2 comments/ 21317 views/ 6 favorites Awakening Cinderella By: Egmont Grigor Introduction Charlie Fairbanks-Green, now calling himself Charlie Green, arrived in Manhattan from London to begin a new life without mom. He'd lived for twenty-six years with his mother originally Sylvia Fairbanks-Utting, who married and became Sylvia Fairbanks-Green and then two years ago remarried to become Sylvia Fairbanks-Morrison. Fortunately for Charlie his American father Charles Fairbanks-Green had insisted Charlie must be born in the USA; that meant no problems for Charlie going to live and work in America. Mr Morrison died from prostrate collapse, leaving Sylvia a fortune, and with hopeful suitors arriving with proposals about helping to spend her money she sent Charlie off to America, buying him an apartment in Chelsea and finding him a job as a Professional Escort, assuming that meant being a security guy in the transfers of funds between a bank to its New York branches. Charlie, used to being told what to do by his mother supplied a very detailed CV and that required photos of his abs and his penis at rest and fully extended. When he expressed surprised at his prospective employer wanting such intimate details Sylvia Fairbanks-Morrison sniffed and applying perfume said, "Those Yanks are such nosey buggers and probably wish to insure your private parts against loss or damage because they are far more into litigation than we are on this side of the Atlantic." Oh, before beginning Charlie's story it is necessary to know that Charlie had a succession of nannies from the time of his home birth until he was eighteen and thereafter whenever he required sexual relief he visited one of his nannies who remain practising. Charlie had never had a girlfriend in the usually accepted sense. Chapter 1 Charlie Green arrived for work on Monday afternoon at the Escort Agency. When he found when signing on that he would be servicing women principally from the Bible Belt visiting New York to kick up their heels he was appalled. Being paid for having sex was completely against his moral beliefs as an English gentleman. "This is not for me, I resign from this position." "You haven't signed on yet buddy so just push off and stop wasting our time," said the guy with a pencil moustache working in HR, spitting out his gum before refreshing his lipstick and straightening his stockings. Proud that he'd survived the first attempt by Americans to corrupt him, Charlie returned to his apartment in West 22nd Street but before reaching his destination saw a notice on the window of an outlet for The American Broom Company for a demonstrator-salesman. He applied and was hired because he was blond, tall and handsome whereas all other applicants were street people, either intoxicated or unwashed or both. Charlie began work next morning, pleased the premises were only three blocks away from his apartment. The company produced forty-seven varieties of brooms and to demonstrate each of the brooms selected by potential customers, Charlie was pleased to find they all screwed on to the same handle -- one at the time of course. Although he demonstrated to only three customers during that first day he sold them a total of three handles and twenty-three heads. The manager a crusty old guy called Fred and his sister who was in charge of stock control agreed that Charlie had a brilliant career ahead of him. "It's your handsome looks and cute accent," said the elderly Mary, giving Charlie three tiny pats on the butt (Mary had been a nanny almost fifty years ago). Charlie eyed Mary but then caught Fred eyeing him with disapproval so thought better of it and went off to dust the heads of his demonstration brooms. Two hundred and twenty-three sales later -- or put another way, two weeks later -- Mary came waddling up to Charlie and gave him three tiny pats on the butt and said, "Keep it up Charlie, Fred wants you in the conference center." "Where's that?" "His office stupid." Fred gave Charlie the address of Miss Ranger of 27/2 in Premier Towers. Charlie said he'd need a hand-held GPS device to locate that address but Fred explained it meant either apartment two on the twenty-seventh floor or apartment twenty-seven on the second floor -- he couldn't remember which way it went but Charlie should use his initiative. Fred handed Charlie three standard broom heads in velvet boxes, standard except one broom head was plated in silver, another in 9k gold and another in 14k. He whistled when told the selling prices. Charlie went by cab to Premier Towers where Fred said Miss Ranger was holding a broom party. He found in the elevator that the top floor was twenty-seven and there were only ten apartments on each floor so went to the twenty-seventh floor. He knocked on the door of Apartment 2 and the woman dressed in just bra, suspender belt and stockings greeted him and said, "Welcome Charlie" so he knew initiative had won the day. There were nineteen other similarly dressed women in their seventies attending the party. They kept up the din of chatter while Miss Ranger handed Charlie a see-through apron and told him to undress and wear just that for his demonstration. The women sighed as he demonstrated the three brooms and at the conclusion Miss Ranger asked him to face away from his audience and bend down and pretend he was picking up fluff. He did that to a tremendous cheer and had to endure three encores. "You did brilliantly, thank you Charlie," Miss Ranger said at the door, her face felt like a dried prune when Charlie kissed her but he could feel by the way Miss Ranger was rolling his balls through his trousers and briefs she was a top performer at that art and would have him shooting unless she stopped within seconds. The expert Miss Ranger stopped within a tenth of a second from greatly embarrassing Charlie. During the next fortnight eight of the women who attended that party organized their own broom party and at the end of the month, with all orders delivered and all payments cleared and banked Fred said, "Brilliant Charlie. In the past two weeks you have chalked up sales equivalent to the combined sales from this office each year for the last twenty-two years. Here is a twenty-dollar bonus payment." Two days later the director of sales and marketing of the Iowa-based HQ of The American Broom Company arrived and asked, "Where is wonder boy?" "At lunch, Fred said." "Sales totaling $72,000 gross by one person in just two weeks is unbelievable," said Miss Sunderland. "The president of the company has sent me here to make a presentation to Mr Green." "Oh here's Charlie now." Amanda Sutherland turned and as she sighted the adorable Charlie two orgasms ripped through