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Hattie & Vic

By: Egmont Grigor



Chapter 1

For three days Hattie Monk had been waiting for Saturday night to arrive to go on her dream date with Royce Collins. Aged 24 with fair and longish curly hair Hattie was a vivacious and, being in a wealthy family, a little precocious. She was between jobs, a casualty of downsizing in her section of the computer industry, although her mother Kitty insisted Hattie was 'on vacation'.

Her Saturday night date, Lieutenant Royce Collins, had arrived recently from overseas duty. Five generations of the Collins family had served in the military and now Royce had become the sixth, though his billionaire father had ensured his son had been posted to Germany away from any conflict apart from fights in the bars. Royce had phoned the beauty to invited her to a dine and dance and suggested going somewhere afterwards to park -- somewhere comfortable. On the strength of that Hattie had purchased condoms knowing the great place to park. She was determined to make a great pitch to become Mrs Hattie Monk-Collins and going into a motel room would enhance her chances, surely.

Then disaster. Her father called at midday Friday to say he'd been caught in urgent talks and her mother was having her hair done. There was no option but to ask Hattie to go to New York to meet Cousin Victor Shadbolt next morning -- the Queen Elizabeth 2 was due to dock at 8:00 am.

"But father!"

"I know- your date with Ronald's boy. Schedule a re-date darling; family comes first.

"But father!"

"Cedric (the chauffer) is on the way to take you to the airport. A limo at JFK will take you to your hotel where you'll stay three days in a suite. Look darling, I'm sorry to be costing you a date but go out with Cousin Victor instead. You have the credit card I gave you recently -- I've just asked Kevin to charge it with $5000. Spend big on me darling. Goodbye."

Hattie snapped her cell phone shut and let off a string of oaths that would have curled the claws of a Bishop's parrot. She went outside by the pool to sulk for half-an-hour before calling Royce to give him the bad news.

"Oh Hattie -- what a coincidence, I was about to call you to cancel tomorrow night. Gwendolyn James has invited me to escort her to a party restricted to families of military personnel. Hattie, are you there Hattie?" 

Hattie's phone now lay on the concrete pool surround in one hundred pieces. She called Kevin Browne at her father's office to claim insurance on her phone and requested Kevin to rush another one to her at the United terminal at the airport.

"Very well Miss Monk," he said in his fruity voice. "I'll get the phone to you even if it means delaying the flight."

Hattie said to her father's chief of staff, "Splendid Kevin -- just call me whenever you want me to put in a good word for you." 

Cedric the chauffer had handed her a package that she read on the way to the airport. It contained air tickets and passes, instructions where to go to find the limo and the address of the hotel -- not that anyone needed to be given the address of that hotel; her father was on the board therefore the accommodation would be a premium suite. Just before the last call to board a courier in motor-cycle leathers arrived with her phone. She'd called Kevin out of a meeting just to say, "Great phone thank you Kevin; this call confirms it works." She grinned when she held on after saying goodbye to hear him mutter, "Because it's my fucking back-up phone you chipMonk." She knew Kevin's secret desire was to screw her and then screw her neck, although with him being unsure of his sex he was unlikely to do either.

Information on Cousin Victor from some unpronounceable place called Waimakariri in a place called New Zealand -- wherever that was -- interested her vaguely. He was her third cousin so it would not be a crime to allow him to share her bed if she felt so inclined. Damn her father -- he was such a bully making her do this and refusing to employ her in administration in one of his factories -- instead he insisted she go out and find a job herself and stick at it 'to build character'. Well, at least he'd given her a momentary sweetener for this trip: it would pay for a new dress and shoes and a day trip to Atlantic City to have fun losing a couple of thousand.

At the passenger ocean terminal Hattie found it too crowded and too noisy for her. The liner had docked and people were about to 'disembark' as the guy in a beautifully modulated voice and no accent was announcing over the sound system. She paid two guys to stand at places where they thought was the right place to position with boards she wrote on in felt pen -- 'Cousin Victor Shadbolt from NZ'. She held up fifty bucks and said it would be a bonus to the guy who brought passenger Victor Shadbolt to her in the coffee shop she identified.

"It could be a couple of hours Miss."

"That's fine, I like coffee and will read the newspaper."

Just over an hour later someone coughed just behind her -- an attention-seeking cough. It was one of the signboard 'boys'. "Found him Miss."

She asked the tall guy behind him, "Are you Cousin Shadbolt?" 

"Yes, from out of Waimakariri."

"Pardon me?"

"Mid center of the South Island of New Zealand."

"Oh, New Zealand. Here you are young man," Hattie said handing over the fifty.

God the guy was big and she was annoyed at him staring at her like that; don't girls in New Zealand have breasts?

"I'm Hattie Monk," she said, holding out her hand. She almost wet herself when he kissed it so elegantly with great timing.

He introduced himself as Victor Shadbolt but invited her to call him Vic. "I'm astonished."

"What, at the size of my breasts?"

He smiled and his color deepened. "Not exactly. My mother had described you as a snotty-nosed stuck-up little bitch, spoilt to the nth."

"Perhaps it's just as well I don't really understand what that means."

Vic beamed and slapped her on the shoulder, almost knocking her out of her chair. "With humor like that you can't be too bad."

Hattie couldn't understand why this clown from nowhere was assaulting her and accusing her of having a humor when she was livid at his scrawny, drunken and foul-mouthed mother defaming her and unjustly. She'd met the mother three years ago when she visited her parents in Chicago during Hattie's final year at college. The father, although not there, would be civilized because he was American.

