0 comments/ 11195 views/ 2 favorites Fonda and Clark By: Egmont0409 CHAPTER 1 The taxi pulled up outside the all-white Fulton Mansion resplendent with light blue doors and shutters and harmonious architecture. The sole passenger Clark Fulton jumped out when seeing his departing sister about to enter her parents' Mercedes and called, "Hey, Fonda, wait up." She turned and Clark was dismayed at how lined the face of the 30-year old blonde was and she'd also had lost weight. He'd last seen her two years ago when she'd married his elder brother Jack. "Oh hi Clark. Home for your mother's fifty-fifth?" "Yeah, and I've come ashore. Life drilling for oil off the Corpus Christi coast in the States is not as good as the money." "So I've heard." "Do I get a kiss?" Fonda appeared embarrassed. "Clark, obviously you haven't heard..." "Get in and close the door Fonda, " shouted her father. "We're out of here." Fonda's father leading lawyer Austin Daly accelerated the car away and Clark turned and paid the cabbie who'd unloaded Clark's luggage. The front doors were open and Clark entered and the scene in the library disturbed him: something more like a wake than a welcome home greeted him. His father was handing his handkerchief to his mother Nancy who was weeping and Jack was just finishing pouring two hefty whiskies. The three of them looked very unhappy. Jack looked up and saw Clark and said, "Christ" and pulled out another whisky glass from the cabinet. Archer Fulton turned and said, "Hello son, welcome home." Clark's mother looked at him and began sobbing. "What's up?" "We have just been pushed to the limit on agreement to settle the dissolution of Jack and Fonda's marriage," said his father. "Come join the wake." "Marriage break-up? But why?" "Because your brother acted the asshole, unable to stop running with other women." "Shut up mom." "Don't speak to your mother like that," his father yelled. "Apologize damn you." "Sorry mom," Jack said, not bothering to look at her. He handed his father his whisky and carried two glasses to where Clark was standing. "But why?" Clark asked sounding bewildered. "Fonda is one of the nicest young women I've ever met." "Stop blaming me." "But I do." Jack put the two glasses on the table. "You know nothing. Apologize." "No." The defiance was understandable. Hardened from drilling work and recreational fights and bar-room brawls ashore, Clark was no longer afraid of older brother, who was larger-framed. The slap across Clark's ear rocked him but he continued to eye Jack. Jack snarled, "Apologize damn you." "Go to hell." With the marriage break-up trauma bottled up, Jack threw a punch. It caught Clark heavily on the left shoulder, swinging him around. Clark, a little off balance, clubbed both fists against Jack's neck. Jack dropped onto the floor, missing furniture, and groaned. Clark picked up his whisky to walked over to his gaping mother and kissed her. His father's gaze was quizzical as they shook hands and he repeated his earlier greeting, "Welcome home son" and added, "Don't you think you ought to help Jack to his feet?" "No way." There was silence as they watched Jack haul himself to his feet. "Sorry Clark, I just lost it." "That's okay. Just watch what you say about Fonda in my presence and avoid threatening me." "Sure, not problem. Well good health, here's to pleasant family life." The brothers chose to sit next to each other at dinner as if to avoid facing one another. The pre-dinner conversation about the family business and what Clark had been doing for the past two years continued. "You never wrote me," complained Nancy. "What do you call emails?" "Not letters." "Just replying 'Things are going well here and everyone is fine' told me nothing." "Well I find tapping out personal information on a computer too impersonal for my likening." "Update mom or you'll be left behind like your parents." "They have their interests keeping them busy." Clark laughed and said what, looking into space or looking at the same flowers three times a day. Archer growled, "Don't be disrespectful." "Keep out of this dad. You never wrote or picked up a phone." Archer frowned. Jack asked, "Are we being punished?" Clark thought about it. "Well in a manner of speaking yes. If I'd known your marriage was deteriorating I could have come home and tried to help you get it sorted." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah." Jack said darkly, "Clark shut up. You don't know what you are talking about." Archer snorted, "Could you both shut-up. I'm sick of hearing about this marriage failure and it has cost me $1.5 million to settle with fucking Austin Daly on behalf of his daughter." "But why? The divorce settlement is Jack's responsibility," Clark said. "I imagine your natural health remedies business would have been outside the pre-nuptial agreement." "It was, but after the wedding I handed Jack the distribution side of the business because he wanted to go out on his own. He and unexpected flair from Fonda saw their company grow spectacularly with the marketing side managed by her winning new customers by the truckload." "And so Fonda's entitlement was assessed at a million bucks?" "No," said Nancy. "The offer was $750,000 , the counter-claim was $990.000 and the arguing became increasingly bitter until three days ago Archer said enough, the Daly's could take the Fulton's to court and argue it there. Your father received further legal advice and was