her. Flushed, she croaked for Fred to make the introductions. When she handed Charlie the check for fifty dollars he handed it back and said, "Sorry Miss Sunderland. Fred has already paid me a twenty-dollar bonus. It would be unethical for me to accept a second reward for the same performance." Charlie listened apparently unmoved as Miss Sunderland said they planned to have him featured on the front cover of America Salesman magazine, to nominate him for the American Salesman of the Year award and to have him attend the American Broom Company's annual convention later in the year in Dallas. Somewhat overwhelmed, Charlie took Fred aside and asked if he could take the remainder of the afternoon off. His resignation arrived in next morning's mail and at the end of the month Fred posted commission due to Charlie. They never saw Charlie again. Miss Sutherland left as soon as she'd learned that Charlie had gone for the day. She muttered about having had personal plans for Charlie that evening but said she'd now return home to Iowa. Money wasn't an immediate problem for Charlie because as well as paying for the lease of the apartment for five years his mom had also opened a bank account for him in New York, seeding it with US$50,000. Chapter 2 Deciding he'd like to couple up with a girlfriend to take some of the pent-up stress from his life, Charlie set off, not knowing where to start. He thought he'd prefer a shy young woman and held the mistaken belief that New York would be full of them. The girls he approached in dark recesses and alleys were certainly not shy, he'd call it aggressive and all had the audacity to asked him for money. He decided to try some bars where he found most of the women classy in pin-striped business suits were only interested in others of their own sex, or so he gathered, watching what was going on. After dark he saw a lovely young woman in very high cut shorts and great boobs under her halter who was standing between two cars outside an art gallery. Charlie approached her. "Hi." "Hi." "Do you charge for it?" "No." "That's good." "What is that supposed to mean?" "I'd like to take you for coffee and just talk." The woman snarled, "Get out of here or I'll bust you." Provoked by her unfriendliness and threatening him like that, Charlie snapped, "Keep your tits on. I was not after your smelly twat." "Look, I'm warning you." "Okay, I'm out of here bitch." Two guys sitting in a car just along from the woman each wore an ear plus trailing a wire. They both gave him the fingers so he grinned and held up a single finger. They scowled and one of them opened his door to get out so Charlie kicked the door shut, jamming the guy's fingers and he raced off, turned the corner and three buildings along ducked into an alley when he heard a cop siren screaming and coming his way. Two minutes later he was in a dirty looking cinema and to his horror saw on screen two nude women filmed fondling one another, everywhere. He cringed in embarrassment and ate his popcorn, knowing at least one cop car was cruising the streets looking for him, a cop nursing a bleeding hand with possible broken bones looking to fill him with lead. "New York is without gentlemen," he said aloud. "I'm a gentleman," said a guy in a long coat sliding onto the seat beside him. "I'll promise to be very gentle." Charlie ran from the cinema, certain the streets would be a safer place for him, even with prowling cops. To his astonishment he saw a sign 'Nanny Agency' so went up three flights of stairs and when he asked to see a nanny and stated his reason for wanting a nanny very temporary, the very red-faced woman behind the desk said she was calling the police. Charlie was on the run again. Safely back in his apartment and watching a mindless TV documentary about cheese-making in Uruguay, Charlie yawned and switched to another channel and saw two women dressing a pathetic-looking woman in nice clothes and then taking her to a hair salon from which she emerged looking half-like a princess. Cinderella, he breathed and decided that he'd seek a downtrodden young woman and converted her into a beautiful princess and he'd marry her and give her ten children to keep her happy. He didn't have to look far for his model girl. Fired with the thought of having such an exciting project, Charlie ran from his apartment and catapulted over the young woman who was on her hands and knees cleaning and polishing the brass work on his door he'd just flung open. Charlie flew across the hallway and struck his head on the solid wall, falling to the ground unconscious. The poor maid looked at him in fright. She decided to get rid of the body in case Apartment Management Ltd hadn't insured her against any claims arising from her accidentally killing an occupant. She dragged Charlie into his apartment and just as she was locking the door before deciding how to turn Charlie into pieces small enough to stuff him down the waste chute, he groaned and said, "Where am I?" The poor young woman wet herself. Dripping, she opened the door and just as she was about to step into the hallway Charlie grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her back into the room. She screamed and fainted, falling into a heap. She awoke to find herself in a strange room and a man looking at her strangely and yet she didn't feel afraid. She reached down, aware she was without her panties and skirt and continued to remain unafraid. "Where am I?" "In my apartment. I rushed out and tripped over you and woke up here to find you leaving and thought you must have hit me and robbed me. I managed to grab your leg as you were leaving and you fainted." "Where are my panties and skirt?" "They were wet and now they are in the dryer." Everything fell into place and she remembered: "You have seen me." "Yes, very nice -- one of the loveliest I have seen. Congratulations." She blushed. "I am Cindy Davies." "Hello, I am Charlie Green from England until recently. I apologize for the chain of events that led to your discomfort. Are you comfortable now?" "Yes, I don't mind you looking at my pussy." "Um, I meant were you in physical comfort?" "I awoke scared but am now at peace. You appear to be no threat to me." They chatted over coffee. Charlie had produced a rug for Cindy and she draped it over her lap. Cindy told him that she was living with her aunt and uncle on 22nd Street and was working during the break to earn extra money. "You are at college?" "Yes, in my final year at The Tate College -- I graduate in May in photography." "So you are not a Cinderella?" She laughed and said no and listened to Charlie as he explained. "In the modern world I would qualify. My parents have little money