In the drive to the city she asked, "Did you sail in that boat from your local port?"

"Ship."

"Pardon me?"

"Boats are little things -- big vessels traversing oceans are called ships."

"Whatever."

"I was flown to England for seven days and then my prize included sailing on the QE2 to New York."

"Prize -- you won a male beauty contest or something?"

"Ah, very droll." Vic beamed. "I know I'm good looking but fall short of being handsome."

"I could debate that but why inflate your ego."

"You have a very lively mind, Hattie; I like you already."

"Well, at least that's something your mom didn't do."

"Mum is okay -- she has a sharp tongue when she'd been on the booze without a few days' break."

"Mum and not mom?"

"Aye, at least in New Zealand."

"What will you do in America?"

Vic said looking for a rich wife and Hattie said well that eliminated her because she wasn't rich.

"You'd be too much of a handful for me," he grinned only to be caught again looking at her breasts.

"You are rude," she giggled. "You wanted me to catch you looking at them." 

His stupid grin gave him away.

That byplay softened her and she said, "Keep this up and perhaps I'll like you. How did you win that fabulous prize?"

"I won first prize at a poker tournament at a casino comprising the trip to England, the sailing to New York, spending money and the flight to Christchurch New Zealand from LA -- total value $25,000."

"Wow. So you like gambling?"

"Nah but I've been playing penny poker with dad and two of his buddies since my seventh birthday and still do; they entered me in the tournament."

"How old are you now?"

"Twenty-nine." 

She said she was twenty-four and a year out from college.

"Fuck, you look so young, and beautiful."

Hattie quickly advised that in America it was offensive to use profanity in normal conversation and especially in the hearing of ladies.

"Well on that last point at least I've safe in present company."

"God," she said, "you are as rough as sandpaper."

He asked was saying 'God' in that context a profanity and that produced a deep blush but Hattie warned him to watch his disgusting talk. "You're lucky you are in the company of a liberal-minded person."

"How liberal -- for instance, do you do it on the first date?"

"Do what? Ohmigod, you are unbelievable; that is disgusting."

"True perhaps but it doesn't answer the question."

Hattie smirked, "You'll have to find out the answer yourself."

"Give me your hand." She handed it across nervously.

"Ah, that's good," he said, holding her left-hand.

"What, my life-line is long?"

"No you twit, that is read on the palm. I've observed you are not wearing significant rings."

"You are cruel; it's not my fault that I intimidate most men."

Vic sent her mind in a whirl, "If you must know my reason for checking is I don't seduce engaged or married women -- at least not knowingly."

"So that makes my mother safe?"

Vic's mouth stayed open in shock until he managed, "You're as upfront and dirty as me."

"No I'm not, I'm a lady."

"Yeah, and I'm President George Washington."

She went to cuff him but he moved unbelievably fast and caught her descending hand, pinned her against her chair and kissed her, deeply. As he drew away, releasing her, Hattie lay panting, her eyes dilated, thinking she was on a roller-coaster. She decided not to berate him, knowing it would be a lie. He was more man than any man she'd come up against, even Royce Collins. She opened her bag and refreshed her lipstick.

When she snapped her bag shut he said, "Sorry" and his expression didn't change when she eyed him blankly and said, "Whatever for?"

She was amazed he didn't grin or at the very least look triumphant. She sought to answer her curiosity: "Why must this bride you seek be rich?"

"I'm considering buying part of my parents' sheep ranch for just over US$1.8 million dollars and need to raise money to develop it; hopefully I'll raise half the capital by marrying a woman willing to go into the project as a joint venture."

"What if the wife is not interested in working with sheep?"

"Sheep and cattle actually. She would run the Friday to Monday guest ranch operation that already exists. There are eight luxury cabins, each capable of sleeping up to three couples. It's an adult only operation and we tend to attract mixed couples who share more than just a holiday."

"Wife swapping?"

"Some are either not married or arrive without their spouses. What goes on behind closed doors in not our business; they pay handsomely for luxury facilities, a range of interesting full-on activities and at nights once they leave the dining hall at the ranch house they remain undisturbed."

"Vic, it sounds lovely. I wish you success."

Vic looked at Hattie keenly. "Would you like to invest and operate the hospitality side of the business, borrowing from your father?"

"Sorry Vic -- the idea of holing out in some dump in some obscure country is not my idea of my future."

Vic persisted, "You wouldn't have to marry me -- you could be a 50-50 partner. I have had a DVD made to help sell the proposal."

"I don't think so Vic, I like Chicago too much to go anywhere else."

They arrived at the recently renamed and renovated Blue Atlantis Hotel just off Fifth Avenue to be treated like royalty because their limo was flying the hotel's VIP flag. They were taken straight to their impressive suite. The bellboy looked at Vic's tip in dismay.

"How much did you tip him?" Hattie asked.

"A buck -- that's good enough for anyone who's on a wage."

"On your bike Mister," Vic said to the unsmiling man, pointing to the door.

Vic explained, "In New Zealand we don't believe in tipping; I know I'm abroad so I do make concessions. But even when you tip you get lousy service, even on the QE2."

"How much did you tip on the liner?"

"My usual one buck."

Hattie cracked up and palming money to the departing bellboy whispered, "Warn everyone to be understanding because he's from New Zealand."

As soon as the bellboy left the doorbell went and a receptionist entered to sign them in. She asked Vic for his credit card.

"No-way Mrs Giles," he said.

"Here, take mine," Hattie sighed and gave the startled Mrs Giles a big smile saying, "He's from New Zealand."