urged to settle for no more than $1million. He decided to settle it himself and today invited the Daly's over to lunch and the outcome was Austin Daly out-played your father who capitulated at $1.5 million." Archer glowered, "Austin was squeezing more and more about Fonda's claims on future profits." Clark rubbed an ear. "But surely her marketing initiative at winning new clients must have slowed after almost two years?" "It had," said his father. "But there was no way I could get Austin to accept that. He claimed that was because she was spending more time managing the business because her husband was away so much of the time whoring." "Archer!" "Well it's true Nancy. Although he didn't quite use that word it's what Austin meant." "Listen guys, it's only money and dad you have saved me being dragged through the court and humiliated. Now that Clark has been briefed could we drop it?" "Why did you whore on her, one of the most beautifully spirited women in the world?" "Shut-up. You ought to try living with her." "Too much of your intellectual superior eh?" "Boys, that's enough," Nancy said. "Any conversation relating to that unfortunate marriage and the name Fonda Daly-Fulton is banned in this home." "Yes mom." "Okay Nancy." "I can't agree mom." "And why not?" "That demand is unreasonable. Prohibition orders on contacts are given a time frame that has to be reasonable otherwise the courts will not accept such a provision on the basis that nothing is forever, although they have not set the fixity of finite periods." "You are speaking like an attorney," his father yawned. "I've completed a degree while being in the gulf to avoid tedium and lining up to hump the female personnel charging exorbitant fees." Jack laughed and poured more wine. "My god, dummy has gotten himself a bachelor's degree." "Actually it's a MBA. I studied on-line to increase my chances of finding a good job in business when I came ashore, which is now." "B-but why didn't you..." "Crow about it mom? I didn't really think you guys would be terribly interested as in recent years everything has focused around Jack. That's what drove me away in the first place. You remember dad when Jack graduated from university he was given a position in head office admin. When I graduated I was offered a job in one of the plants." "Which you declined." "Yes, and I wonder why dad? Rather that test us both equally to determine who should be your eventual successor you simply positioned Jack on the conveyor to take him to that position." "I wanted family expertise in plant operation." "But you weren't prepared to talk to me about it and listen to me about my needs and aspirations." Archer drained his glass. "Well there wasn't room for both of you to be in admin." "What gave you that idea dad?" Everyone looked at Jack at that comment and then at Clark when he said, "Thanks for that Jack. I'm not looking for a job in your outfit dad, so don't worry." His mother said, "Well all that is interesting, very interesting. What finite time should I place on discussion about the fateful marriage?" "I don't agree to a ban and you should be attempting to teach Jack what a wife would expect of him. But in deference to you I'll not discuss the marriage or tell you what a fine woman I think Fonda is. I'll be out of here in a few days when I have found somewhere to live." "Shack up with Fonda if you think she's that wonderful; she's renting an apartment." "Jack!" "No, let him speak his mind mom. Let him get it out of his system. Banning discussing is the wrong way to go." After dinner in the fading early summer light the brothers took the two Irish Setters for a walk. "Bro, your ex will be going through a difficult time. It's bad enough for a guy but worst for a woman because women and guys tend to shun a female divorcee or any woman who is about to gain that status. I'd like to contact her." "You won't get your shaft into her; she's very particular. But if you do you'll have no problem with me." "I wasn't..." "Put her number into your cell phone now. Are you ready? I wonder how long I'll remember it?" "For a finite period." They laughed and Jack slapped his brother on the back, not too hard. Late that night Clark made the call. Her 'Hello' sounded sleepy. "It's Clark, sorry to wake you but I couldn't wait till morning." "Oh Clark." He heard the voice brighten. "How did you get my number?" "Off Jack. I asked him for it straight out and he gave it to me saying no problem. Let's try to avoid speaking about him again." "I'd like that." "I thought you would." Fonda laughed. He gauged it was almost a giggle but thought that was over-expecting. He'd have to take this slowly. "I'm sorry I couldn't chat this afternoon. Daddy was in command mode." "So I've heard but we are talking now. I'd like to see you." "When?" "Now." There was a lengthy silence. "I've just shifted in here; I'm living alone. Daddy would kill me..." "I need somewhere to stay. Here is not good." "Ohmigod, daddy WOULD kill me." Clark said softly, "You could think fuck daddy. How would your mom take it?" Fonda sighed and said it would be quite a test for her. "Mom has told me it was you I should have married. She'd seen you looking at me when you arrived home for the wedding." "Oh?" "Yes and don't you lie to me. I caught your carnivorous glances at times." Clark whistled, "Carnivorous glances?" This time he really heard a giggle and she sighed and said his easy and irreverent