and sat staring at the blank TV screen thinking.

"Where was his life going? He'd withdrawn from the opportunity to advance into an executive position at work and in all probability, although without academic qualifications, would be invited to become a partner if one of the present three left. Most likely it would be Shona and perhaps soon. He was also in fucking other men's wives.

Tom sighed and turned that into a smile. Well he'd come a long way since coming to New York, leaving behind an empty life completely without a future in sight and becoming a seasoned expert at finding jobs and then being fired, not always being his fault as some of those jobs had been described as short term positions. But boiled down the real difference between Texas and New York was he now had a steady job paying big money.

What this what he wanted? Tom thought no, not being alone in a tiny apartment. Perhaps he would be better off in a serviced apartment with maids to fuck? He supposed such apartments existed but he'd never seen any advertised with bed service provided. 

Well money, a comfortable bed and a good fuck pretty much summed up what he wanted out of life. But really he hadn't thought much beyond that, had he? Not like cousin Jane and now Julie who were committed to achieving their planned future. Women like that would not plan to have a Tom Briscoe in their life.

Hmmm. He really needed to find a woman happy in her work who liked fucking and would never nag at him or try to tell him what to do. Perfect. He would then marry her and they would have a couple of kids out of the city where they could go hunting and fishing and sit in bars and yarn.

He grinned. That really would be the perfect woman... and who would be minding the kids? God he was a no-hoper. Tom pulled out his guitar and sung himself almost to sleep before staggering off to bed. He thought of Nicci, his cum leaking out of her mouth as she sucked him. He'd never seen a woman in that position looking so happy. Tom reached out for her but found the bed beside him empty.

He sighed, sleepily.

Tom had thought something would come along but hadn't expected it to happen so quickly. Jane called. They talked like excited kids and arranged to meet for lunch that day.




Tom Ch. 05



"You're looking amazing," Tom said, as they kissed.

She squeezed him and as she sat down on the patio under a glassed roof said she'd made an effort to look nice for him.

"I work for an advertising company, still here on Madison, that allows me to work in jeans, polo shirt and casual jacket. I should have dressed up for you."

"No, you are a cowboy. Cowboys look awkward when they dress up."

"Spoken like an attorney"

She smiled hugely and said it was so lovely seeing him again. 

Tom's heart lifted. Was she preparing to come back to him? He tossed a bait: "How's you love life, pretty one?"

Jane's face clouded. "It's partly about that and discontent at work that are the reasons why I'm here. I'm paying for this lunch: it's my way of seeing you again and to say goodbye."

Tom went to reply but Jane hushed him.

"I've had three relationships since being with you and all have been unsatisfactory. In the first one I stupidly took up with one of the senior partners in my law firm; he's married. When I saw him one day with his wife and two young teenagers I was shocked at my blatant invasion into their family life. There were times I had taken the husband and father away from that family. I broke it off and he ranted but didn't threaten me. But recently for the second time I was proposed for a junior partnership and again someone slipped in ahead of me. I made careful inquiries and found there was one veto and for the second time by the same person. Guess who?"

"That dumb bastard fucker."

"Oooh, that's a great name for him. Well I've resigned and have a job out of New York. I'm quite excited about it."

"Where?"

"Dallas."

"Dallas, Texas?"

Jane smiled and pretended to look confused. "I think Dallas is in Texas."

"Oh god, you'll love it. I've been there once when I competed in junior finals at a nearby rodeo. The place really hums. May I come and visit?"

"Yes, I'd love that. I'll be in touch when I get settled."

When they were leaving Tom hugged Jane and said, "I'm allowing you to pay for this lunch so that I owe you one and will date you in Dallas to repay your hospitality."

"I'd like that, really like it Tom. I'll be in touch very soon."

They kissed and both must have noticed some of the old magic was back in that final kiss.

Tom walked back to the office barely noticing the tits straining to escape and the swaying asses. He called for a meeting of partners but had to wait more than two hours before all three were free. 

"Guys, do you want to open an office in Dallas?"

They looked at one another and shook their heads.

Tom told them there was this woman in Dallas he'd connected with unexpectedly and he wanted to relocate there.

"When?"

"Within a month, two at the longest."

Ben said, "A guy Terry Struthers we were at university with has a big public relations business in Dallas. I could get you a position with his company perhaps. You crossover into PR anyway. You could always find a slot in advertising agency once you become known for your work."

"Right Ben, my CV and work examples are on our website. Please forward them to your buddy with your commendation and you guys get anything else you require my involvement with placed under my nose for me to clean up. It's been lovely working with you guys. Shona you gave me a huge break when I needed that."

"Well you've repaid me in terms of bringing in new business and my mother-to-be thinks I'm wonderful finding you to clean up her messy business. She thinks you are Christmas. You haven't been fucking her have you?"

"Who me? Cut it out Sharon, she's married!"

The three partners looked at Tom very suspiciously.

Terry Struthers called Tom next day and they chatted amicably and Terry sounded very interested.

"We require a senior to work with medical clients."

"Yuk no. Too boring to do that fulltime. Use me as Mr Fix-it. Talk to Ben because that's really how I'm used here. I'm known in the office as The Specialist Mr Fix-it."

"Your CV doesn't mention that?"

"Talk to Ben. What company wants it know it has problems that new fixing?"

"You talk in PR language."

"Well – advertising, PR and bullshit have that affinity."

Terry laughed and said Tom sounded quite a character and had the advantage of being Texan with New York experience. Unfortunately I do the fix-it work here."

"Well, you'll be able to loaf around running the business won't you? I'll be better a fixer than you are and will bring in new clients because I turn on a big personality for clients and especially women love it. I'm also the guy who comes up with something when all leads have been tried and rejected."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

There was silence and Tom allowed Terry to think.

"I admit you come highly recommended; Ben is no fool and wouldn't over-sell to me. Here's the deal: you start as a junior on $30,000 and will be promoted on performance."

"I'm not coming to Dallas for less than 80k."

"I couldn't justify that."

"Start me on that and fire me after two weeks if you fail to have registered performance from me."

"You'd come to Dallas on that basis?"

"Yeah, why not? I know how good I can perform because I have what some people call vision and my mind ticks away creatively."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, here's a test. What did you think of the name of our outfit?"

"What, Benson, Michaels and Struthers PR?"

'Yes."

"It would be impolite of me to comment."

Terry sighed. "Sonny, you are pitching for a job, big money and sight unseen."

"For a locality which has the enterprise to come up with a name like Cowtown Coliseum the name of your firm is a disgrace."

"We have been in discussions about it. What would you suggest?"

"PR Action if it hasn't been taken or perhaps PR Solutions but I'd think someone would have been smart enough to grab that one and Dallas PR is likely to be the oldest PR firm in town. I'd think about OK PR or if you feel like taking a risk, and I would if starting up, why not Cowtown Communications or even Think Big Communications?"

"Jesus – are all those just off the top of your head or are most of them PR firms you know in New York?"

"PR companies in New York have names like Benson, Michaels and Struthers PR."

Terry laughed and said Tom should email a couple of days before arriving. "I agree to 80k and you being our Mr Fix-it Guy at Large – Ben recommend I hire you with that title. Secondly you will fired at the end of two weeks should you have failed to impress but already I'm thinking that would seem unlikely."