"Oh, he's one of those," whispered the receptionist.

As she left, looking at Vic sympathetically, he walked around admiring the suite.

"You are the guest, choose which of the two bedrooms you want," Hattie said sweetly.

"Nah -- ladies first and you choose which side of the bed you want."

Hattie sat down heavily.

He looked concerned. "Are you okay?"

"I'm not sure."

"Stay right there -- I'll fetch you a reviver."

He arrived back with two whiskies.

"Vic, about the sleeping arrangements..."

He looked shocked. "What -- you don't want to sleep with me because I'm non-American?"

"No, of course not; I think you are very nice and being my third cousin is not an issue; the issue is I don't know you."

"Well that's not a problem -- it will be at least 9:00 tonight before I throw a leg over and play with your tits. By then we'll know each other like brother and sister."

"I've never done it with either of my two brothers or my sister," Hattie said primly and rolled about laughing when Vic looked at her thunderstruck and said he should think not.

"Look -- sleep together but no sex unless you pressure me."

"Can I trust myself?" Hattie asked vaguely and Vic said only she could answer that. 

"Just relax; I've slept with females before who were kin and there was no sex so it's not as if you're going to bed with a compulsive seducer. Do we have a deal?

She rolled her eyes, her heart beating faster, "Yes."

"Good, let's unpack and you change into appropriate clothes to roam about the city. That will give me a good chance to see your tits."

"Pardon me?"

"Stop playing games Hattie."

Hattie sighed; Victor Shadbolt was unstoppable.

* * * 

They walked arm-in-arm -- he'd seized her arm and his grip was so strong that she gave up trying to wrestle away. Hattie was surprised because she'd never had so many women glance her way looking coy, bemused or assuming a 'come on' expression. Then she twigged: "God, you are ogling their breasts."

"Just checking -- most are not within a bull's roar of your set; you are really something."

"Have you an incurable disease brought on from dreaming about masturbating over big-breasted women?"

"I don't think so but could you tell me how to become infected?"

She laughed and then silently berated herself for encouraging him to become even bolder. 

Actually it was every enjoyable. His naivety was refreshing and his head darted about like a bird landing in an acre of worms.

After an hour she pulled him into a Starbuck's' her shoes were okay but the tightness of her jeans around her crotch was killing her.

"Nah, not Starbuck's," he said pulling her from the doorway. "Let's go on until we find a place offering real coffee."

"What -- you know Starbuck's," she said, wondering if they had a branch in London.

"Yeah," he said looking at a Black American about 7ft tall. "Dad and mum go to one in Christchurch City which is less than ninety minutes' drive from their ranch."

"What, this place Christchurch has a Starbucks?"

"Yeah and other fast-food outfits based overseas. Did you think New Zealand was the first outpost beyond civilization -- you can fly into Christchurch on 747s."

"Really?"

"Yes, and watch locally owned channels and multi-channel satellite TV."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

They arrived back at their suite, tired and happy; Hattie had trouble letting his hand go. She called down and booked dinner.

"I'll off to shave," Vic said.

"Would you rather share a glass of wine and have a cuddle first; we have plenty of time."

Vic raced to the bar to fetch the drink. When he returned Hattie was removing her shirt. He handed her the wine and removed her bra gently.

"Lovely, but the impression was they were rather bigger."

"They ride rather high and I choose to pull them up a little higher.

Hattie gave him the glass and struggled out of her jeans.

Vic asked did she always wear pretty underwear sets like that and the reply was, yes she possessed nothing else. He drained the glass and stood up and kissed her. 

Hattie's eyes shot open as the first taste of wine trickled into her mouth. She closed her eyes with a sigh and went knocking with her lips and gained a bigger share of wine but when it the wine was all gone her tongue stayed, getting to know its new friend. After a while she broke away and lay on the bed, feet spread on the floor and pulled the crotch of her panties to one side. Vic dropped like a stone on to his knees.

"Oh yummy, bald except for this small triangle," he said, smacking his lips and making her close her eyes and arch her back while she held on to a beautiful smile as the tongue went exploring.

After a few minutes Vic stood up. Hattie put out her hands to be pulled up and unbuckled him and dug her hand over the top of his briefs and found he was completely bald.

"God, they are civilized in New Zealand." That comment really pleased him.

She hurriedly climbed on to the pillows and giggled with a hint of desperation as Vic slowly straddled her after delaying to kick off his jeans and discard his briefs. She began stuffing her mouth as down the other end his tongue returned to its earlier lodging place. Ten minutes later it was all over rover with two smiling people on the bed holding hands.

"What say we save the main act till we return from dinner? I'll have a quick shower and shave and go to the Summit Bar for a couple of beers and hopefully find some real New Yorkers to chat with."

"Yes, do that -- I'll set my bedside alarm to allow me to nap for half an hour. I'll come looking for you. What was your name?" she giggled.

The heavy clunk of the entrance door closing brought Hattie from her dozing. She picked up her phone as it began ringing.

"Hello darling -- thanks for the call from the passenger terminal to say you had secured Cousin Vic. How does he rate?"

"Top shelf actually daddy. He's tall, strong, rather handsome with fair hair and surprisingly light blue eyes and kisses beautifully."

"So you're at it already."

"Not quite. Now shut up and listen. You know you have often talked about investing in a big game operation in Africa but remained concerned about security and political unrest?"

"Yes, go on."