manner was so good for her. They talked for another few minutes and then he said, "Well I better let you to catch your beauty sleep." She said she'd like to return to feeling free and beautiful. "I mean beautiful in spirit." As Clark opened his mouth to say goodnight she gave him the address and said, "Come now. Bring everything with you. I'll open the remote lock when you press my buzzer outside the entrance. My apartment is very small and needs redecorating so don't over-expect." He went to say was she sure he should stay the night, that she was taking a big risk but she cut the call. Clark resolved to stand by Fonda. * * * Standing at the open doorway Fonda heard the elevator come up and stop. She was standing at the doors as they opened. She stepped in and kissed Clark firmly, knowing she had to do that to eliminate awkwardness between them. "Jesus." She smiled and grabbed one of his carry bags and said, "Follow me." As she closed the door Fonda began to feel embarrassed, thinking he'd want to fuck her straight away. She had been in bed but had dressed again to greet him. Oh well, she sighed to herself. She knew what men wanted and like it or not she had to give it to him and walked over and hugged him and kissed him. To her surprise he pushed her to arm's length. "Fonda, let's not rush this. You are possibly reacting to try to kill rejection. I don't wish to take you on the rebound. This is not the answer. We need to talk and give ourselves space. I'd love you to want to associate with me as a lover but I want you to respond when not under pressure." "You are gallant." "Well only for your benefit. If we are to develop a much closer relationship I don't want the focus to be on sex." Fonda nodded and said very wise. "But I want you to know this. When my marriage began to crumble I too thought I'd married the wrong brother." "Thank you sweetheart. I'm glad you told me that. It will speed things along." "What's the hold-up?" "First we need to find the reaction of your parents." "Okay and so until then you won't sleep with me?" "Correct." "Then I'll make up the daybed, that sofa folds out." "Fine, let's do it and then while I shower you can try to go back to sleep." "Will you allow me to jump in with you in the morning?" "Yes, of course. But you know what not to do?" "Yes," she said shyly. "Not to seek sex, at least for the time being." Clark couldn't believe he'd turned down the opportunity for sex. But he knew it was the way to go to ensure she wasn't left with the feeling she'd gone to him on the rebound. He recalled from the first time he'd seen her, two days before the wedding, feeling he could fall for her. Then seeing her in her wedding dress, looking like a princess, he felt his heart had been stolen. Occasionally there had been a woman he'd felt the hots for but this had not been like that; he'd just wanted Fonda and wanted her to want him. End of story. The great need was to learn her parents' reaction because he couldn't bear to drive a wedge between Fonda and her parents... well her father perhaps, but not her mother. If Veronica Daly refused to accept him entering a deep relationship with her daughter then that was it; he'd just disappear. Clark opened his eyes and looked straight into blue eyes. "You have very green eyes," she said. "I was wondering what color they were. The sheet was over her shoulder. "Are you wearing something?" "Yes panties, do you wish me to take them off," she giggled. "I have been beside you for at least half an hour. I finally awoke you breathing on your nose. I wanted to feel if you had a morning erection but felt you'd growl at me." "Damn right." "Aw, sweetheart. What's in a touch between friends?" "Just the thickness of your panties." She giggled. "I feel heaps better now that I have you. I must shower. You might like to prepare breakfast for us." "Sure, bacon, eggs and peas?" "Oh yuk. A small pot of yogurt and one piece of lightly toasted bread." "Okay and then what?" "What do you mean and then what?" "You mean that's your breakfast?" "Of course. Do you want me looking like a balloon?" "Well perhaps if I'm not working I should have what you have?" "No, if you plunge off your normal breakfast you could easily begin binge eating later in the day. Just cut back gradually and not too much. There's a gym across the street; it takes casual patrons. A lot of tourists stay in short-stay apartments around here." Clark in the process of consuming two poached eggs and four slices of very crisp toast asked, "Where do you work?" "In the pre-break-up trauma I lost my job, being identified as being emotionally unstable, so I now work in the library of dad's law partnership. I was tiring of being day manager at the Western Hotel anyway and find this new work far more interesting. I manage two juniors who run the archives with me. They scan and enter files and I supervise the accuracy of their work." "God, how boring." "I agree. I lie to myself that I find the work interesting. I fact is I'm bored mindless but I do need some stability in my life right now so I'm hanging in there. What do you propose doing?" "There is the possibility of going into business with you. I heard about your windfall." "Oh yeah, are you trying to get your hands on it?" "With your agreement, your total agreement, yes." Fonda smiled and said that was being honest. "So you wish to buy a boat and sail me around the world, calling in at exotic places?" "What with my share