"Bye Terry, and thanks."

Tom and Julie had a great time at the wedding and Julie was appalled late in the evening that the bridegroom's stepmother appeared to be attempting to drag Tom into the women's restroom.

Kissing Julie goodnight on the porch of her parent's home Julie said he could sleep with her if he wished. Tom thought about it and seeing her face fall as a result of the delayed response he said he was a little concerned about her mother.

"Oh I don't figure mom is expecting to join us."

"Although Julie was a little drunk never had she joked like that. Tom was impressed and said okay and was told Dorothy had expected he would stay as it was his last night in New York and would be a lovely way to say goodbye to Julie.

Tom gave Julie a goodbye to remember.

More to Come



Tom Ch. 06



CHAPTER 6

An irritated older guy was standing at reception waiting for a receptionist to appear when Tom entered the dingy offices of Benson, Michaels and Struthers PR.

"May I help you sir?"

"Do you work here?"

"Yes."

"I own Robinson's Clearance House and had advertised heavily to promote the clearance of a line of five gallon ceramic pickling pots. We'd ordered 150 pots but they failed to arrive on time and this morning a container of 1500 was dumped outside our premises. It's a complete fuck-up. I want assistance to prepare an advertisement apologizing to customers and then I'm off to my attorney to sue the stupid supplier who is refusing to take back the shipment."

"You are a trader Mr Robinson. You must NEVER apologize to the public. That would be interpreted as a sign of weakness and encourage consumers to complain. Come over here and sit with me while I draft an ad for you on that back of your piece of paper. How many pots have we to clear?"

"Fifteen fucking hundred."

"Hmmm. That's a bit of a challenge but Benson, Michaels and Struthers PR is up to it Mr Robinson."

Tom scribbled away. "I hope you can read this Mr Robinson. I've only started here today so don't have a computer yet to provide a printout."

Mr Robinson read the advertisement: 

'COLOSSAL OPPORTUNITY

Golden opportunity for a never-to-be-repeated purchase of precious old-style unadorned five-gallon kitchen ceramic pickling pots. Will last a lifetime with care. Granny kept honey and pickles in hers and the supplies lasted all year, if you remember. Ten thousand uses -- honey, pickles, rice, potatoes, shoe polish equipment, front porch decoration (they paint up well), baby's living room toys... need we go on? Think nostalgia and buy a pot for twenty-five bucks. You probably will be carried away and buy two. Load up the trunk with them. But hurry, delay going to Robinson's Clearance House and you'll miss out. These pots only arrived a few hours ago and will be all cleared out before the end of trading today.'

"Twenty-five bucks each? I was only asking for fifteen."

"People pay more money if they perceive value, and how much value Mr Robinson, would you put on nostalgia?"

"I really don't know. In some cases heaps I suppose."

"Exactly and that's what people will read into this newspaper advertisement tomorrow morning. It won't matter if you haven't sold out by nightfall because next day's customers will simply assume another shipment has arrived."

"It could take three weeks to clear 1500 ceramic pots."

"Mr Robinson. I'm charging you $300 for this work. Place it as a half page advertisement and I guarantee you'll be clean out of pots before end of trading tomorrow. You best notify police some traffic control might be necessary."

"Oh yeah, says who? And three hundred bucks for some scribbled words is rather steep."

"Pay at the counter Mr Robinson. I ask you to play fair: I'll pay you one thousand dollars tomorrow if there are any pristine pots unsold after 4:00 pm."

"You're kidding. If you think nostalgia will do it why don't your feature that in the heading and first sentence of the advertisement?"

"I'm serious about that thousand dollar payment Mr Robinson. It doesn't apply to unsold pots with significant flaws. When people read deep into that advertisement the word nostalgia will ring their bell, or so I believe. It's part of the magic of advertising."

Tom took Mr Robinson over to the receptionist, now back in her seat and filing her nails.

"Hi, I'm Tom Briscoe."

"Oh hi Tom. We were expecting you today."

"Please run out an invoice for Mr Robinson for $300 for advertising services via Tom Briscoe and he'll give you the check now."

"Thank you sir. It has been a pleasure to serve you. I shall call in on you tomorrow at 4:00 for you to pour my a whisky."

"And to hand over a thousand bucks," Mr Robinson said, smiling, two gaps in his bottom teeth prominent.

Thirty-eight people worked at the agency and Tom met most of them before being taken into the partner's inner sanctum where Terry Struthers clasped him by the shoulders affectionately and introduced him to Sadie Michaels and Manson Benson.

"We decided on Friday, unanimously and I must say with enthusiasm, to re-register our company as Think Big Communications Inc. We will take you to lunch today to celebrate this big rejig and for your splendid contribution."

"Thank you Jerry. I hope to serve you guys well. My desk awaits me so off I go unless I'm wanted for anything else?" 

"No, off you go," Jerry said. "Welcome aboard."

Well Jerry was okay but the other two were a little surly, Tom thought. At his desk Tom checked for emails (none, understandably) and on the electronic staff notice board found a message from Jerry welcoming him and a statement that Tom was a gifted concepts person and was available to help anyone at anytime as his role was to act in developing concepts and being available as an adviser to get personal out of deep trouble.

A thin, nervous guy came up to Tom's desk and said a client was coming in to review his draft announcement in which last year's Rodeo Queen was refuting suggestions she was gay. Tom was about to read the press release when reception called on the speaker system that Mrs Conway was waiting for Jasper Coglan.

Tom went with Jasper and asked who was Mrs Conway.

"Head of consumer relations at the chemical company that sponsored Wendy Poole, last year's Rodeo Queen. She's uptight because her job could be on the line over this because she talked her company into sponsoring Wendy. Of course the company was delighted she won the contest but that has now turned to custard." 

Jasper walked into the small meeting room confidently and introduced Tom to Mrs Tina Conway and Miss Wendy Poole, calling him a senior executive of the public relations company, attending to give support if required. Both women didn't lick their lips when they spotted Tom but he thought they almost did. The reaction from Wendy encouraged him.

Tina put on reading glasses and read aloud: "Last year's Rodeo Queen strenuously denies she is gay and wants to put the record straight. She respects gays but isn't one of them. She is extremely upset that this nasty rumor is circulating and threatens to take anyone found spreading it to court. 'This despicable lie must stop,' Miss Poole said in a statement today."

"And that's it?" Tina asked sarcastically. "My 4-year old could have done better than that."

Cheeks flaming Jasper said he very much doubted that.

Tom cut in smoothly. "Jasper and I thought perhaps that was the type of statement you wanted but we do have another in mind, the one we think you'd accept."

"Do we?" Jasper asked but before Tina could crush him with her curled lip Tom cut across her bow: Tell me Wendy, do you fuck women?"

"Of course she doesn't," Tina fumed. "How dare you ask such a question. This is outrageous."

"By quiet Mrs Conway. Answer me Wendy."

"Of course not, well not since college. But then all women experiment at college, don't they?"

"No they don't," Tina said. "And you didn't."

"Actually I've heard a couple of female graduates admit that was one of the best things about going to college," Tom said.

The women looked shocked.