and scraped to allow me to complete my first year and my aunt and uncle have been the major supplier of funds since them." "Would you live with me at weekends and be my Cinderella, er, Cindy?" "Now you are making me nervous. Certainly not." She watched his face turn sad and felt sorry for him. She asked what was wrong and he told her that he'd always had a nanny for personal comfort but since leaving England his former nannies were not on hand to give him relief. Cindy was fascinated. "I could spend Sunday afternoons with you. My aunt and uncle always have friends over on Sunday afternoons or go out to see friends. It is their custom and they are urging me to go out and relax without taking my camera. My final semester assignment is to present a portfolio of something very artistic. I had been thinking about recording something of the daily life of the conductor of an orchestra or better still a ballerina. Perhaps I could do a comprehensive study of you?" "Yes, I can see it now," Charlie chortled. "Sunday Afternoons in Manhattan with an Englishman." He'd meant that as a joke of course. The color left Cindy's face and she breathed, "Yes. That's magnificent Charlie -- may we begin this Sunday?" "Yes, I'd like that and would cooperate fully. Does our relationship extend to dinner and sleeping together providing I get you home before midnight Sunday Cinderella?" She smiled and said she liked the 'by midnight' touch. "I'll have to discuss the after-dark session with my aunt. It will depend on her because she is my benefactor. Let's confine it to a day session this Sunday -- I will print the photos I select and show them to her and then tell her everything. It will then be over to her." "That is fine, your loyalty is to her after what she is doing for you." "That is a lovely thing to say Charlie. No, if you don't mind I must get back to me work. My panties and skirt please." The just exchanged smiles as she left. Chapter 3 Charlie was pumped up after coming into such friendly contact with Cindy and now eager to begin work. He had a degree in psychical education and had worked as assistant coach for three years for a semi-professional football (soccer) near his home in the Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea. He now lived in Chelsea, New York, as his mom had been taken by the name when planning to bundle him off to America. Three days later he began his specialist position he'd contracted to perform as a personal trainer at a mixed gym near where he lived working with top sports men and women undergoing injury rehabilitation programs. He was not required to work on Sundays and Mondays and chose to work other days from 6:00 am to 10:00 and then 4:00 to 8:00. He met Cindy at the end of his shift at 3:00 pm each day for coffee and walked her home and went on to his gym. On Sunday they went to lunch and Cindy photographed Charlie wandering through Chelsea with his backpack featuring the British flag -- the Union Jack. They came across a pleasant rather plump policewoman in uniform who patiently posed pointing a direction to Charlie on the corner of West 23rd and 8th Avenue. Cindy took her time to get the background right, sensing this would be one of the photographs for her portfolio, as it typified a new arrival in Manhattan. They then went to the gym where he was now working. He changed into just a pair of black shorts and when he emerged Cindy appeared to have breathing problems. The gym was busy so they chatted until the nearest rowing machine became vacant and she told him to wind up into a sweat. He did that and once he had rivulets running down his brow and chest Cindy went to work, crouching low and getting other rowers beyond him and the second row behind him into frame. Outside the gym Cindy took his hand and looked at him without expression. Charlie took her camera bag and tripod and said, "May I invited you back to my apartment." She nodded and then grinned, saying she was worrying he'd never ask. They kissed for the first time riding the elevator -- long, soft and very sweet. As the doors opened he asked, "Do you do it on first dates?" She answered, "I'm prepared to make an exception," and one of two elderly women waiting to enter the elevator snapped, "Really, how disgusting!" Just as they entered the apartment and Charlie, entering behind her and watching the slight sway of Cindy's butt, his fingers already twitching eager to cup onto those cheeks to pull her into him when she turned, was foiled. Her phone went. "Sorry," she murmured, turning and eyes flashing an apology as she dug into her brown shoulder bag. Charlie closed the door and studied her, noticing her modest breasts were beginning to heave, sure he wasn't yet responsible for that level of heaving drive reaching her chest. He couldn't hear what the caller was saying distinctly beyond it was a female voice, emotional and bossy. Did Cindy share her favors with a fellow female student? She switched off the phone after uttering, 'Hi', 'Yes', 'Er', 'This Evening?' and Okay-Bye'. Cindy turned to him looking more embarrassed than apologetic and said "We have to go" rather than "I have to go." How strange. He nodded, waiting for elaboration. "That was my aunt. She's worried that I having met you I may find you a distraction and that may adversely affect my studies." He nodded and remained poker-faced, accepting her first priority was to end her studies in distinction and secondly to her benefactors -- her aunt and uncle." "She says she is prepared to give you the benefit of the doubt if you measure up, whatever that means." "So Aunt Jess wants to meet you. Like now and stay for dinner which means eating...Cindy looked at her watch...in forty minutes from now." Charlie felt his face darken and thought how selfish of him. That was no way to treat his Cinderella project and now that project created in a bored mind during his period of loneliness in a foreign land appeared to be flawed. The young woman he'd chosen to pluck from drudgery to endow her with a sense of purpose and attempt to enrich her life appeared to be already positioned and possessing the necessary flair and determination to uplift herself in her unfolding life without need of intervention by him. How arrogant and stupid of him. It then occurred to him that perhaps she was lonely and also felt unloved with a yearning to be involved in a beautiful sexual encounter. Was he daft thinking that, as daft as coming up with his Cinderella project? Awakening Cinderella He teetered, wondering what to do. But the answer came because he'd been trained by professional nannies in proper personal conduct. "Oh, that's your aunt feeling responsibility for you. How lovely. Of