of money from my paternal grandparents' estate and working long hours on oil drilling work in the Gulf of Mexico, I have $1,320,000 to invest. If you matched that we'd have enough to purchase a small business or to buy into a business needing capital or to take a big step forward and find a guarantor and borrow big to go into bigger business." "Oooh, great options but Clark, while I've had a great couple of years in marketing I don't have business credentials; my degree is in psychology." "Well that gives us an interesting mix. I have negligible business experience... just enough to satisfy my course requirements. I possess an MBA." Fonda said she was impressed but the reality was they would not be good prospects for a huge loan. Clark disagreed and said the nature of the business could influence the lenders. She went off to ready for work and a little later kissed him and left. Ten minutes later there was a knock at the door. Clark opened it and was face to face with Austin Daly. "What the hell are you doing here? Where's Fonda?" "She left for work only minutes ago. Coffee?" "I want my question answered." "I replied, you and Fonda must have just missed one another outside the building." "No, not that. I also asked what are you doing here?" "I'm living here as from last night. With Fonda's consent." "Like hell you are." Adopting his best smile Clark said, "Please Austin sit and have coffee. As you can see that's my bed on the sofa. Is this apartment yours?" "No, I'm paying the rent though." "Well if this set-up doesn't suit you I guess you could rent us a two bedroom unit in this same building but Fonda would have to approve. I can't speak for her." "I'll speak to her and get this unbelievable mess sorted. I believed we had severed our links completely with your family." "Well allow your daughter to speak for herself. Now are you going to sit down? If not you can fuck off." Austin grinned. "You're rather more upfront than your brother. His tactic is to smile and to leave you not knowing what to believe." "Well your descendants could have plundered fur seals but I don't hold that against you." Austin smiled and sat and asked where was his coffee. "That was rather a smart deviation." "So it's not true?" "Very smart." Austin took a call while Clark was pouring coffee. "Yes I know Veronica. Unbelievable isn't it?" "No I won't have the punk killed. Christ Veronica, you've been watching too many TV crime shows. These days we just hire a thug to break the punk's leg only in this instance we may need to hire a couple of thugs." "How do I know darling? Because I'm sitting in your daughter's apartment and the punk is fetching me coffee after calming me and negotiating like a pro. He's not at all like his brother. I'll call you later to let you know the outcome. If I'm a no-show for dinner call the cops. Veronica, calm down. That was supposed to be a joke." Austin took the coffee and waved away milk and sugar. "That was the mother, all upset after being told you have moved in with her beloved Fonda." "What mother wouldn't be upset?" Austin sipped coffee and nodded. Fonda and Clark "Tell you what Austin. Let's do a deal?" "Like what?" "That you call Veronica in an hour's time and ask what are her real objections, other than what other people might think, of me moving in with Fonda. I won't call to attempt to influence Veronica and I'll not communicate with Fonda for the next two hours." "And if Veronica doesn't want this to happen?" "Then I'll just disappear." "You'll risk loosing the opportunity of playing footsies with my daughter on the whim of her mother?" "Frankly I don't think it's a risk. I think Veronica likes me, what little she saw of me at the wedding and Fonda would have already made the case for cohabitating with me. I figure the overriding thing on Veronica's mind will be having her daughter stable and happy again. She will see me as her best bet. The deal you'll have with me is if Veronica accepts it, you'll accept it and cease your feeling of hostility towards me and accept your wife and daughter know best." Austin drank more coffee, staring at Clark. "You have guts and brains, you are not at all like your brother." "That suggests you like me enough to accept the deal, convinced I won't be bad for your daughter in her vulnerable state." "Yes. Tell me, have you slept with her?" "That's none of your business." "I expected that answer. I was just curious." "I haven't had sexual relations with Fonda. But will soon." "When I tell you Veronica and I approve of this relationship?" Clark smiled and said, "After being advised Veronica and you approve of this relationship. I'll await your call. Now don't you have work to do at your office?" "Good morning you confident asshole," Austin smiled and Clark showed him out. Two minutes later Clark went out on a thirty-minute walk and returned to sit at the phone. * * * Austin walked from his car to the elevator shaking his head. That asshole would make a brilliant negotiating lawyer. Without doubt Fonda had married the wrong brother. He felt the need to call Veronica but conceded the guy was right: give Veronica an hour to sort everything out in her mind. He walked into his office thinking the difficulty Veronica faced in accepting Fonda's wish for this relationship to happen would be what would their friends would think and say. Some of the comments might be very hurtful. "Toughen up Veronica, this young man could be good, even