"Wendy, I ask you to confirm or deny: have you had sexual connection of the vulva or rectum with any female in the last two years."

"No, absolutely not. I'll swear my denial on the flag. Guys fuck me, not females."

Tom smiled. "I believe you Wendy, absolutely. We needed that assurance before we put this foul rumor to bed."

Tom said to Jasper to duck out and fetch his other draft and when Jasper looked blank Tom said it didn't matter he thought he could remember it:

Last year's Rodeo Queen Wendy Poole chuckled last night when told a rumor was circulating she was gay.

'If I were taking anyone to bed or ducking into the backseat of a vehicle it would be a guy, absolutely. I love women, but not in that way. Great Scott, what do you take me for? My mom would kill me if that were true and here I am alive and without a bruise on me. Some sick weirdo will be jealous of my success -- probably some bitch who can't even ride a mule and who is resentful of my brief time of fame whereas she just sat on her butt and fumed. And then she thought she was Einstein and began to spread the lie that I was gay. People who adored me last year when I was crowned and led the procession, I ask you please keep the faith. I performed to the highest level to represent you all as a worthy -- um I can't quite say maiden -- as a worthy and idealistic young woman. Nothing has changed. I hope gay people recognize I have been wrongly labeled and will accept that morally I'm as straight as an arrow. Long live rodeo and God protect future Rodeo Queens'.

"T-that's amazing Jasper," Tina said. "It's sensitive and paints positive and uplifting images."

"Jasper thanks you Mrs Conway. What do you think Wendy?"

"I thought my absolute denial I was gay should appear right at the start of the statement."

"Jasper, answer our client please."

"Er and have at least have the readers laugh and say you lying bitch?"

Mrs Conway said, "He's right Wendy. Some readers will appreciate your somewhat lighthearted response and think the rumor is foul and mischievous and you are virtually ignoring it with contempt. Then that 'straight as an arrow' line will ring true."

"Agreed Tina," Tom said using her first name now he was more happier with her. "Being openly dismissive is far stronger than being heavily in denial simply because some people suspect anyone who denies something is lying. It's a funny world."

Jasper asked, "Mrs Conway, do you authorize me to blitz the media forthwith with our second statement beginning, 'Last year's Rodeo Queen Wendy Poole chuckled last night...'? We have a charming photo of Wendy taken at last year's parade to go with it."

"Yes of course."

"And you agree with that Wendy?"

"Absolutely Jasper."

"This session has been recorded purely for legal purposes," Jasper said. "I shall copy the wording of the release you have approved."

"Thank you Jasper. Mr Briscoe has a wonderfully creative mind, able to fire on the spot, doesn't he?"

Jasper flushed and said. "Yes indeed Mrs Conway. He was inspirational."

Tom escorted the women to the elevators. 

Tina said, "Tom, would you meet me at The Library Bar at the Melrose Hotel on Oak Lawn Avenue at about 6:00 this evening. It will take around 15 minutes to get there from here by cab at that time of evening. You just may have saved the day for me."

"The big boss didn't like the rumor?"

"Not one little bit. I should be out of the woods providing a few media run that piece."

"We'll submit it with out best effort to the Morning News as your chairman and president will be bound to read that newspaper."

"Good man. Is 6:00 okay?"

"Very much so. I was wondering what bar to hit tonight."

At the bar that evening Tina waved Tom over and he apologized for being a little late. He asked how long did she have before she had to get home to the family.

She laughed. "Oh, Dave and I have yet to have children. I mentioned the 4-year old to give Jasper a bit of a hurry up."

They conversed. Tina had heard of Loving, Texas, but was unsure where the county was and wasn't really interested in finding out. Tom found out she was thirty-two and married to a 40-year old who was currently in Washington on business.

"Does that fact interest you?"

Tom replied carefully. "Could be."

She laughed. "I intended to take you to dinner as well as coming to this bar."

"As my reward?"

She laughed easily and asked would that be reward enough or did he feel he was worth more?"

"Depends on what's on offer."

Tina looked at him steadily over her glass and laughed and at that point Tom realized his hostess used her laugh very effectively. He'd floated a teaser and she'd responded with a laugh once again, implying an answer but it had not been answered. She was laughing to sound deceptively casual while all the time she was setting him up.

Well, was she worth it? Well they usually all were worth it. Tina was neat, well dressed with beautiful hair and a pleasant face. Tom thought the breasts looked lively for such a slim woman and her legs, from what he'd glimpsed so far, could be rather outstanding. Yes, she was worth a bit of heavy attention.

"This is a very pleasant bar."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Have you decided to go for the remainder of what's on offer and seduce me?"

"Yes."

"Oh, a man of few words. Aren't they all?"

* * *

After kissing strenuously -- a good word for it -- just inside the door of the house Thom said, do you mind if we leave out the main bedroom?"

"Not at all and how considerate," Tina said. "The guest room is a suite."

"Perfect."

"I've been married four years Tom and this is only my second outbreak of infidelity. The more I thought of you saving my neck the more I began thinking of taking you to bed. It then began closing in on me but I avoided panting."

"Well I'm not married and turned twenty-five three weeks ago, the event passing unnoticed because I was between girlfriends. I've followed a former flame here and will look her up soon. She's taken a position as an attorney with Macdonald Law Group."

"Never heard of them. I only wanted this to be a one night stand anyway."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. God what do you take me for Tom -- a slut?"

"A very high-class one."

"You jerk," she yelled, laughing, at attempted to knee him in the balls. But he was too quick and caught her off-balance, pulled her top almost over her head and carried her over his shoulder and into the guest room, she interrupting her yelling to be put down to direct him to the right room.

She lay on her back on the bed, almost panting, heavily aroused. Tom leaned over and tweaked an upright nipple noticeable under her enclosed bra and as her mouth opened she held out her arms and pulled him into a long, long kiss. He knew she was on the verge of screaming for sex. Her body was writhing slowly. How long had hubby been away?

"I don't suck... just push it in. Please."

And then, "Ohmigod, it's curved, almost like a cutlass... here let me steer it in. Just push -- I'm more than adequately moist... I'm dripping!"

Tom looked down at her in admiration. Her talk was helpful and technically correct in a very simplified by pragmatic way. What a change from the usual lies of women: 'Oh Tom, darling, I do love you so... I know I must not do this... Oh god Tom you are too big for me... Never in my entire life have I had my bell rung in such a heavenly way'. That last quote had been voiced in such a breathless, smiling way by Jane Briscoe than Tom had almost been seduced into believing it.

"There we go honey," Tina said, smiling hugely. "It's a beautifully tight fit but I'll expand when you swell and will cope with a couple of fingers added if that is your strategy towards the end."

Hmmm, thought Tom. This woman is free about her sexual experience instead of pretending she only gets it twice a year -- Christmas and on her birthday. Well no deceptions, no surprises. How refreshing.

Tina, stroking the sensitive patch between his balls and asshole with a finger said, "Wendy has been involved in a heavy affair with one of her mother's best girlfriends."

Tom groaned, convulsed and flooded the far depths of Tina's cunt. 

"That was rather early," she giggled.

Just before dawn the sated Tina told Tom to go.

"Neighbors talk," she said in explanation, kissing him. Tom couldn't find his underpants and there was no way her panties would fit. She kissed him and rolled over to sleep, leaving him to let himself out. His usefulness had ended.