"Part of Vic's parents' farm is high country wilderness. He wants to buy 2500 acres and fence that land into blocks and stock it with captured wild deer -- trophy head stags. His father is interested in selectively breeding from captured wild hinds with outstanding domesticated stags and releasing them early back into Vic's heavily wooded blocks on what he called the foothills of the Southern Alps. Vic has to find four million American dollars to buy the cheap land and fence it and stock it as well as building five camps."

Hattie could hear her father's breathing becoming heavier. She crossed her fingers.

"Does he now and you're telling me this as you want to represent me in New Zealand as the silent partner."

"Gosh daddy, you are an amazing quick thinker. I also would require backing to lease the weekend accommodation from his parents, allowing them to ease back and play the role of country squire and his wife."


Hattie & Vic



Hattie waited.

"How much to shoot a stag?"

"He's thinking $10,000 a day or part day for a hunter and no-gun companion to occupy a block to shoot one stag per day and be accompanied by a guide carrying a back-up rifle. He's looking for English, German, Korean and American millionaire hunters. The fee includes air-freighting the mounted head back to the shooter."

"Just a moment darling."

Hattie could hear a calculator being tapped.

Daniel said, "Success would depend on the quality of heads, promotion and guest care. Theoretically it could be run at a handsome profit under excellent management. How many days to get to this place?"

"Fly in perhaps direct or via Auckland from anywhere in the world to Christchurch International Airport and from there Vic says it's a ninety minute road trip or well under half an hour by helicopter."

"Baby, let's get him on the first available flight and get out and investigate the proposal."

"Put the brakes on daddy; he's on vacation -- it will wait. We'll be home the day after tomorrow. Oh, he has a DVD with him that outlines the proposal in detail."

That comment made Daniel suspicious. "Why would he bring that when on vacation?"

"He told me he was hoping to find a wealthy woman to marry and be his partner."

"I see."

"He's very nice daddy."

Daniel said he'd make his own mind up about that when coming face-to-face with her lucky man.

"Lucky -- there's no sign of money for him yet daddy."

Her father said he didn't mean luck for that reason and chuckling terminated the call.

Hattie went to the shower having no idea where she was with her father on this one. He was a maverick when it came to business decision-making. There were few people around smarter than Daniel B. Monk who understandably was known as Chip but only the best of friends called him that to his face. If he went to New Zealand to look at this hair-brained scheme he might buy Christchurch Airport instead. It was ridiculous to say you catch deer running freely in mountainous country by tossing a net over them from a helicopter. Goodness, don't some men have over-active imaginations; it probably came from not having enough sex.

* * *

Vic enjoyed a couple of beers in the bar with its spectacular views over rooftops to the strip of the Hudson and beyond but the conversations were not what he expected. The bartender was Swiss and the first couple he greeted with Germans -- "We do not speak much English." Which was true. He was getting on great with the next couple but rather worried as the woman appeared to be coming on to him. That was sorted when the guy from Wales in Great Britain whispered in Vic's ear, "If you don't mind Yank could you back off a little; we're on our honeymoon." Vic slunk along the bar and talked to an older guy from Calgary, Canada; all he wanted to talk about was Montreal where his ex-wife now lived.

Hattie entered in a black gown with a thin silver belt, her fair hair tied up into a beehive to find Vic sitting alone and looking morose. She sent his blood racing as she looked sensational and with no bra her breasts were swaying like Savannah grass under an autumn breeze. His dick bounded to erection before he could say 'Jack Robinson you lucky guy'; in fact he would only have gotten to 'Jack Robinson you lu...' Yes it was one of those 'snap to attention' occasions.

He jumped to his feet, hoping she would see what she'd done to him; if she did she gave no sign of it until they kissed and she briefly, far too briefly, took the end half on the bulge into her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"A drink?" he quavered.

She looked around and said "They are all foreigners, let's go to the restaurant." He looked around and they all looked like White Americans to him, even the Germans.

As the maitre d' left them at their window table ("Ma'am please give me regards to your father Mr Monk") Hattie sighed as she looked around at the almost fill restaurant: "They are all foreigners except that couple over there against the wall -- they are from Chicago."

Vic laughed derisively. "I was prepared to go along with the foreigner bit but how on earth could you tell that couple were from Chicago which has two million people?"

"Almost three million. The woman in the yellow dress is Mrs Hamilton, one of mom's amateur drama group friends."

"Oh, um, well spotted."

As they began their mains Hattie said, "What I said about those people in the bar and here in the restaurant and the woman in yellow was all bullshit; I really have no idea but I could be eighty percent accurate."

"Then why deceived me?"

"I had to think of a diversion -- the sight of you standing to greet me tenting your trousers sent me into orbit; all I could think about was sex."

Vic said, "Join the club". They laughed; she kicked off a shoe and placed a foot across his knees.

They kissed hungrily in the elevator and along the hall; as Vic was pushing the card into the door lock she was humping his leg, half out of control.

"Oh Royce," she cried as they entered the room. Sorry but I'm not going to last long; I'm so hot."

"I'm Vic," he said dryly."

"Oh Vic, I'm so sorry. Royce was my last boyfriend, my ex-boyfriend, who's in the army. He dropped me for a date who could enhance his military career -- her father is his colonel."

"That's fine; I understand."

"Oh Vic -- let me take off my new dress. It's rather fragile."

While she took off her dress he pulled down her panties and grinned as she was wearing black stocking with great tops and as the dress disappeared he saw the cute lacy garter belt. He licked the nearest thigh above the stocking top.

"Vic! Vic -- I told you I won't last -- I'm on the edge of boiling over."