better than good." Austin, as managing partner, called the partners together to convene their delayed meeting. An hour later he sent them out of his office again to make an important and confidential phone call. "Hi Veronica." "Oh hi darling, how are you coping with this shocker?" "Fine, it's you I'm worried about." "I'm fine. Austin it's not many times I plead with you. I plead to you now to let this happen." "Okay. I'll invite them out to dine with us at the club on Saturday night as our guests." "Oh darling, that's a really noble gesture. Fonda will love us for doing this." "Good, I'll call Clark now and tell him he has our approval. He promised to disappear if you didn't approve." "But what if you had over-ruled me?" "The clever cuss didn't allow that option. He struck a deal that if you approved that was it. I agreed, thinking it would only create a row between us had I over-ruled you." "And that makes you clever. Had you over-ruled me as you call it we would have fought for weeks." Austin called Clark and said, "You have our approval to enter this relationship with our daughter. I would expect you to contribute to the rent. If you guys want a larger apartment then go find one and pay all the rent. I'll try to treat you like a new guy in Fonda's life Clark. It is desirable not to relive the past." "Fair enough and thanks. We'll try to keep out of your hair." Austin cut the call and sighed; life and relationships could be so complicated. * * * Clark met Fonda for lunch as they'd arranged earlier. She came rushing up to him, obviously bursting to tell him the news. He pretended he knew nothing. They kissed and she said, "I have some momentous news." "That's great. Sit down." "Mum and dad have agreed we can live together." "Oh fantastic. I'll order a special occasion wine." He ordered two glasses of champagne. "When will you take me to bed?" Conversations at tables on both sides of them stopped. Undeterred Clark said, "As soon as you drop your panties." "Oooh." "If you like we can go home now?" She said no, she had to work and conversations around them resumed. In a quieter voice, sipping champagne, Fonda said, "You really don't know what a special occasion this is for me Clark. Even out of my darkest hours I thought no guy would ever want to relate normally with me again... you know, friendship as well as sex and not just sex and goodbye Fonda." "Men are not that callous are they?" Clark said straight-faced. "Oh Clark you are such an angel. If only you knew what brutes some men can be." They arranged to meet just after 6:00 in a bar near Fonda's workplace and then to dine out somewhere really good. CHAPTER 2 The bar was made for couples, dimly lit. Clark, eyes adjusting caught the wave and hurried over. Actually the woman waving was two stools up from Fonda and looked disappointed when Clark stopped short of her. Fonda reached up and gave him a wondrous kiss and for half a minute there was no other woman in the world for Clark. "Show me a breast," he whispered, and looked down as she pulled over her dress front and slipped her bra down, allowing him to see s rosy pink nipple. He swallowed and said thickly, "Thanks." "Show me your cock." Without hesitation Clark unzipped but stopped when Fonda, giggling, said, "Stop you crazy exhibitionist. I was only joking." "Oh Christ Fonda," he groaned. "Long may this last. We will have so much fun together. You've no idea how many gallons of semen I've splattered at sea jerking and thinking of you... your lovely face, the curve of your hip and once during the wedding reception I'd caught a glimpse of your upper leg when you were straightening your seamed stocking." Fonda looked astonished. "You thought about me when jerking off?" "Yeah baby. In the loneliness on the exploration rig or a production platform." "Between whores when you came ashore you mean?" "Whores? What are they sweetheart?" Fonda spluttered into her drink as Clark's drink arrived. She laughed softly and reached to stoke the side of his face. "You do know how to charm and deceive a girl in almost the same breath." They talked for an hour and then went by cab to the apartment. They were locked in a sizzling embrace, unaware the vehicle had stopped until the cabbie went, "Ahem!" They were only three floors up so Fonda took the stairs at the run, catching Clark by surprise. He pounced when catching up on the second flight of stairs, she beginning to pant and he not the slightest out of breath. "God you are fit and hard," she said, feeling the power in his arms. "Me hard? You have to be kidding," he said, patting his dick. "He doesn't get hard till he sights pussy," Clark lied, making Fonda gurgle and asking should he be talking to her like that so early in their relationship. "What is early about it?" "I-I don't know. I just don't want you thinking I'm a slut." "Are you kidding me? I fell halfway in love with you the moment I saw you when I came home for the wedding. You being eager to fuck me doesn't mean you are a slut." "Are you sure?" "Yes and quit stalling Fonda. Take hold of it and say 'Oh hello, what's this?' and smile." Fonda took hold of his erection. "Oh my. You said it didn't get hard until sighting...um... pussy?" "He's smelling it; virtually the same thing. Unzip me and suck." "W-what. Here on the stairs?" "Yes. What's the problem?" Fonda, fully aroused, didn't bother expressed fears about other people might use the stairs. She unzipped him and