Tom borrowed the cabby's newspaper and found the picture of virginal Wendy on page 7. Well Tina would be pleased and Wendy would smile cynically. Jasper would be basking in his success and good on him. Glancing through the business section he found a photo of himself -- Struthers, Michaels and Benson announcing his appointment as a senior consultant.

As the cab neared the cheap hotel where he was staying until he found somewhere permanent to hole up his phone went. He thought expansively, Tina's yearning cunt compelling her to request his immediate return?

"Hi."

"Oh hi Jane. It's lovely hearing your sweet voice again. I suppose you are married?"

"You haven't asked me yet."

Shock hit Tom but he let that one slide.

She took up the silence. "I've just read about your appointment. Extremely well done."

"I'm surprised you read the business section; it doesn't feature clothes or makeup?"

"It's compulsory reading for attorneys."

"Ah and also the crime and the social pages?"

"Very good. I'm thrilled you have come to Dallas. When were you going to contact me?"

"After I find permanent accommodation. At present I'm cheap and seedy."

"You always were darling, but I take it you mean your present accommodation. Come stay with me."

"What?"

"Those words were spoken in English darling. What was it about them you didn't understand?"

"You just took me by surprise."

"I hope I always will darling. Welcome to Dallas. I'll phone you later about lunch when we both are into our work schedules for the day. We need to talk about you shifting in. I'm pretty liberal but have a thing about dirty underwear being left about the place. Bye."

"By glorious Jane."

"Oooh."

Tom found they were stopped outside his hotel.

* * *

Jasper rushed up to him with the press cutting, face aglow.

"Yes buddy, I saw it. Well done. You now know to think about the problem rather than charge into it unprepared, won't you?"

"It was a masterful lesson in construction and handling clients Tom. Better than most confrontations we acted out at college. Who was your professor?"

"Oh I never ventured past high school academically."

"Pull the other one," Jasper laughed. "You require a degree in communications or media studies to even start in PR."

Tom walked on, smiling. A pretty young thing intercepted him.

"Ah good morning. Um, Jill isn't it?"

"Close Tom, it's Billie. I just wish to say you were so good with Jasper and that has given him such a confidence boost. He told us everything. I wonder if you could help me out?"

"Sure, just allow me to put my attaché case on my desk. I don't need one but unless I carry around a laptop people won't believe I work in PR. What is it honey?"

"I wonder if you could help me out, um, after work?"

"Sorry darling, I don't do house calls. Try Jasper. The guy has talent, it just needs to be eased out. Sexual experience could be just the thing to do it for him. He's so eager to get into sexual rhythm and I'm sure to an experienced young woman like you would act like an eager puppy and after the sex would be good on fetch and carry."

"Fetch and carry you say?" Billie said, turning to look back as Jasper.

"Go get him darling."

"I will. I'll ask him to invite me out to lunch today."

The female partner Sadie Michaels, cold-faced with a stiff back, stopped at Tom's desk and said, "Well done."

"Huh?"

"The lifebuoy piece that will save Tina Conway."

"Jasper did that. I only went along to give him support."

"Oh yeah? Jasper is a junior under my supervision and is hanging on by his fingertips. I'm advised him to consult with you constantly."

"I'd welcome that. He'll make because he has focus but has to learn how to control it."

"Fine. That piece as published is a piece of PR spin magic. No way was Tina Conway going to survive this one because that stupid beautiful little bitch is in romance with a much older woman. But the president and board at Tina's company will now believe what they are reading in the Morning News rather than listening to rumor. Well done. I didn't think I'd like you, coming here without qualifications, but you are beginning to influence my thinking."




Tom Ch. 06



"Oh great. We must have lunch sometime."

"Tom, I'm forty-eight and am in long-term lesbian relationship."

"Is that unnecessary declaration relevant? I find it cool being on friendly terms with my bosses."

"Ohmigod, you are so smooth Tom Briscoe," Sadie smiled and walked off. She turned and looked back and Tom waved. She actually gave a little hand flutter back.

Tom was reading the company's Personnel Induction Manual to find if anything of relevance to him when a woman rushed up.

"Hi, I'm Rosemary Clark. I have a client involved in an ammonia spill. A road tanker overturned and one of the compartments fractured and some of the spill has reached a waterway. This is a disaster in the making for the company."

"Just an unfortunate hiccup if we do our job. Get someone out onsite right now with an ID neck card and clipboard to look as if he or she intends doing something and a spare phone battery. Here's my card. Use me as your office coordinator. What are you doing?"

"I'm on my way to the client. I only came to you to ask if you'd be my office coordinator."

"Good girl."

"I'm over forty."

"All pretty women look girlish to me."

"Tom stop it; some other time."

"Oh yeah. Sorry. Remember, your client will rise or fall on this one according to the quality of containment. They must be seen doing everything that has to be done and going it perfectly so they are congratulated although censured at the resultant inquiry."

"Oh god, I hadn't thought that far ahead because it's all on out there. The authorities are deciding whether to start evacuating homes."

"In that case use Jasper as your field guy to interface with the media. You can brief him by phone. He'll know to contact me if he runs into anything sticky. Get your ass moving Rosemary. You should be with the client. I'll text you as soon as I've read ordinances relating to ammonia spills."

"Thanks Tom. You're a peach."

Tom looked at Rosemary's not unduly plump ass as she ran off and then sighed, remembering he'd also noticed the wedding ring. Looking down the room Tom saw Jasper grab his coat and dive for the door. He went to Rosemary's PA Diana and got the name of the client and smiled. It was Tina's company. He thought the impact of this big one would scare her pussy dry.

Jerry rushed up. "I was told Rosemary had briefed you. Are you our coordinator?"

"Yes."

"What's the drill?"

"Pacify, cooperate fully with authorities, be frank with the media and emphasis to the client that quality of containment is paramount."

"Good man. Rosemary's a great operator -- I have full confidence in her. I'll call her to emphasize quality of containment is everything."

"I've already done that, using those exact words."

"Have you worked in an emergency like this?"

"No, I simply thought about the end inquiry and then worked my thinking backwards."

"Jesus," Jerry said, slapping Tom on the shoulder. Good boy."

Tom timed his start on this project on a job sheet on his laptop and action taken or recommended since then and with a smile noted the time Jerry had rushed up as senior monitor of quality control. He then read about the regulations relating to chemical spills and added a summary of that to his work sheet and then emailed a précis of that to Rosemary and Jasper. He then called Terry.

"I need a couple of TV sets down here and a support person."

"Oh god, I'm thinking like an amateur," Terry said. "This could be big. Come up to the boardroom and make it your ops center. Rosemary's PA will be the best person for you -- I contact Diana now. Why haven't we given you access to a personal assistant?"

"Why ask me?"

"Ah, quite. There's nothing on TV yet... oh here's a flash announcement... 18-wheeler driver killed allegedly running a red light, crashed into bulk tanker filled with ammonia... huge spill... oh god, 200 homes being evacuated. You better get out there Tom."