course I'll accompany you and make myself available for scrutiny without showing any displeasure." Charlie watched her mouth fall open and her eyes lighten as they widened. That reaction confirmed he'd hit a home run and self-indulgent surge of celebratory emotion swept through him. "You make coffee while I'll have another shave and dress more appropriately for an older woman. I am keen to make a good impression." "Yes," she almost whispered as if not believing what she was hearing. She came into the bathroom without knocking, which he liked, with two mugs of coffee. She put them down and then pressed up behind him to hug him and look around his shoulder at their reflections in the mirror. Charlie who was wrapped around the waist with his towel wet from drying him from the shower, felt her breasts flatten over his back that produced a great smile and she smiled knowingly back at him in the mirror. He finished with his hand razor and wiped his face on a paper towel and as she released him turned to sip coffee. Cindy placed a hand where the towel ends joined over his front and said firmly, "May I?" He hesitated, feeling nervous. "So what if it's up a bit? I'd be miffed if it wasn't after giving you a sexy hug like that." Unable right then to speak, Charlie nodded. Cindy pulled the towel and squealed with delight. "Oh, you little darling!" The word 'little' was a mite offensive but Little Darling rose to the occasion and invited itself into her shaking hand. "It's beautiful, I love it," she said and looked up to be kissed. They kissed and Charlie said, very emotionally, I must be off to dress." "Aw," she whined. Twenty minutes latter at the door as Cindy pushed him forward and announced, "This is Charlie, Charlie Green. This is Aunt Mae." Before Charlie had time to deliver his greeting, Aunt Mae clutched a hand to her chest over an unfashionable floral dress and sighed, "Ohmigod." From that Charlie gathered he'd already passed appraisal. After a surprisingly affable evening -- Aunt Mae was a recently retired school-teacher and Uncle Ronald was assistant head in advertising and marketing at the nearby Fashion Institute of Technology -- Charlie walked home very happy. It had been great feeling he was back in a family situation again and after their final kiss before parting Cindy had said, "I'll work on Aunt Mae to allow me to stopover with you on any Saturday night that's mutually convenient, if that's your wish." "That's my wish," Charlie said, and swallowed heavily. "They both like you. Very much I would think." During the next few days, as Charlie had afternoon coffee with Cindy and they walked to her apartment where he went on to the gym, they talked substantially about themselves to path the way to becoming more intimate. On Monday Cindy handed him a photograph of Charlie asking the policewoman for directions and he knew instantly he was looking at a photograph of professional quality. "It's beautiful -- it lives!" "That is very perceptive of you," she smiled approvingly. "It is good enough to begin my portfolio. That is your copy to keep but I suggest you send it to your mom for safekeeping." "I'd told you she's busy fending off suitors." "Charlie, she'll still have time to worry about you. All mothers worry." Later when he'd think back, Charlie would confirm that was the exact moment he began falling in love with Cindy. Chapter 4 On Saturday Charlie took Cindy to late lunch as soon as she completed her cleaning duties at the apartment building where he resided. He eagerly awaited the announcement that Cindy would spend the night with him but she disappointed, making no mention of such intent. Although sexually frustrated he accepted that she must feel embarrassed about seeking Aunt Mae's approval to sleep with him -- either that or she was simply waiting for the appropriate moment. It was, however, a lovely time together and he would have invited her to lunch any way as she was his sole friend in New York and that thought gave him a sense of his own vulnerability. Charlie escorted Cindy back to her apartment building and as they kissed outside she whispered, "Please touch my breast over my heart." He did, briefly, and she sighed over his lips as they kissed again. "Noon here," she said. "I'll be waiting for you. The forecast is fine so we'll go to the end of the island and look out to the Statue of Liberty. Have you done that?" "No, but I saw her when I went around the island on a Circle ferry." Why couldn't they go to Battery Park as she called it now? As if reading his thoughts, Cindy turned at the building entrance and called, "Aunt Mae makes me do my required reading on Saturday afternoons and Sunday mornings. However next week I aim to make an exception and take you to the Farmer's Market next Saturday afternoon at Union Square." He waved, indicating he'd heard her and she blew him a kiss. It was a long time to wait until next Sunday and Charlie's desire for sex was mushrooming. He'd thought he'd get lucky at the gym but the three indecent proposals he received were all from guys he was coaxing back into health and none of his female clients appeared interested. That frustrated him painfully but fortunately on Thursday evening when he was in the sauna feeling sorry for himself the young day manager and also ending her shift opened the door. About to withdraw she saw the occupant was Charlie so greeted him cheerfully, saying, "You're in luck Charlie." Initially he had no idea what she meant. * * * When he met read the look in Cindy's eyes when they met on Sunday at noon he knew his days of sexual near-famine were history. The poor girl was almost walking on air such was her suppressed excitement. He pretended not to have noticed, knowing she would have planned when to give him the news. They went for coffee. She couldn't stop talking but said nothing about what he was waiting to hear. He shuffled closer to her and kissed her, placing a hand over her heart, as she appeared to like that. She kissed back and said nervously people were watching them. He let go of her but she cried, "Hold me -- I like it." That made him wonder if she was also, like him, sexually suppressed. He'd though being in a student community she'd only have to put up her hand to be banged and would have a choice. She seemed to have a great compact body and was pretty. They stopped kissing and sipped coffee. He decided to try to pull the trigger. "Your cheeks appear rather flushed." Bang. He body jolted, she pulled him to her and she gurgled into his ear, "Aunt Mae says I may stay with your whenever I wish, providing it does not adversely affect on my studies. She says you are cute and I should go for it?" "Go for