Hattie folded the dress over the chair and skidded back on her knees as she reached him; he'd already thrown off his clothes. She clamped a hand around the lower end and began pumping, licking the helmet with exquisite softness until he was in such a stir that he grabbed her hair in two fists and whooped as she was forced to take him into her mouth all the way to avoid having his dick squashed against her nose as he pulled her against him. When he felt close he pulled her sideways to the wall; she grabbed the base of the wall light as he lifted her outer leg up and outwards and slowly pushed into a very swollen pussy. There was no naked tit to bite so he bit at the bra -- she squealed and then began pumping back at him, gurgling at the back of her throat as she ejaculated. It was a short, powerful fuck but long enough to bring them into a sweat.

Hattie collapsed against him, panting. He withdrew his fully primed dick and carried her to the sofa, leaning her over the back while on her knees. He slid into her slippery, dripping canal and wondered how long he would last when that was answered for him.

"Fuck my ass," she murmured sleepily.

Pow! Vic emptied himself into her pussy in three blasts. Resting briefly he carried her to the toilet and then to bed.

They woke mid-morning and called room service for breakfast. While they waited they played around but agreed to only play and wait to have a slow, satisfying fuck that evening.

"What do you want to do today?" she asked and he replied to go to have a look at Atlantic City and come back and go somewhere to dine and dance.

"There's such a place under this hotel," she said. "I read about it on the poster in the elevator last night when your hands were all over me.'

They had a lovely time at Atlantic City, going to an afternoon show at one of the casinos and then having a steak sandwich before going to a casino just off the boardwalk. Vic couldn't believe Hattie had it right when she claimed that casino had more than three and a half thousand gaming machines -- but as they entered that's what the big sign claimed. She bought a hundred bucks of chips and played machines and when she cashed up to move on her excitement was confirmed -- she was paid out $310.

"It's the first time I've ever come out of a casino with more money than when I went in," she fussed, smothering Vic's face with kisses. "You are so lucky for me."

Out on the street they had they vague look of a couple with nowhere to go. He suggested she go shopping for an hour while he went and played poker. They agreed to meet back where they were standing. 

Hattie had been waiting fifteen minutes when he arrived.

"Sorry, was having a good run in the poker room so stayed but you'll benefit. I'd decided to spend any winnings on you so let's find a jewelry store."

They found one but he pulled her onwards saying it was crap stuff from Asia.

"Are you sure?" Hattie asked nervously as they walked into store under the scrutiny of an armed guard. They looked at some cabinets until Hattie could no longer contain herself: "How much do I have to spend?'

He grinned and pulled out a wad of notes folded and contained by a rubber band.

"How much?" she boggled. 

She counted it and cried, "Ohmigod -- two thousand, three hundred and thirty dollars."

"Yes, management was beginning to look uneasy and I had two of the revolving ceiling security systems stop and focus on me. It was like taking money from kids."

"You should go back -- we can even stay the night here."

"Nah -- it's boring compared with paying poker with dad and his two mates."

"How much do you bet in those games at home?"

"It's one cent poker and the maximum anyone can bet on one hand is twenty cents."

Hattie said sarcastically, "Oh, big time." 

He replied they thought so; she could see he was serious.

"You spend half of this to buy something for you."

He told her firmly, "Nah -- it's yours" and she told him she didn't know what to buy. He said buy an engagement ring.

"What?"

"If you don't know how to treat yourself buy something useful. Since you're not working I've been thinking of asking you to come home with me and have a look around our country especially the more scenic South Island where we are. If you agree and are wearing an engagement ring mum will back down and allow you to sleep with me. Her rule is unless you're married or are engaged to be married two people of either sex or even both the same sex don't sleep together in HER home."

"But wearing the ring for that purpose would be deceitful."

"Do I look worried; it's a stupid old-fashion rule and anyway the family trust owns the farm and all amenities and dad couldn't care a hoot who sleeps with whom in the family trust home -- in fact once he gets a look at you he'll be wishing he was sleeping with you."

"Vic!"

He grinned and she smilingly stamped her foot. "You are so exasperating."

Vic said he would go across the road to a bar. She would find him over there after she'd bought an engagement ring. His advice was to buy one that didn't look like an engagement ring to American women but would to New Zealand women.

Although that left Hattie looking confused, she said she'd put him straight on two things: She was not going to New Zealand with him and she was not buying an engagement ring.

He laughed and said, "Bullshit" and left.

Watching him cross the busy street Hattie though he really was such a cool guy; just look at him, a farm boy from a remote part of inland New Zealand walking across one of the busiest streets in America as if he was born in New York. Her understanding was most tourists arriving in New York for the first time were half scared to death and lost themselves for the first time within twenty minutes of going on a walk. This guy was moving about with more confidence than she had and had come out of a casino in less than seventy-five minutes with an extra twenty-three hundred dollars in his pocket. So she went off and bought an engagement ring and began working out what to pack for New Zealand because she figured he knew what he was doing and she loved going on adventures though never before had they been on this scale.

Hattie attempted to enter the bar casually but as soon as Vic spotted her in the bar mirror he ordered her a Martini and turned on his stool to watch her triumphant march. She could call it whatever she wished but he knew she'd brought herself an engagement ring that might be mistaken for an eternity ring.

"Hi, have a lovely time?"

"Absolutely enchanting," she said, kissing him sweetly on the lips. "You are such a good boy."

She held out left-hand ring finger.

"Wow -- it looks expensive."

"Not particularly but I added almost fifteen hundred dollars. They are Asscher-cut diamonds totaling three carets set all round the platinum ring."

He kissed the ring finger and felt her tremble.

"We're not engaged, are we?" she asked sipping her drink.