"No, I'm far more useful here, especially with TV sets and listening to police radio bands. One person on the ground doesn't get that bird's eye view. TV will be up in a chopper any minute. Send Mason or Sadie to be with the client in their boardroom -- no, send both for bigger impact. This is a PR operation for us too."

"Belinda -- drop everything and come with me," Tom called to the consultant to the security industry. "This is an emergency." She came running and followed Tom to the boardroom. He put her on to the radio scanner listening to police and fire radio bands.

"Jerry call a contact with the police. We need to know if that truck driver did crash a red light. If he did some of the cloud will be lifted off our client." Jerry picked up his phone without saying sarcastically yes boss.

"We have pictures," called the arriving Diana, looking at one of the TV screens that had just switched to the spill scene.

"Minor spill?... it's a fucking major. Look at all those Fire Department crews in breathing apparatus," Tom called.

Jerry, waiting for his contact to return to the phone, said, "Precautionary. You don't fool around with ammonia."

"It's not raining -- that pool around the tanker can't be rainwater. More than one compartment in the tanker might have ruptured and the splits in the tank are hidden from our view."

"Oh damn, Terry swore. "But he came off the phone attempting not to smile. The 18-wheeler driver is confirmed dead. Also logbook indicates he'd been driving illegally, well over the limit. It appears 14 hours with two stops for diesel and take-outs."

"Oh fuck," yelled Diana, "Look, the white cloud, it's going to blow and all those fire crews are nearby."

"No, that's the spilt liquid beginning to vaporize," Tom yelled. "Should be okay."

"Why aren't the fire crews pouring water to dilute it?"

"They have to absolutely drench it hugely with hoses spraying simultaneously Terry," Tom said, having read up on ammonia spills. "Unless it's blanketed with water the liquid could explode massively. That white cloud is drifting downwind, requiring more evacuations I would think and other people will be warned to stay indoors."

One of the TV's switched to filming from a helicopter.

"Ah, that's why we are seeing a pool of liquid," Tom said. "Emergency crews have achieved containment by making that brown line of probably sand-filled membrane we can see."

"I see it," Terry said. "It's acting like a damn."

"Perhaps less liquid has escaped that what I thought," said Tom. "It's just the mass of a ponding effect. Here's a tanker standing off. My guess is they aim to pump the liquid into that tanker. A dangerous operation as any spark could cause an explosion. But water saturation would be massive and drain off into waterways. It's been decided this is the safer option."

Rosemary called and told Tom Sadie and Mason had just arrived. Tom put his phone on to speaker.

"It's not as bad as it would appear. We are receiving continuous reporting from Jasper who being the first media person on the scene is in the command vehicle. The tanker was carrying 10 tons of anhydrous ammonia -- liquid ammonia to you morons -- and it is thought less that half a ton has escaped but that's still serious until properly contained under optimum storage conditions. They are attempting to pump the spilled liquid into another tanker standing some way off to avoid anyone or anything causing sparks within the gas surrounding the overturned tanker. If you are watching TV that white cloud is the liquid turning back into gas and the gas will become invisible as it rises to disperse into the atmosphere. Ten people including one firefighter with burns to a hand because he was carrying his gloves instead of wearing them have been taken to hospital. One asthmatic is in a bad way. Up to 600 homes downwind have been or are being evacuated. This is not going quite the PR disaster the client had expected, thank god. That's it for now."

"Thanks Rosemary," Tom said. "Brilliant report. Need any more resource?"

"No but get the boss to call these two partners he's sent here to just smile and make compliments to the chairman and company president and leave me to call the PR shots. I'm the expert in this field and don't want those jerks fouling up."

"As good as done Rosemary darling. Our chief has heard your comment."

"Oh crap. Um I mean what I say Terry. Over and out."

Tom scratched his chin. "You have some great people on your team Terry."

Terry and everyone in the room looked at Tom and nodded.

Rosemary returned to the office three days later, looking dreadful. She'd only slept during the wee hours. She'd been managing press conferences and one-on-one interviews with the client and had visited the twenty-one people who were hospitalized and every one of the 157 people who were treated at the scene and were referred to their own doctors. She'd gone with the company president to take flowers to the widow of the deceased truck driver and then went to the shaken but uninjured tanker driver to present him with air tickets and full accommodation vouchers for the family of four to a ski resort in Colorado.

She then sat in with company executives for hours of tediously repetitive interviews in the compilation of a multitude of reports by various federal, state and local officials.

"God I'm fucked," she yawned, arriving at the office and walking in on Terry who was working with Tom on the draft debriefing on the emergency to be bound and distributed to every consultant as a case study once Rosemary had signed off on it.

Terry threw his car keys to Tom. "Get Diana to go with you and take Rosemary home. She'll go to sleep in the car."

"I can't drive."

"Of course you can. Every kid in American starts driving when five or six."

"Well I can stand on the bare back of a horse and ride it at a canter but I've never learned to drive a vehicle."

"Well get Diana to drive and you nurse Rosemary in the back seat."

"Oooh, I'll be in Tom's arms. What a wonderful way to end this assignment."

"You are to return with Diana buster; this star performer is married."



Tom Ch. 07



CHAPTER 7

Lit by flickering candlelight in the restaurant, a trace of lipstick on his upper lip, Thom said, "Together at last."

"Yes our missed lunch engagement because of the chemical spill and then me being sent to Austin for three days. I was beginning we weren't destined to meet again. You can inspect the apartment when we finish up here and see if it meets your requirements.

"Does it have a bed and a sturdy sofa?"

"Yes of course."

"Then it meets my requirements."

Jane finally worked out what he was on about and blushed. "God, you are so earthy. How will I manage taking you anywhere?"

"So we really are going to cohabit?"

"I sincerely hope so. I feel committed."

"Me too."

"Oh Tom, is that all you're going to say."

"I just thought you'd not want me to go on about sex."

Jane sighed. "How right you are. There are other things to life."

"Name one if you can," Tom charged.

"Tom Briscoe. You are incorrigible."

Tom grinned and said she said that as if she liked him.

"Well, quite frankly, I do. And it's just not because you know how to use your dick. There is still something of a little boy in you. You love to tease and another thing I love is if you have nothing to say you prefer to say nothing. We'll have to work on that one of course. You have that survivor's mentality -- you are scared of no one and appear able to do things without any experience in the field. It's simply amazing."

"No, it's called common sense. Come home with me to see if mom and dad accept our fraternization."

"Oh my, swallowed a dictionary since we were last together, have you?"

"Words and expressions kind of sneak up on you."

"They do, they do indeed. I'm not crossing Texas just to be rebuffed by your parents. I mean to be told I ought not be sleeping with you."

"You mean fucking me?"

"Oh Tom, ease back. I'm sensitive about this."

"Hmmm. Well what about this? I write mom and suggest she and dad drive to Junction. The best man at their wedding Mr Latham has a fly fishing business there on the Llano River. The guys haven't seen each other in years and dad's spent most of my life talking about going to see what Dave is up to one day. I'll send them money for gas -- it's a trip of over four hours plus stops for them. For us it's five hours -- you can drive can't you?"

"Yes."

"We'll get a rental and I'll pay."

"No we'll split all costs."

"Thanks. That tells me you are committed. I say to mom I have shifted to Dallas and ran across you and we are the best of buddies."

"Buddies?"