what?" She had two big gasps and pulled away to drink coffee. "Please will you stay with me tonight?" She choked coffee back into her cup and nodded. It was all so sweet. They took the interesting bus ride down to Battery Park, at least it was interesting for the newcomer and his rather sumptuous looking girlfriend with still very pink cheeks seemed to delight in pointing out landmarks to him and explain something of each neighborhood as they passed through. Battery Park rather blew his mind, occupying twenty-one acres of one the best waterfront sites on the island and would have a commercial value of perhaps billions. They wandered hand in hand, he carrying the tripod. Cindy photographed him in only two positions. The first was looking at the American Merchant Marine Monument with the Statue of Liberty in the distance, very clear. But looking at the captured digital image she decided she didn't like the black public trashcan against the railing. So she sat Charlie on three wood piles driven into the riverbed and strapped together but supporting nothing and arranged him to adopt a 'reflective pose' looking at the figures depicting a tragedy at sea. Cindy then busied herself taking shots from various angles until satisfied. They then sat closely while she brought up the captured images on the viewfinder at the back of her camera and they both knew she'd achieved excellent results but presenting her with the difficulty of deciding which one. Charlie was aware of the selection difficulty so suggested he liked the group of shots taken when a dark cloud had drifted by. "Why do you say that?" "Those gloomier shots indicate a sense of doom." "Good boy, I'd also thought that. You do have sensitivity." They walked to the Bowling Green Station and took a train homewards. As they chatted Charlie became aware his confidence was taking a dive. What was happening to him? The problem compounded because as they approached the apartment building Charlie could feel Cindy's nervousness firing from her body like electricity. Perhaps she required time to get to know a guy before engaging in groping that aimed to really go somewhere? This was not at all like the impression he had of New York women from films and hot magazines. He hadn't expected Cindy to be a babe because she didn't flaunt herself or speak in a suggestive way. Her category was probably the-nice-girl-next-door. There was nothing wrong with that. He was sure she had a thick romantic streak through her and would want him to go beyond kissing her. But when? How would he know? They said little in riding the elevator. He could see by a bit of a speed wobble at breast level she was breathing a little strongly. Why? Was she scared a little, scared about what he might do to her? Charlie felt his own excitement begin to ebb. How could he make it easier for her? In the apartment Cindy looked around and probably took in the flowers he'd bought early that morning. Just as he was about to enter the bathroom Charlie called, "I'm taking a shower, want to join me?" He lunged through the doorway giving Cindy no time to reply or for him to eye how she'd deal with that embarrassment. Charlie stripped off, waited another few seconds and then shrugged and entered the shower box. Charlie was washing the conditioner from his hair when he felt her slip in behind him, place her arms around his chest and pull her naked body against him. "Hi," he called shakily. "Hi, this is nice," she quavered and then he thought she began licking water from his back. The effect of thinking about that changed his penis from 'At Ease' to 'Attention' in less than a second. He no longer was thinking about turning and taking her into his arms and brushing her lips with hot and wet kisses, not with the state he was now in. He turned his head and she reached up at full stretch and kissed him. As she dropped off her toes she spun him around and his erection was in her hand before he could have said 'what now Cindy?' Cindy squatted, bringing a huge smile to his face. Until then Charlie's face had been carrying a tortured look it gained from the time they'd reach the apartment building. Gratefully he dropped his hands into Cindy's hair and began to massage her scalp gently while Cindy made those noises that only a woman can make with her mouth full in a particular situation. At that moment Charlie decided he was thrilled to be in America. Chapter 5 The weeks went by. Charlie was much busier at the gym. Several of his clients had been eased back into fitness much sooner than sports medicine specialists had predicted and word of her expertise spread. He increased his morning shift two hours to finish at noon but before long his appointment book was full again and administration opened a waiting list for Charlie. Cindy was blooming as the result of all the exercising she was enjoying with Charlie and not only in bed and being massaged while watching TV. He installed a rowing machine for her so they could work out together and with Aunt Jess easing the reins and allowing Cindy to finish her home studies at noon on Saturdays Cindy would then go with Charlie to an indoor pool and they'd swim until tiring. The portfolio now carried twenty carefully crafted photos of new immigrant Charlie Green in Manhattan including him symbolically standing alone and looking alone in the airport terminal at JFK, cricket bat tucked under one arm, his luggage around him and three young female teenagers in the background giggling at him although looking rather impressed. One more session to go as Cindy was required to submit a portfolio of twenty-one prints (her digital portfolio had been presented six months earlier). When Charlie asked what would be the theme of the 21st picture Cindy appeared uncomfortable. She claimed to be still thinking about it but he judged that to be a lie of convenience. He suspected that photo would be of him meeting her parents and felt comfortable about that. They would meet for the first time at Aunt Jess' apartment in two weeks. Finally Cindy approached him, nervously. "About the final photo?" "Want a drink?" She nodded and looked relieved. After taking a big swallow of wine, Cindy looked at him and blurted, "Sex." Startled and rather surprised, Charlie decided to play the fool. "Okay but first tell me the nature of the final photograph. Cindy blushed heavily. "The photo will be of the new immigrant having sex." "Now you're smoking," he teased. "Set up and let's get into it." Relaxing, Cindy thanked him for being so cooperative. "I'll take an hour setting up the lighting. It has to be very arty otherwise my portfolio will not be accepted for appraisal if that photograph is judged to be obscene." Charlie