prepared to set her mouth around the big fat dick. "God, this is not a dick; it's a weapon." Clark chortled and pulled her on to his dick, keeping her hair out of her eyes and crooned he was so pleased to have someone to suck his cock and for them to be potentially such agreeable companions with at least two things in common: drinking and fucking. In time they would find a wider set of mutual interests and he was even prepared to bite the bullet and go shopping with her every weekend. * * * Fonda was full of joy, knowing that in a few minutes she'd be full of dick. It was BIG. She thought with regret it would be best she didn't inform him she liked a dick up her ass occasionally, usually when away for a weekend at a resort with nothing much else to do but to eat, swim and fuck. Oooh, she really liked such weekends. She still couldn't believe just how easily this guy had walked into her life and appeared to be re-launching her into the new Miss Fonda Daly. She hadn't, and probably never would, tell Clark the first time she saw him she knew she wanted to fuck him. He looked overly hairy, being so unkempt, but wildly gorgeous, the kind of guy any sexy woman would list to be marooned on a desert island with... along with other necessities of life. Surprisingly, although he was really upfront conversationally, he was reasonably gentle and the way he touched her sent charges through her body, and that was always a promising sign. Apart from very forgettable short association with a married guy from when Jack Fulton had rolled off her for the last time six weeks ago, Fonda hadn't had sex and was eager for it now. What on earth was Clark doing unbuttoning her shirt and now removing it and now removing her bra? Was he mad; they were on the stairs of a public building. Most residents took the elevator... but others were fitness freaks. Then she heard, "I'm about to come; I want to fire over your tits. I get a lift out of doing that, okay?" "Wasn't he lovely, asking her was it okay? What else could she say other than yes without spoiling this time together? Feeling the cock in her mouth thickening she held up her hand to signal it was okay, circling her thumb and forefinger together. Now if this wasn't being a slut on the first time being out with a guy, what was it? Then he kissed her fingers, sending little waves of delicious feeling for her. Oh god, she'd be leaking into her panties. "I'm coming," he croaked. She pulled him out and aimed at her breasts and was astonished to see them being coated. How long had it been since his balls last fired? A great feeling of desire came over Fonda. She asked was he ready to go again and he said yeah, but only once more and then he'd need a rest. Fonda removed her skirt and pulled her panties aside. "Feed it to me tiger." Clark hesitated and looked up and down the stairwell as if expecting to see silently applauding crowds or the police vice-squad. Satisfied they were alone he grinned and began feeing his dick into Fonda who by then had one leg stretched along the stair rail and was now being pounded against it, hoping it would hold. Although he was fat, the dick was slithering in and out of her as if it were in its accustomed recreation center. * * * They reached her apartment apparently undetected. Fonda was in a real mess, dried and wet semen everywhere. Clark was wet with sweat and looked half-exhausted. "We must never do that again in a public place," she admonished, and he said right, he'd only wanted them to exhibit what sluts they were so never again would they have to worry about whether or not they carried the tag. They know knew beyond doubt. "What, that was a social proving exercise and not a fuck?" she asked indignantly. Clark looked thoughtful. "Under the scenario I've just outlined it would have been impossible to reach the conclusion without fucking." "This is weird and your thinking on this is outrageous and inexplicable. I'm off to soak in the bath." When Clark appeared with two glasses of wine and sat on the closed toilet seat Fonda said she'd been forced to readjust her thinking. "Thank you for a most interesting bout of sex I've ever had. It was exciting and I must say memorable although if my mother had seen us she would have called it disgusting, as would many other people like her. But I think you'd anticipated I'd be nervous about having sex with you, me having been married to your brother, so you took the chance in an unusual setting and got me into the groove. It had nothing to do with your preposterous slut theory did it?" "You are a very intelligent lady Fonda. When and where would you like to have sex on our next encounter?" "You can roll me over in the morning and begin the process like normal people do, in bed." "That's fine, anything to please a lady." * * * Clark studied the face of his great-looking blonde. Her eyebrows were plucked, her skin was obviously cared for professionally because it looked almost blemish-free. Her throat was the tidy and almost unlined throat of a young woman and he could see the round of a breast and lifted the sheet a little to catch the sight of a bright pink nipple. "What are you doing?" He dropped the sheet guiltily. "Um inspecting unfamiliar territory." Her blue eyes studied him gravely. She then hauled out her arms and stretched and said she had to go for a pee and they then could fuck. "Um, unless you would prefer to read." He grinned and slapped her bare ass as she