"Mom isn't dumb. Your parents would have been talking to them about us when we got together in New York."

"Fucking you mean."

Tom grinned. "Shhhh. I'm sensitive."

"You are such a big tease," Jane giggled. "What if they refuse to meet us in Junction?"

"Mom often says nothing ventured, nothing gained. She'll know what this is about and dad will pick wax out of his ear and say he's not going and mom will say 'You're going' and that will be the end of that. To answer your question, either way it doesn't much matter but my thinking is mom who's never seen you in the flesh will take one look at you and think grandchildren and..."

"Tom, I'll marry you but children... I still haven't come to a conclusion about that."

"The risk of deformities will be higher than non-related parents but it's still acceptably low in my opinion."

"You have studied it?"

"When you began fucking me in New York it seemed relevant to look up information on the web about the offspring of first cousins."

"We could be unlucky."

Tom reached for Jane's hand. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained."

"I would love to have children. Um, would you mind if I stopped taking my birth control pills."

"No, I commit to you Jane."

"Oh darling, what a wonderful thing to hear you say."

"Well there you go. I also think if we do commit to a wedding and mom and dad attend your father will come, with or without your mother. Carl will also come as he'll be best man."

"What, when did you figure that out?"

"When flying down from New York actually. The female flight attendants looked unappetizing."

"I bet some had big tits."

"Well yes, but I thought my marital prospects deserved all of my attention darling."

"I bet."

The apartment was easily large enough for two people, each swinging a cat and then room over.

"I could live here," Tom said in admiration.

"Done," Jane said, handing him a key-card and said she'd arrange for him to be added to the contract as a co-tenant. "That means we share all the outgoings from next Monday, the start of the new rental month."

"And the establishment costs including setting up."

"No, that's on me."

Tom scratched his head. "Do we have basement garaging?"

"Yes, the rental comes with rights to one space but more are available to lease."

Tom smiled as if he'd come up with a winner. "In that case you choose a car tomorrow or soon after and I will pay for it."

"Something low and sporty or an a four-wheel drive truck that we can camp out in?"

"Ah, the camping out deal. I knew you'd be an exciting mate. Out there in the open fucking, the one on the bottom looking at the stars."

"Oh Tom. Tell me that again. It sounds heavenly."

"What you want me to talk to you about fucking?"

"Under the stars, yes."

"Is the inclusion of stars that makes the difference?"

"Yes."

"Oh I think I understand."

Tom extricated Jane from her bra and when he placed both hands around her tits she said softly, "I want you to love them darling."

"Oh I do. Can't decide with you whether I like your tits or your cunt best."

Jane sighed. "I think given a few years I'll get used to you darling" and sighed again when she saw Tom looking at her proudly.

Jane sat facing him and holding him delicately insisted in sliding it in so she could watch it closely.

"Have you ever done that to a guy before.

"Not with that intensity."

"Answered like an attorney."

She smiled and began bouncing, feeling him thicken as he watched her tits flying around. She went to control them with her arms, thinking she must look like one of his hookers, but he said gently, "Don't... I want to see them expressing themselves and you allowing them the freedom to do that tells me you are giving me your all."

Jane screamed, falling on to his chest, hips convulsing.

After a little rest she resumed, leaning on his chest so he used his hands to push her up and down until she felt stronger and pushed up on her hands to get leverage to do the job herself. He spread his fingers over his ass cheeks. She liked that. Revived she began using her muscles to roll her lower belly. He really liked that so she picked up the pace. 

She thought, god that was the best way for a woman to feel a guy inside her. 

Tom slapped one side of Jane's ass quiet hard. She bellowed and bellowed again when he smacked the other side. His fingers really dug into the cheeks of her ass. She slammed into him, tightening everything she could and as she began coming. Looking through a red haze she him saw his eyes roll back and he threw his head back. His mouth opened and the arteries and sinews in his neck stood out fearsomely and every bit of skin she could see darkened and then he groaned and pulling her to him painfully, he began pumping cum.

"Jesus," Jane said, slipping off him and rolling on to the floor, feeling liquids oozing from her. She went to sleep and awoke around 3:00 am to find herself in bed. He was stretched out beside her.

Jane went to the bathroom and feeling dried cum on her thighs thought sex so she stirred him and hunched up and waited for him to do her doggy.

"Hi," he whispered, nibbling her ear. "Look what daddy's got for you."

It seemed very big when she looked round and saw it.

She whimpered. 

* * *

The sound of a bellowing cow on the charge almost made Jane wet her pants. Some 190lbs of Kate Briscoe charged at them and the meaty arms slung Tom and Jane against her enormous bosom and she boomed, "Oh your naughty darlings. I am so happy to have you both in my arms."

"Mom, you're bee crushing sweet Jane."

"Oh darling, my apologies. I do get carried away at times. It is such a delight having you here and seeing you for the first time. You are such a darling. Alan, over here and greet your future daughter and no negative comments, thank you."

"Er hi Jane. You are prettier than I expected."

"Thank you Mr Briscoe." 

"Oh call me Alan. We are not registered as Briscoe's living in Loving because we prefer not paying taxes."

"What if IRS people come looking for you?"

"Well some counties have one-horse towns. Loving County only has one town, and a small one at that. So IRS people are unlikely to come looking for us. And if they don't know we're there why would they come looking?"

"That is profound logic Alan. I can see you have influenced your son's thinking."

"What? I didn't tell him to go to bed with his cousin."

"Oh surely it could have been much worse Alan. I might have been male."

"Eh? I can see why my boy likes you; you pull his tit."

A growl sounded from Kate. "Alan, the proper term for it is intellectually stimulating."

"That sound oil drilling talk," muttered Alan, walking back to sit outside the fishing and tackle shop and scratching fleas off a retired hunting dog.

Jane was aware from her complaining mother that her father came down to Texas once a year to talk to brother Alan and fuck Kate. At first sight she found that very unlikely. Her mother at 5ft 7in tall weighed 115lbs and had had more visits for nip and tuck cosmetic surgery than most people would have going to their dentist. Clement dressed very fashionably whereas Kate, also about 5ft 7in tall would probably weight in at 200lbs. She had a piece of material the size of a double bed sheet wrapped around her and a plastic flower fastened above her left breast with a big safety pin. 

But as Jane watched Kate, bent over with almost a headlock on her son, talking and cooing and laughing with him, she decide her father could recognize warmth and personality when he saw it. Aunt Kate was a real darling and would have oodles of energy to swing her ass. "Be in dad," she murmured and then blushed, not having meant to be that risqué.

* * *

Well into their journey, enjoying their Jeep Liberty Sports Utility already confirmed after long travel as a very appropriate vehicle for them, Tom said, "Well that reunion went better than expected. Mom absolutely loves you and dad thinks you are okay."

"I like them, I really do. So they are all for us marrying."

"Right, let's do it."

Jane sighed.

"Oh, dinner at a restaurant with candles and then I pop the question?"

"Something like that. You mom told me you're a good cook. I'd like a grand dinner presented by you under candlelight in our apartment and for you to propose between mains and desert."

"Okay."

"Do you mean that?"

"Of course I do sweet Jane."

"Oooh."