hadn't realized setting up was such a bind. He was asked to pin his Union Jack flag on the wall and had to move it three times before Cindy was satisfied. He was instructed to move the beside cabinet out and push the bed against the wall to allow the camera to capture well-defined shadows. Then Cindy spent a good hour until she was satisfied with the lighting. They simulated sex in front of the camera mounted on a tripod, controlled by a remote device held by Cindy. They tried several positions. Not a single exposure of all those taken satisfied her and finally she wailed, "I'm too small in statue." "What?" "We are not well balanced in bulk. You are muscular but I am slim. My breasts have the necessary volume but where are my hips and thighs and curvature of a tummy?" "Dunno. Are you suggesting skinny girls don't experience the best of sex?" "Stop teasing me and diverting. Would you consider modeling with one of my girlfriends? "I'll, er, have to think about it." Cindy pointed. "That thing appears to have decided its in favor -- just look at it." "Which friend," Charlie said, cheeks flaming. "Take your pick, you know most of them." "Liz?" "Nope, she's my shape." "Oh, Carla?" "She'd have hysterics. We think she's still a virgin." "It's only a simulation." "She'll run a mile at the sight of that thing." "A big butt eh. What about Sharon?" "Big butt yes, but tiny tits." "Maria?" "Of course, perfect. Why did you pick her?" "Big butt and big tits and a rounded belly and olive skin from her Italian mother." "Very well, call her and ask him to come over. You'll have to tell her why." "I'm out of here," Charlie said, grabbing his trousers and underpants. "You big baby. Wait on the bed while I'll call her." Cindy returned to the bedroom. "She laughed and sounded about to lose it but when she calmed she said she'd do it but I wasn't to leave her alone with you because she couldn't trust herself because she thinks you are cute." "Oh really?" "She'll be here in half an hour. What can we do in the meantime?" Maria arrived with a bunch of flowers for Cindy and a questioning smile she threw at Charlie. "Are you scared of me Charlie?" She smiled, watching his Adam's apple bobble. She was carrying a monitor that connected to Cindy's camera. Maria was completing her degree with Cindy and her father ran a chain of photographic stores. "You'll not be embarrassed when you see I have rather more flesh than Cindy?" "I-I think not." Remaining calm while seeing her lover now almost petrified, Cindy said: "Undress in the bathroom Maria. I've left you my gown in there for you." "No thanks, I haven't much to strip off. She took off her dress and bra, watched by Charlie who was watched by Cindy. Maria asked, "Like what you see Charlie?" "You don't wear many clothes," he said evasively. Maria jumped on to the bed and said, "Come to me Charlie but don't come on me." Scared but desperate to appear manly, Charlie glanced at Cindy who smiled encouragingly. "Should I take her from behind?" "Cindy," Maria shrieked. "You said simulation." "Keep calm Maria. Charlie is pulling you left tit." Charlie swaggered over to Maria who looked rather subdued. He dropped his trousers and briefs and Maria gurgled something Cindy and Charlie couldn't understand. Charlie who was closer to Maria told Cindy later he thought she might have said, "Oh mother of God." The images they viewed on the monitor of their first session looked great but Cindy's goal was shots of exceptional quality. After coffee Cindy softened the lighting further and brought in a huge candle to just outside camera view and lit it, placing one of the floodlights behind it and adjusting its position until satisfied. Meanwhile she'd provided a container of bath oil and instructed her models to cover each other. They began enjoying doing that, catching the mood of eroticism. Meanwhile Cindy placed darker filters over the other lights. She took a few shot of 'the lovers' in the three positions they have agreed looked the best and this time it narrowed to conventional missionary or sitting right together, his legs under hers and clasping each other. By that stage Cindy was smiling, aware that the emotional link between her models had deepened to such an extent they appeared almost unaware of her presence. She ran that last batch of exposures through the monitor and smiled again. Her models standing to watch were no longer standing part and this time actually hand an arm around each other, lightly. "We'll almost there or at least as far as I see my limit." "Agreed," Maria said. "Should we take it to the max?" "I think so. Are you calm about that Maria?" Charlie asked calm about what? Maria said, "Actually doing it." The women watched for Charlie's reaction. He simply yawned and said it was Maria's call. "Yes, do it." He led Maria to the bed and whacked her ass. "I hope your erection is harder than you smack," she giggled. She was already sufficiently self-lubed so Charlie entered without difficulty. "Go to it," Cindy commanded and they settled into a steady rhythm. She took several exposures and then asked them to let loose, full throttle. Charlie asked, "Are you protected?" Maria nodded, looking deep into his eyes and they worked into a robust pounding, sweat glistening on their bodies and producing the sound of slapping of groins coming together. Maria messed with Charlie's hair, kissing him without restraint. Her thrusts weakened and her body tensed. Charlie bent right down and pulled her nipple up with his teeth until she screamed to him to stop and she convulsed and then it was Charlie's turn. They remained linked and their chests heaved. Charlie bent his head over her, temporarily exhausted, appearing almost in submission. "That's a wrap," Cindy said dryly. "You assholes looked to be enjoying yourselves. You shower first Maria." Charlie rested while Cindy began dismantling the lights. "You seemed to be enjoying yourself?" Awakening Cinderella "Yeah, she's pretty good but one thing I have learned, thinking about comparisons, big tits or small tits, while you're doing it, it doesn't seem to matter. Its those rubbery stiff nipples that do something to the brain." "So if I keep my erasers stiff I'm okay," Cindy laughed. A soft call came from the bathroom. "Oh Charlie." "Come out here to dry you sneaky bitch," Cindy yelled. "Go have your shower Charlie. He returned a few minutes later, wearing trousers and carrying a bottle of wine and three glasses. "We've waited for you." Charlie smiled at Cindy. "You think you've captured the essence, don't you?" The two senior photographic students looked at each other and shrugged as if thinking where had Charlie picked up that technical