"No, not at the moment."

"At the moment?"

The situation could change at any point I guess if we both decided to make such a change. Time will tell.

Hattie was never one to sit back. "Are we compatible enough?"

"I would think so, but we need to find if we like each other enough and are willing to realign our lives."

"That makes sense," she said, downing the rest of her drink and adding, "Come on, let's go back to the hotel and have that glorious fuck we both want and then later act it up at a night club." 

Hattie straddled Vic's chest, gently rocking her pussy against his tongue as she waited for him to recover. They'd had such a long fuck in the shower, her lifting her up against the wall, arms under both her thighs as they kissed as he slid in and out slowly making no attempt to build up momentum until they both agreed they were almost water-logged (there were also twelve side jets). They accelerated and heaved into a mutually satisfying eye-popping release. She was now drawing him into round two.

Going almost cross-eyed watching the small clit at the top of her glistening cunt which he had spread, his tongue momentarily having a wee rest, Vic wondered why some men couldn't bear licking pussy and concluded perhaps they should find a sweeter smelling one. Obviously he had the right tolerance for it as he'd sucked out a few stronger ones in his time. He pulled back a little to see what Hattie was doing and found her looking down at him over her swollen tits.

"Are you ready?" she murmured, blue eyes huge.

She rolled off him and licked the erection that was only a little over half-mast. She pulled a breast over the helmet and pushed its tip at its nipple. "Much better,' she cooed, knowing he'd be watching this. She then pulled her ring finger up its length, knowing the diamond setting would feel slightly abrasive and as she reached the underside near the tip the penis thickened in her hand.

"You're ready," she giggled, slipping beside him on the pillows and as he moved off she opened her legs, indicating missionary was okay for her. He kissed her belly, rolled his tongue tip around her navel and that had the nipples in her fingers stiffening. Vic came back up between her legs and kissing deeply, their tongues entwining, raised his hips allowing her to steer as he pushed forward into her ultra wet hole.

Hattie closed her eyes and sighed, gaining the impressing his penis was sliding through a mass of butterflies whose wings were triggering an array of delectable senses along the walls of her pussy. She sighed and muttered heavenly and heard his say "Me too."

Vic began long, slow thrusts and they were long enough for her to feel comfortable -- he'd said he was just short of seven inches, which was pleasing. That fool Royce Collins claimed nine inches and had always given her the impression he was trying to bang right up to her cervix and even enter it.

The fool? Now that was a strange word for the guy only a few days ago she'd been renewing her efforts to snare him in marriage. What was going on here -- he'd dumped her for a socially advantageous date with horse-faced Gwendolyn James. Hattie had known it would be only a one-off date because Gwendolyn's tits were only the size of tea-cups and she knew Royce like Vic was a 'tit man'. It was stupid men being so fascinated with big tits that later in life left such 'lucky' women looking like cows; surely they'd be wiser to go for a tight, compact ass that probably would stay that way through life? Well, men only lived for the moment, didn't they? 

Hey -- is this a one-person fuck? She began contributing to the action. Hattie reached for her clit and wrapped her legs around the top of Vic's butt, doing her best to pull him on his forward stroke to maximize penetration. He stepped up tempo and they both began heating up and breathing faster. A little later she dropped her legs and pulled him a little sideways to his left and then to the right to burrow her legs through under his legs. Gawd his taunt tummy was hard as a rock against her hand, trapping it but the shape between them allowing her to keep a finger massaging around her clit. She was ready -- time to get him off. She squeezed her thighs and her cunt muscles and he began gasping as she attempted to pull the dark purple head off that fat cock. He threw back his head, she stabbed across her clit and though both began bellowing into a near-perfectly timed mutual ejaculation, sweat and juices mixing as they lusted into a delightful crescendo.

"God, you can fuck," he panted in awe. Hattie's eyes rolled up and she had another orgasm, acting as if she's just been awarded a presidential medal.

They slept for four hours and then went clubbing, having a great time and arriving back at the suite attempted to cap the night with a rousing fuck but both were too drunk to complete and fell asleep still connected.

* * *

Hattie's mother met them at the airport. Kitty's eyes bulged when she caught the flash of the ring on her daughter's left hand.

"What's this?" she asked, ignoring Vic.

"At this stage it's an eternity ring."

"At this stage? What does that mean?"

"I really don't know mom -- tell her Vic."

"Oh hello Vic -- please excuse me for being so rude. Welcome to Chicago."

"Thank you Mrs Monk."

Pleased that Vic wasn't scrawny like his unsociable mother she told him to call her Kitty. "What does Hattie mean?"

"I won a pile of money at the casino and gave it to Hattie for being such a good hostess including in...um...in the hotel."

"I see, so you two are obviously more than friends?"

"Well your daughter is so damn attractive Kitty -- can you blame me?"

A little taken aback Kitty managed a slight smile and said, "What can I say?"

"Oh thanks mom -- he's so lovely and exciting with me."

Kitty looked at the floor as if waiting to be swallowed. When that didn't happen she recovered and said she supposed they would want to share a room.

"Yes thank you Kitty -- twin beds will be fine if you have a problem with that."

She smiled and said she thought she was going to like Vic; he had a lovely sense of humor and timing. Taking each of them in a hooked arm she led them to the parking lot and squeezed Vic's arm when the visitor said he could see from where Hattie's sweetness was inherited.

The Monk mansion was beyond the urban fringe of Chicago set amid twelve acres of parkland, a huge lake and an indoor and outdoor swimming pool and an indoor tennis court and outdoor court. 