They had that dinner, cooked by Tom, he proposed and Jane said yes. Tom said what now and Jane didn't know; she said it seemed so complicated. Her parents were no longer speaking to her and there was no way Alan and Kate Briscoe would ride on an aircraft to Dallas. Alan said it was too far to drive just for a wedding and the size of that city would scare the crap out of him. Perhaps we should give a wedding a miss."

"Oh that sounds promising," Tom said but he thought he saw her chin drop. "On the other hand we better let it ride for a while and see what eventuates." 

Jane's chin definitely lifted.

He sighed.

The hiatus continued for almost two months. Sometimes it's the little things that count.

At work Jane came under the supervision of a female partner who treated her unfairly, Jane thought, being the only female in that team of eleven attorneys. She told Tom she felt like quitting and he said give it another two weeks and then make an unemotional decision.

Tom was offered a partnership at his workplace with the imminent retirement of Mason Benson who wanted to develop his hobby of portrait photography into a commercial enterprise. Tom asked Jane what did she think. She wanted to be where he was happiest. So Tom said he would rather return to New York. He watched her face light up but she didn't say a word except to say the decision was his.

Tom had a meeting with partners next morning. "Jerry, Sadie -- thanks for making me this offer but both Jane and I are in a bit of a hole. It's as if we are waiting for something to happen but it's not happening."

"That's called a hiatus," Sadie said.

Tom grunted and said he called it a fucking bore. "Look guys, would it inconvenience you if I resigned and left in a fortnight. I have some work to clean up?"

Jerry said that would be fine. They would be sad to lose him but these things happen. "Actually with paying out Mason it would help Sadie and me not having to meet your salary. Sadie?"

"Agreed, we have another big payment to make in three months and another three months after that. Of course we won't have to find that money if we find a replacement partner to buy in."

"Why don't you talk to Brian Beggs of Saltram Partners? He told me at a party the other weekend he tried to buy in a partnership there but it went to one of the senior partner's daughter."

"Thanks for that tip Tom," Brian said. "Brian and I know one another from the squash club. I'll talk to him."

Resigning from one's job is not a small thing but there was something else. Jane phoned.

"Darling, I think I'm pregnant. I discussed my situation with one of the married women here and she said it was highly likely. I'm off to buy a pregnancy test kit. Will you mind?"

"No, I like the name Cliff."

"Darling, if I do have a baby it could be a girl."

"I like Nancy."

"Oh, one of your hookers?"

"Jane, that's not nice. Nancy was my first friend when I began primary school."

"Oh, sorry. Well it's something we can talk about on the way. First comes pregnancy."

"You'll be pregnant. If you think you are pregnant you'll be pregnant."

"My thought's exactly Tom. What did you Tell Sadie and Jerry about the partnership offer?"

"I turned it down and said I was in a bit of a hole and would like to resign in a fortnight. That offer was accepted with regret, genuine regret I felt."

"You too? I resigned today and may leave in 30 days' time. I'm rather fearful but I thought it was the best thing to do."

"It sure was. It means we are off to a clean start."

"Oh, you are already making me feel confident. Please figure out something so we can work together."

"Okay, a possibility is coming to me already. If it comes off we have a life for sure in New York."

"Oooh."

The pregnancy test was positive and confirmed by Jane's physician. The parents were delighted and thought they were so clever.

"Now New York is even more appealing because with the prospect of her first grandchild there's no way you mother will turn her back on you again."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, and if she becomes worried about possible deformities appease her by having tests done but make her pay for them because she is the one concerned."

"No, I couldn't do that. It is our responsibility."

"It's not our responsibility to pay for tests we are not seeking. Anyway you won't have to bother: if she brings it up she will offer to pay and then you'll have no reason to say no providing you agree to have the tests.

"You could be right. But like baby names were are not facing that as an urgent decision at this point. What is your thinking about New York?"

"Remember me telling you about a Shona Peebles?"

"Yes, your 42-year old boss that you fucked."

"Forty-three actually."

"And you went to her wedding to the only son of a mega rich guy."

"Right on. Well I made a pot of gold for Shona when she had almost two million bucks caught in an investment that appeared to be failing. As soon as I finish at the office I'm off to see her and her husband. I'll call to make an appointment with them and try to get them involved in special projects with me, them placing me on a salary of a hundred grand and with a 5% bonus on every dollar I make for them above their investment outlay. In time if I'm successful that could be really big money. Shona would want some hands on involvement and might want me to fuck her. Would that be okay?"

"I suppose so if it's part of your business activity."

"That income would mean you wouldn't have to work, but you could if you wish and we could pay for a day nanny. We should lease an apartment with that in mind."

"Well let's see if Shona and her husband want you as her investment manager."

"Actually if it's only Shona that would be okay. She may have heaps more money at her disposal as she's now married to the guy."

"Whatever. You didn't thank me for saying it would be okay for you to fuck Shona if necessary."

"Well thank you. I thought that would be unnecessary as I'd only be using it as a business tool."

Jane giggled at the concept.

* * *

Tom sat on a park seat, head bowed, not seeing the mostly attractive women walking by. His inner light felt dim. He'd never admit to feeling depressed. Tom recognized the concept but believed himself immune. He finished work tomorrow. Jane had two weeks to go. He'd called Shona and she was pleased to hear from him but ran lukewarm on his proposal but checked with husband Saxton and Tom heard Saxton say that they'd better hear what Tom had to say as he'd pulled Shona out of a mess previously and she owed him the courtesy of allowing him to pitch.

On the verge of cutting the call as soon as it was polite to do so Tom heard Shona say, "We are down your way next week so we'll meet you for lunch at our hotel on Galveston."

Well, that was better than flying all the way to New York and returning empty-handed or with the offer of a deal that wouldn't keep him in accommodation and food. He said lunch would be fine as he hadn't been to Houston or Galveston.

A female with a dress that reached just past her hips sat on the seat and said, "It's a lovely day."

"Not interested but thanks for the offer."

"Some other time," said the skinny 20-year old, walking off.

Tom wondered what had gone wrong with his life. He'd been carefree and bubbled along, with more successes than failures coming his way. Now he felt he was at the end of the road.

Perhaps he should have married Shona? Oh yeah? He managed a sliver of a grin.

Was the problem taking up again with Jane and now there was the kid? Hell no, if he were truthful Jane was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He knew he often made that claim but yes, Jane was out on her own as the number one thing in his life. She fucked him beautifully, made him smile, fed him well and laughed with him and made him laugh and was always good for doing something interesting with him. She'd been out camping with him and loved that and she was interested in learning to ride a horse, er, after the baby was born. No way was it Jane.

Jane and her family then?

Tom felt gloom descending.

Ah, so it was that. He'd been responsible for Jane losing the love and contact with her family. And who was to blame for that? Oh yeah. If he hadn't been so resolute with his ultimatum -- accept us or get fucked -- it might have been different. He should have sent Jane in to negotiate with her mother instead of yelling at her keep out of it. And then when brother Carl found them holed up in Tom's apartment fucking their heads off he'd accepted defeat like a yellowbelly. God, what a jerk.

Tom felt a flicker return to his head -- or was it to his backbone? He pulled out his phone and looked up, waving away a 40-year old who was coyly showing him she had no panties on. He dialed.