left the bed. She squealed, making his dick rise in salute to a great ass being watched very intently by Clark. This time they fucked slowly and with great tenderness and ended it passionately. "Ohmigod, that was just so awesome," Fonda said, still breathing heavily. "It's because we like each other," Clark said softly and she nodded and kissed him and said she must scamper to get to work on time. "I'll grab coffee and a bagel on the way." * * * Austin Daly didn't play around with other women. The only woman he's fucked since the age of twenty-three had been his wife. Last night, excited that her daughter was happy again, Veronica had tugged on his cock and asked for some action. God it had been good, he thought. She'd really moved her ass, the best she'd done in years and when he took her for the second time she hadn't moaned he was taking too long and was sweating on her. In fact she too had been sweating, or perspiring as women like to call it. As they rested he'd kissed her sagging tits and said it was amazing that the skin had remained soft and blemish free with no wrinkling. That had hit the button and she asked did he want to notch up another one but he backed off, saying he'd never make it to the finish and she'd said well she was great and would have matched his thrusting blow for blow but that had been a lie: she was asleep within two minutes and looked exhausted. It was great having her happy again. During the night Veronica had gone out for a pee and showered and when she came back she asked was he awake. He'd said yes, alarmed that she would want more sex but she simply kissed him when he turned his head and whispered, "Please Austin, be kind to that young man. He is what is making our daughter happy." "Sure honey," he'd said, and they went to sleep in a hug, just like they used to do in 'the old days'. * * * It was rare for Austin to make social calls during work hours but he picked up the phone and called his daughter's apartment number. "Good morning." "It's Austin. I was just calling to see if you're settled in and did you want anything and to hear from you that my daughter left the apartment very happy this morning." "Yes, no, yes." "Ah, a guy of few words. Are you sure you don't want anything like a job? I'm a director of five companies, chairman of two of them. So I have influence to exert once we find what your credentials are." "I'm not seeking a salaried position. If you really would like to buy a good company with potential spending say four million. Fonda and I will buy a 51% holding in that company for a small discount of $2 million, contributing one million each, and we shall work to grow the company." "You want me... oh yeah, you made it quite plain you want me involved financially with you to the tune of $2 million once you have invested two mil. I have had an unhappy time having in a business negotiation with a Fulton." "Goodbye Austin." "No wait." "I'm waiting." "Let's talk about this on Saturday night. You'll be with Veronica and me anyway because I was inviting you and Fonda to dine with us at my club." "I don't recall accepting a dinner invitation I did not receive." "You are sounding pathetic Clark." "Then invite me now." "Will you and Fonda please join my wife and me at our club for dinner this Saturday night." "That sounds okay but I'll have to check with Fonda before accepting." "Jesus!" "Fonda and I are not your yes persons Austin. It might pay you to remember that." "You want two mil from me and expect you can fuck me around like this?" "Austin please, just calm down and think how normal people behave. My behavior and responses to you have been perfectly normal. The dictatorial and unreasonable person has been you. I bet if I told Veronica how you were attempting to ride roughshod over me she'd be a very unhappy lady." The person choking on the phone was Austin. "All right," he said, still clearing his throat. "I may have been a bit unreasonable. Please come on Saturday night once you have talked to Fonda; if she can't come I want you to still accept and come alone. I suggest you begin looking for a company we could acquire for $4 million. I have no knowledge of little companies like that." "Those are reasonable requests thank you Austin. Thank you for your time. I will report favorable to Fonda about our conversation, of course missing out the bits when you were not quite your amenable self." "At times you sail very close to the wind young man." "Tut-tut Austin. No threats please. Bye." * * * At dinner on Saturday night the young couple saw that Veronica Daly couldn't keep her eyes off them and stop smiling as if she knew whatever happened would be good. Her influence was so powerful that when Austin proposed a toast after the wine arrived he said, perhaps involuntarily, "Welcome to the family" looking at Clark and then looked away as if embarrassed. The other three sat quietly forcing the host to say something. Austin outlined Clark's proposal. The two women who both had been pre-briefed, both said they approved. "Well young man. You are free to find a $4 million company engaged in counting and packing paper clips, or repairing street signs or perhaps sweeping the city's CBD area after midnight. When you do so feel free to bring you proposals to me for consideration." "Well to save you fretting Austin here are three proposals of companies with an asking price of 4.5 to five mil but with tough negotiation and no hot proposals