term. They sat in silence, deep in thought, watching the images especially of the really hot shots such as Charlie's dripping erection caught out of the sheath and poised ready to plunge back in. Charlie mopped his forehead with his arm and Maria sucked in her breath, very audibly. "It will be one of this last three," Cindy said confidently, recalling what she'd seen through the viewfinder as the camera took those exposures. "Wow!" Maria said excitedly. The second shot was even better and when the final shot was screened Maria shrieked, "Ohmigod." Cindy reached over and squeezed Charlie's hand. His mouth was frozen open. There was so much about it really. Cindy had shortened the distance to the target by changing lens. Maria's eyes were wet and wide with lingering passion. Charlie's head was against the fuzzy but still quite clear background of the British flag. Sweat was dropping from his forehead on to Maria's very erect nipple, that area quite wet and both of them had their eyes focused on a bursting drop of sweat alongside that nipple. "That's as near to perfection you'd ever likely to get that shot even if you tried 10,000 times," Maria said reverently. Cindy burst into tears and went flying into Maria's arms. Half an hour later as Maria was leaving, she and Charlie kissed shyly. Three days later Cindy called Charlie mid-afternoon. She sounded highly excited. "My senior tutor called me to his office and informed me my portfolio has been accepted." "That's good, but why the excitement? We knew it was great." "He's told me confidentially that I'll graduate with high marks and expect to finish in the top five in my class, perhaps top." "Wow. Oh that's great. Let's go out to dinner tonight -- Aunt Jess will let you out after you give her that news." "I'm calling her now." "Wait, let's invite Maria and give her a present in appreciation. She put herself on the line for you." "Great, let's do that. I meant to tell you, she has a big problem over that, how to tell her boyfriend. He's beginning to sound like he's ready to talk engagement." "Oh." "Yes indeed oh. Come on big brain -- what's the answer?" "Invite him tonight as well and we'll tell him over dinner, er, Maria can?" "I said big brain, not pea brain." "Er, bring a copy of the photo to the restaurant." "What, and have him punch you?" "I can take a punch." "I bet you can. What if he decides to swat Maria?" "Um, Maria sits beside me, opposite you." "Yes, that would offer some protection. But I don't like this idea at all." "Er." "What?" Charlie asked, "Is he intelligent?" "Yes, why? He's one year into law practice." Charlie smiled and said that was a relief. Cindy waited to hear something of value. "Er." "What." "There's a chance he mightn't recognize Maria." Cindy snorted and said she'd been too generous with the expression pea brain and cut the call. Cindy called back thirty minutes later. "Sorry." "That's okay, I stressed you." "Oh, is that what you call it?" "Steady on Cindy." "Maria thinks it a great idea." "She does?" "Yes, she says you know men and we don't. Be brave darling. If it doesn't work you can always swat him." They met at the restaurant and Maria immediately made Charlie nervous, being all over him and after kissing him linked her arm around Charlie's and said, "Paul, this is one of my very best male friends Charlie Green." The big guy frowned. Cindy had said he'd been a football star at college. Charlie wondered if that was his shoulder pads under his suit. "Can't recall you ever saying the name Charlie Green before." "Oh you know how it is, some friendships grow slowly while others just ignite." "No, I didn't know that." The women looked at Charlie expecting him to smooth the way. He chose suicide. "Um, before we sit down Paul there is something I'd like to show you." He grabbed Cindy's deep handbag and pulled out the photograph. "Take a look at this." The women took a couple of steps backwards. "You're fucking Maria." "Yes, nothing wrong with your eyesight." "Why?" "Because it was required for Cindy's final submission portfolio. We tried and tried simulation but it just wasn't working." "I say Cindy, you did a great job on her. Just look at that nipple. What was the theme?" "The first days of a new immigrant landing on Manhattan." "Clever theme. Maria is doing show dogs. Maria says you talk funny Charlie because you come from London. Have you seen West Ham United play?" "Yes, several times." "Good God. It was my father's favorite team and I grew up hearing about The Hammers. Dad loved following them." "Was he English?" "No, dad has never been outside of North America. Let's sit down. Great photo of you Maria. You were so brave to endure the humiliation -- you appear to be crying." "I did it for Cindy," Maria said, looking somewhat pale. "Well, what are friends for? I'll have to take you to baseball buddy." Later when Paul went 'to water the horse' as he called it, Maria and Cindy gushed away at Charlie, calling him incredibly brave and inventive. "See, I hold you men know how to talk to men," Maria insisted. Cindy nodded but retained her doubtful look. Chapter 6 Cindy rarely spoke of her parents so when they went to dinner with them and Cindy's Aunt Jess and Uncle Ronald Charlie expected they would dull the gathering but far from it. By that stage it seemed Jess and Ronald couldn't get enough of him and now that Cindy off the tight leash they often lunched with them on Sunday and now went out midweek to dinner. Well, Cindy had told him what to expect: her father was a pastor on Long Island and her mom was his devoted assistant. Piousness and servitude would be evident, but not at all. Jess was lively for an older woman but was outshone by the wit and natural 'goodness' that seemed to flow from Annabelle. Her father was more reserved but had a great laugh and had a great grasp on worldly things and virtually led most of the conversations. He'd been to England and Scotland and watched a cricket tests at Lords between England and India. Throughout the evening Charlie was aware of being appraised by Annabelle and she appeared delighted that he suggested they meet for very early breakfast next morning and they wanted to be home in good time for church at 11:00. That evening when Cindy was bouncing up and down on the grinning Charlie she was burbling away, a little intoxicated, "My mom loves you, my mom is impressed by you, my mom says you are the nicest guy I've had sex with, my mom says I should fill me life by having lots and lots of sex with you." Charlie just loved it, watching her perform so happily. He hadn't realized then how active her breasts could be and mused they were coming closer and closer together -- and in sex as