As soon as she deposited the young couple into the number one guest suite with its four-poster bed Kitty went to her office and called husband Daniel.

"Well, what's he like?"

Kitty licked her lips, "Fair hair, six-four, broad shoulders and has the natural charm of a seducer of women which he is doing to your daughter. I'm hopelessly in love with him already Dan -- he's seems to know what I'm thinking and how to reply. He's smart too, allowing me as soon as we met to come to the conclusion that they were doing it."

"How on earth could he do that?"

"By hinting at it darling -- he has a degree of sensitivity unknown to you. He also appears intelligent; my impression is he has a good business brain. What results do you have?"




Hattie & Vic



"My team is still trying to find out if capturing deer by helicopter is still permissible; it's still permissible for the purposes of animal control to shoot deer from helicopters."

"What, kill them in cold blood?"

Daniel laughed and said was there another way. "There are so many of them in parts of New Zealand, especially red deer, they are regarded a pest -- a noxious animal. But the team has come up with enough evidence to convince me the costs of capturing enough deer with trophy heads and to maintain good levels in the shooting blocks will be very expensive with a high mortality rate and the operational costs would be very high. We'll talk more tonight -- bye darling."

Kitty called Daniel's chief of staff and asked him to call her back on a public phone. He did so an hour later.

"What's up babe?"

"Darling, now it seems the New Zealand hunting venture is all but sunk, I need a little business operation to keep the New Zealander here until Hattie is finished with him."

"What, are they fucking already?"

"I would imagine like rabbits. I need some big cooperation from you -- I've sucked you off enough times and introduced you to some of my friends I know are in groupies to be entitled to expect such a reward from you."

Kevin laughed his fruity laugh and said she certainly had increased the quality of his social life enormously. I'm currently fucking four of your friends and their husbands."

"Well done. Within our corporation do we have an ailing business that ought to be shoveled off?"

"Let me think -- yes, there are two. One manufacturers heating towel rails for bathrooms and stainless steel steps for swimming pools and hand rails for toilets, bathrooms and spas and the other manufacturers shaving foam and gels and deodorants for males."

"Ah, the last one -- tell me about it?"

"If memory serves me it has a book value of just under five million. It's not a big operation although has plenty of potential for expansion which is why we purchased it but regrettably we kept the existing president who is a sub-performer; his contract runs out in about six months. We'll either fire him then or attempt to sell him the business."

"Really? Could you persuade the corporation to sell the business to me and I would then install the New Zealander as assistant operations manager to learn the business. I'll make him president when I fire the existing one."

"It's an expiring business."

"Oh good -- when it goes belly up I'll have a substantial tax loss to write off against income."

"You best speak to your financial advisers." 

"I will and if they advise me to proceed I'll be asking you to recommend that company is sold to me for two million cash as a going concerned. Right."

"No sweat, but I can't see the full board approving that."

"Well I'm the notional chairman darling and I sleep with the corporation's president, so I rather fancy my chances. The directors are aware the corporation was founded by my late daddy and it's controlling interest came to me as my inheritance."

"I shall do everything within my powers to appease you, Mrs Soft Lips."

Kitty smiled as she tossed down her phone. The slimy toad was amusing and she'd curried favor with him because at times some insight on her husband's activities was useful. The first real test of Kevin's usefulness came when she sought a copy of a very confidential transaction involving a foreign power and she was worried that it might have breach US Government regulation. It hadn't but the price of getting that confirmation was to sucking the man's dick. She would have vomited at the suggestion except he had the manners of a gentleman, dressed and groomed immaculately so she swallowed her pride and his dick; Kitty had found it long, thin and velvety -- quite the most exquisite she'd ever blown. She'd rather looked forward to the few other occasions.

Kevin called her an hour later. "I handed Daniel my recommendation; he looked at it said good idea. He grizzled why should you be discussing the proposal with me instead of him and I said you needed to sound me out on the idea before he was involved and I said I thought it was a brilliant way to reduce your tax load. He thanked me for looking after you. I guess that means you owe me one."

"I do, thank you Kevin -- we'll talk soon."

Daniel came home early. This was becoming a habit -- perhaps he was loosing his libido? She kissed him and once again couldn't smell another woman's perfume.

"Great move of yours moving to buy that loss-making outfit. You could have raised it with me."

"I didn't want you to rubbish the idea -- by approaching Kevin I knew he'd pull in information and opinions before drafting a recommendation to put to you."

"You are so clever -- you should be running the corporation."

"Yes, I've often wondered about that but discarded the idea as it would involve too much sitting on my ass at meetings and being nice to people I had no interest in. Besides there is no way you'd draw such a handsome salary and perks without me having put you in that job."

"Bitch," he grinned and turned to take his whisky from Carol the housekeeper's assistant. "Where are they?"

"I can hear them coming," Kitty said sipping her Martini after asking Carol to wait and take further drink orders.

Hattie came skipping in and launched herself at her father crying a throat-choking greeting.

"Hi baby, you are glowing," he said.

"Hi Carol -- a dark beer and a Martini please."

Kitty watched amused as her husband sized up his daughter's new lover and knew what would happen. There was a gym for executives at the corporate head office and Dan was a regular midday attendee. He fancied his upper body strength but she suspected he'd forgotten the visitor was a farm boy.

She waited expectantly, tightening her ass muscles involuntarily as this was the meeting of the old bull and the young bull, whether or not they knew it.

"Daddy, this is Cousin Vic -- just call him Daniel Vic; mom may even allow you to call him Dan."

"Welcome to the Monks' hideout Vic."