on the table in front of them I ought to get any of them for four mil by turning the screws." "Well you get full marks from me for confidence," Austin grinned. "Just don't rush into it." Clark said it was his and Fonda's intention to improve each business they acquired, improve it and flick it on until they had a strongly performing twenty million dollar company. "Or you are so clever and so focused on the future Clark," Veronica cooed, making her husband tap his fingers on the table. Clark handed over the three résumés. "Rubbish," Austin said, tossing back the first sheet of paper and saying, "Who wants to be investing into a company assembling baby buggies?" "Well it's a business with romantic connotations," Veronica said vaguely. Austin looked at the second proposal a little longer before saying, "I'm not confident about any company attending motor vehicle mechanical breakdown callouts. I note fuel and flat battery callouts are excluded and that suggests this company can see the writing on the wall, knowing that vehicles are becoming far more reliable mechanically and also dealers have been extending their warranties and their callout networks. This is a bad choice Clark." Fonda and Clark "Agreed." "What?" "I said agreed. It's spelt..." Austin growled "Don't get smart with me boy" and Veronica told Austin to behave and not call a grown man boy as that was insulting. Ignoring his wife Austin took the third proposal and kept on reading it for so long that Clark ordered another bottle of wine and their glasses were topped up before Austin said, "This interests me." "I wonder why I guess that?" Clark grinned and earned and scowl and the scowl turned deeper when Veronica whispered not that quietly to Fonda, "He's not half-scared of Austin like his brother was." Clark said, "It's a company that claims 60% of its business comes from having a monopoly on supplying prepared breakfast packs to motels within a thirty-mile perimeter of the city including virtually all motels within the city. Orders requiring a cooked heated portion come in two-packs or three-packs. The key to this operation is the company imports, blends and roasts coffee beans under its own brand of Up And Away Coffee. It sells direct to the public as well as selling coffee houses and restaurants and cafés within its distribution area and this is a lucrative contributor to bottom line revenue. The owners say they wish to move on and establish a new venture." Austin said, "Footnotes by Clark say he called twenty of the clients at random from the list of 194 clients and all said they purchased breakfast packs exclusively from the Up And Away Company and had found the service great and the products consistently good. Austin states here he and Fonda will extend the marketing area out to a fifty-five mile radius and that will take in eleven smaller towns and two quite large cities, doubling capacity if they manage to get an uptake of only 45% in that new territory." "Well I like the sound of that," Veronica said. "It sounds a solid business." "I think so too. Listen Clark and Fonda, is it okay if I put some people on to this to perform a proper business appraisal of this concern? They can go in under your auspices as a potential buyer." "Yes daddy, that's fine," said the director and marketing manager designate. The due diligence study revealed only a few minor concerns, resolvable by better management, and those issues were presented as negatives at the negotiating table where Austin, being presented as Fonda and Clark's attorney, led the haggle to get the asking price reduced from $4.85 million to $4 million. The goodwill value in such a client-focused business was difficult to assess. Fonda and Clark were walking through the CBD after the signing and they were passing a jeweler's when Clark pulled her into a store saying he'd like to buy her a friendship ring. She cooed in pleasure. "Clark these are engagement rings," she said, looking at the display in the case. "Friendship rings will be down toward the back." "No this is where I meant to be," he smiled. "If this ring doesn't make you feel friendly and bonded to me we may as well walk out." "Oooh." An attendant came over smiling and Fonda said she'd like to see rings of three small diamonds set into solid platinum. "Oh Miss Daly isn't it? You have been in here looking previously and have one on hold." The woman's huge indiscretion caused Fonda to blush. She looked at Clark but he appeared to be watching traffic passing... but grinning. After the purchase the happy couple booked into a five-star hotel to celebrate their engagement with a wild night of rutting. After some drinks in the Jacuzzi they had dinner and agree what they must do during the next six months to be in the position to sell their business very profitably in another six months after that. Fonda said, "We should think of marrying a month after the purchase of our new business with dad coming up with more money to maintain his 49% interest." "What if he says he wants profits, not a larger investment?" "Oh," said Fonda. "I'll have a quite word with mom. She'll change his mind." In the elevator going to their suite Fonda said sweetly to Clark without lowering her voice, "This is a night of celebration. We can do anal tonight if you wish." One of the two other female in the elevator screamed in laughter, "Ohmigod." Clark just sighed. He knew to expect the unexpected from his fiancée. THE END