well. * * * Charlie was aware Cindy's had been studying computer graphics as part of her degree course and was surprised when she announced she'd been short-listed for such a position with a pharmaceutical company in New Jersey. They'd not talked about her career. She failed to win that job but secured a position through the same recruitment agency when it referred her CV and folio to a fashion magazine after securing Cindy's consent. She was now living permanently with Charlie and came home bubbling in excitement because the editor-in-chief had been so enchanted by her openness and evidence of skills. "She may be a lesbian," Charlie warned. "Perhaps so, perhaps not. She is certainly too switched on to be a screwed up old maid." Charlie left it at that and asked about the magazine. Cindy had been waiting for that so thumped two issues on the coffee table and began describing how reliant such a magazine was on the skills of its graphic designers. "Why not be a photographer for the magazine?" "Most of the imagines come in from photography studios or are purchased from agencies here in America or abroad. I have been hired by Anna-Marie and her advisers because, and I quote, I think like a photographer with obvious developing skills in graphic design." "That's wonderful to be so appreciated as you are about to step out into the commercial world." * * * Graduation was a huge embarrassment. When the award for Photographer of the Year was announced as Cindy Belinda Davies the photograph chosen to be projected on to the screen was the one of Maria and Charlie. Jess and Annabelle were clutching, smothering their laugher and when Cindy squeezed by Maria she was saying to her shocked mother, "Mom, please. Don't create. You are looking at art." As Cindy walked to the stage to receive her award her entire portfolio rolled on screen and periodically the audience clapped and the lonesome figure of Charlie at the airport was particularly well received as was the photo, taken on remote by Cindy as she posed outside Charlie's apartment with him - he in just his underpants and she dressed as a cleaner. Their expressions were very comic. The title was, "Agreement to Date." She concluded a sweet speech by saying, "Lastly I especially thank our new Immigrant from England, Charlie Green. He has been inspirational to me to sharpen my photographic talent and I'm hoping we'll never part." "Please remain here Cinderella," said the presenter. "We have not finished with you yet but in the meantime we have been convinced by your most impressed senior tutor to give a light-hearted touch to this ceremony. We understand Charlie Green, new immigrant, is in the auditorium. Please come to the stage Charlie Green." As pre-arranged, Charlie, who'd undressed under a blanket at his seat pushed out on to the aisle, was picked up by a spotlight, and dressed only in his underpants and trailing a Union Jack held above his head in both hands, went jogging to the stage amid cheers, jeers, handclapping and wolf-whistles including some screams from female students as he leapt up the steps on to the stage and they caught sight of his athletic body. He kissed Cindy and she pulled the flag from him and wrapped it around his body. The presenter welcomed him and said. "Charlie, Miss Davies's stated in her submission notes that you are English, had just arrived in America when Cindy met you and it was you who inspired her to name her portfolio, 'Sunday Afternoons in Manhattan with an Englishman'. How did that come about?" "Cindy was cleaning the brass kick plate on my apartment door, earning income between semesters. I hurried from my apartment and tripped over her, knocking myself out. When I came to I was captivated by Cindy's concerned face as she asked how I was. We agreed to meet for coffee after her shift ended. Over coffee I asked for a date but she declined, nicely. She spoke to me about her need to produce a final photographic portfolio. I said photograph me while introducing me to the sights and pleasures of Manhattan and she agreed and we decided to meet each Sunday to build the portfolio. As she walked away I called, "Thanks, that's a minimum of ten dates I have line up" and she waved, blushing beautifully. She's introduced me to New York and I regard her as a wonderful ambassador of New York women." Cindy received awards for top student in her class for computer graphics and for being runner-up to the top student in her class and voted by her class for the Friendship Award. Paul and his parents, Maria and her parents, Cindy and her parents plus her Aunt and Uncle and Charlie went on to dinner and it culminated in champagne after Paul in front of everyone proposed to Maria and she said, "Yes, of course -- don't keep me waiting too long." Three weeks later that group met again, the women greatly excited. They had received a beautiful individually printed invitation in the mail from Lady Fairbanks-Morrison of London on the occasion of visiting her son in Manhattan it was her honor to host them at a formal dinner at the New York Royal Hotel. Charlie had defaced each invitation by scrawling over it at the bottom: This is mom, she wants to meet you guys -- Charlie. Charlie had to placate Cindy after she opened the embossed envelop with shaking fingers, unsure of what it was about. In awe she read the invitation but then burst into tears. "What's wrong?" he asked, mystified. She sobbed, "You have scribbled over my beautiful invitation." "If I hadn't, would you have known who the invitation was from? Anyway, it's just a piece of cardboard." "I may have guessed who she was." "Oh darling, let me hug you better." The sobs died. "I might have been thrown, focusing on her title. You never told me she was a Lady." "That's because my mother's no lady," he grinned. "You'll love her. When she was young she was often scathingly attacked in the newspapers as the Earl of Potterfen's reprobate youngest daughter." "I love her already," Cindy sniffed. "In that case will you marry me?" "Yes (sniff ). What!" "Will you marry me?" "I-I need to get legal advice." "Why's that?" "Because I'm not with title." Charlie laughed and said he was without title as well as a result of his mother marrying 'beneath herself' by marrying his father, an untitled America. "After my father divorced her for, and I quote 'an unmentionable indiscretion beyond the marriage bed', she lost more ground by marrying for money but she could be on the way up again because her current boyfriend sits in the House of Lords." Cindy said, "Since you are a the lowest denominator of commoner, yes I will marry you. When?" "Let's rush and do it while she is here with Lord Simpson of Barport in tow."