Tom Ch. 07



"Hi Carl it's Tom Briscoe."

"Oh hi buddy. Some little birdie told me you and my sister have reconnected. I made no mention to the folk."

"Yeah, that's true. We have been living together three months."

"And going well?"

"Brilliantly. Can you give me two minutes?"

"Sure, talk for as long as you like."

"I want you to do three things for me. Jane doesn't know I'm calling."

"Sure, shoot."

"The first thing would you tell your mom, face to face and not on the phone, to call Jane and ask how the pregnancy is going?"

"Wow, congratulations. Yeah, I'll have fun telling mom that one."

"But make sure she calls Jane. Jane finishes work in a fortnight and we could be returning to live in Manhattan."

"I'd like that."

"I'd like your mother to like it as well. Your dad has been okay. I know he calls Jane frequently. She doesn't know I know."

"I didn't know either. The secret is good with me."

"The second thing is I want you to make your mother attend the wedding."

"Shouldn't be a problem, not with the grandchild on the way. She will become mother hen. I call around for a meal twice a week and when Jane's name is mentioned, usually by her I must say, I see the tears in her eyes but these days I don't see the pain in her eyes. Actually I think I should brief dad and then we approach her as a team."

"Do it as you think best. Now for the third thing and I can accept rejection if that's the way it has to be. Carl, will you be my best man at the wedding?"

"Tom, of course I will. I'd accept it as a great honor."

"Thanks buddy, that makes me like you a lot. We haven't set a date or a place but we are totally committed to marriage and sooner than later."

"Oh Tom I am so pleased. May I tell mom about being best man?"

"Yes, of course. You might find it useful to delay the announcement until in discussions it becomes tactical appropriate to do so."

"Yeah, good thinking. "Tactical appropriate?" You are using words I've not heard you ever use."

"I've been picking up a few things along the way from the university of life. I've been sitting here in gloomy thought about Jane and her mom for no longer than fifteen minutes and in that time two hookers have tried to pick me up. Are there hookers in New York?"

"Oh buddy, I think you memories of New York have dimmed."

"Thanks for doing this for Jane and me Carl. I'm not sure if she'd be in favor of it but nothing ventured, nothing gained. Make a big touchdown for us pal."

"Will do. You can count on me Tom. Bye."

CHAPTER 8

Tom arrived in Houston a day early to have a look around and next day took a bus to Galveston -- Tom was no stranger to riding on public buses -- and then went by cab to the Hilton Galveston Island Resort for lunch, being dressed smart casual.

Shona, carrying a well-fucked expression that some women get when staying at resorts, was all over Tom but not immodestly. Tom noted Saxton was watching carefully and when Shona released Tom, Saxton put an arm around her possessively and Tom thought that signaled the marriage must be going well. Saxton, who was fifty-one and on his fourth marriage, told Tom he and his father had big business interests in Houston-Galveston and he and Shona had used to opportunity to take a short vacation.

They seemed delighted that Tom was planning to marry in New York and exchanged glances when told his partner was an attorney and even more interested to learn Jane had also graduated in business management.

They started with champagne beside the pool and had a magnificent lunch and launched into business discussion that became far deeper than Tom had expected.

When Tom was ready to leave Saxton fell about laughing when Tom said he didn't drive so would call a cab to the bus station to ride to the airport, possible with bus changes.

"You can't drive?"

"Tom grew up riding horses and as there were few cars and even fewer roads where he lived in Loving, Texas, and nowhere to go really, it wasn't necessary to drive a vehicle," Shona explained.

Lifting up his sunglasses to wipe his eyes from laughing so much, believing he'd met the only adult male in American who couldn't drive a vehicle, Saxton pulled out his phone and order a hotel limo to take Tom to George Bush Airport and charged it to his suite.

* * *

Jane met Tom at Dallas-Fort Worth Airport highly excited. "Mom arrives later tonight. She's highly excited, and so am I. All is forgiven. You had called Carl and a few minutes later he bumped into mom entering the building to meet dad so he took her to a coffee shop and told her about the baby and she said her entire sour-puss just evaporated and she screamed at Carl to book her a seat to Dallas on the first available flight and to take her to the airport. She phoned me while waiting for Carl to fetch dad's car to the front entrance."

"Oh that's great," Tom said, hugging her deeply. "I am so pleased. I'm aware this whole thing could have been handled better. How the fuck after that goof I managed to continue my rise in public relations I'll never know."

They decided to stay at the airport for dinner and wait, knowing Clement would be served dinner on the flight.

Jane burbled on about how her mom was almost choked in excitement and said she'd been feeling so deprived amongst her friends at being one of only two not being able to take about their grandchildren then she had been becoming depressed about her self-imposed exile from her daughter who'd be more likely to have a child before Carl's wife or partner did. They were almost finished mains when Jane slapped a hand over her mouth and turned bright pink. "Oh darling, your trip to Galveston... I haven't even mentioned it."

"It doesn't matter."

"But it does. You are my husband... er... almost."

They laughed.

"Well?"

"If we accept there is a job for both of us. Saxton suspects that when his father dies there will be years of dispute and litigation over his father's estate with his four brothers and sisters contesting the will as his father has written them virtually out of it and he has brought in two prominent beneficiaries who are two, but no where near all, his illegitimate children. All very messy. And there is of course, the IRS who'll be wanting to go through everything with a magnifying glass looking for tax evasion activities."

"Oh dear. That could take years to unwind."

"Well Saxton and Shona have mutual assets built with clear paper trails being independent of the family business. They are held in interest-earning trusts and low-performing gilt-edge investments that produce minuscule yields in comparison to the return I produced for Sharon in her one and only speculative venture. So, with your consent and participation we intend setting up a venture capital company with Saxton keeping an eye on activity as chairman and myself as CEO and you as chief administration officer with responsibility for the paper work and all the legal work."

Jane laughed and said at least she would receive a title.

"And a salary."

"Oooh. This sounds better than working my butt off."

"Shona says they will hire a fill-in for when you are off on paid-maternity leave."

"Oooh. When can I start?"

Tom said he'd be on a salary of $60,000 with a 6% bonus on net yield above the amount invested in any project and Shona would receive a salary of $40,000 and to keep her interested and focused plus a performance 4% bonus on net yield above the amount invested in any project.

"I'm probably worth more than you pragmatically but what price entrepreneurial ability?" 

"Quite."

"You conceited man."

"Well those were almost Shona's exact words and Saxton agreed, saying it was all about entrepreneurial flair and having successes outnumber dismal performances by a high ratio."

Jane smiled and lifted her soda to present a toast but paused, "Well, what a perfect setup. I suppose if we need office help we pay for that?"

"No, you could answer the phone. The types of deals I propose finding involve more running around and talking on the phone than paperwork although research via the Internet would be significant but you like doing that. The rest of the time you could sit around looking through sales brochures at baby clothes and nursery furniture. The nature of this type of business is it's mostly about allowing the money to do the work."

Jane presented the toast and said, "What funding will be at our disposal, two to three million?"

"Saxton has to restructure his finances, shifting out of some fund management investments and Shona too. They have to leave some on safer ground."

"So, how much will we end up managing as our seeding funding?"

"Around $8,000,000. "

THE END