"Thank you sir," Vic said as their palms slapped together. 

Kitty knew Dan would have loved been called sir. She pressed her thighs together as she saw the look on Dan's face when his victim didn't appear to be under duress and she almost dampened her pants in the thrill of knowing that either Vic's grip was only as strong as Dan's or else he had the nous not to indicate he had power in reserve -- in that case it would be a brilliant tactic because if Dan became aware he was out-classed he would sulk and even be nasty over dinner.

"Nice grip," Dan smiled carefully.

"You almost had me there Chip."

The release came and Kitty felt the flush spread up her body. Christ that boy was on dangerous ground but to her astonishment Dan slapped him on the back and laughed, saying his daughter had been talking out of turn.

"I didn't invite him to call you Chip daddy, honestly."

Dan looked at Hattie sternly: "Stand by your man, baby -- don't drop him into it."

"Of course not; I'm sorry Vic."

Daniel excused himself and returned wearing glasses and carrying a dossier.

"Vic, the other evening Hattie told me of your plan to develop a hunting safari operation at the top of your parents' ranch in mountainous country and for me and Kitty to invest up to $4 million in the project, placing Hattie in charge of overseeing our investment. To tell you the truth, the idea rather excited me so I thought of going there and taking a look. But first I asked my guys to make a quick appraisal of the proposal."

"That was enterprising of you," Vic said. "I have a DVD of it which perhaps we could look at after dinner."

Daniel said of course but first he had to say that the preliminary appraisal appointed to it as a no-no investment because there were too many negatives that suggested the proposal had not been adequately researched or even researched.

"That's disappointing," Vic said. "It's true that dad and I have simply discussed this at length and come to a number of conclusions which have yet to be fully appraised."

Daniel said the main concern against investment were huge tracts of the South Island of public land were open to private shooters. Another point was private hunting estates up to 7000 acres already existed in the area, admittedly not as close to the international airport as the Shadbolt proposed site but it did bring the question of whether yet another private game park would be sustainable and whether charging $10,000 a day per gun was a tenable proposition.

"We also found there is some doubt about whether catching deer such as Tahr, chamois and red deer on public land by firing nets from helicopter was still permissible. Also the setting up a new multi-million venture was under the uncertainty of existing legislation empowering authorities to prohibit the containment or even the existence of all deer or any species of deer."

He shook his head. "All in all those are pretty persuasive factors to not to invest a single buck in that venture. I'll give you a copy of this preliminary assessment Vic to discuss with your father; I do emphasis it's a preliminary report with no on-ground investigations and discussions with the authorities but personally with such a high-fee hunting operation as proposed in such a small area where plenty of competition exists I will not be persuaded to recommend investment. Sorry."

Vic also shook his head. "I have always said it was a proposal -- actually nothing more than a concept devised over some beers and written down on the back of an envelope. You now have my head screaming to drop the idea and do something else."

Kitty took her third Martini from Carol. "Would you consider working for me Vic -- I was alarmed about the possibility of Hattie disappearing from America to accompany you to New Zealand other than a short-term visit."

"Mom! There is nothing decided and now comes daddy's bombshell."

"Yes. Well this comes at an opportune moment. I am buying an ailing unit from the corporation, subject to board decision. It has a weak boss. It was my intention to replace him immediately but I'm now wondering if Vic would work for that company in the new position of deputy operations manager with a view of taking over the company after he has been blooded in. It requires somebody with ideas, a willingness to push boundaries and the ability to lead from the front -- attributes which Vic appears to have. Proposing to develop a hunting estate suggests he doesn't want to continue in general farming."

Vic still smarting at being found to have been lacking in preparation before floating a proposal, said, "It appears to be a wacky offer but you're forgetting I'm not permitted to work in America."

"Vic, I'll talk to my lawyers," Daniel said. "There are ways of gaining residency for business reasons and we may have to have you enter the country again with seeding finance of say a couple of million to bring this company back into profitability. Kitty is buying it for tax write off purposes but it's still possible for a company to make a good profit and yet make a loss for its principle investors because of the need to plow money back into the enterprise for expansion. It will also help that your father was born in America."

"Kansas actually and although he has New Zealand permanent residency he remains a citizen of the United States."

"Well there you go."

Vic asked what did the company produce and was told men's shaving creams and gels. It was called Man's World International and had 315 people on the payroll on a large site with room for expansion."

"Never heard of the product," Vic said looking unimpressed.

"Mom -- would there be money for research and development and building new plant and expanding the distribution network?"

"Yes Hattie if you and Vic and your team came up with a scheme that indicated more than promising potential."

Hattie looked at her mother and then Vic. "Am I in this with you if it goes ahead?"

Kitty: "Vic?"

Vic: "Well, if it checks out and I proceed it would seem so. This could work out; my dad wants to invest back in America."

Hattie became very animated. "Well mom, a month a go I read and article in a Paris beauty magazine that the next big thing in cosmetic will be men's cosmetics. The writer quoted influential marketers who were in agreement saying the market had existed for centuries in a very tiny way but in recent years the world's cosmetic houses had spent millions on promoting male cosmetics and at last the break-through appeared imminent as racing car drivers, film stars and high profile personalities were now openly appearing wearing cosmetics. The article some of those males who said they liked the enhanced look those hombre products gave them."

Kitty (prissily): "I don't think lip coloring is a hombre product."

Laughing, Hattie said it was if it were called Fire Engine Red or Hunting Red.

They went to dinner with Kitty saying she would call the company president in the morning and try to arrange a tour of the enterprise for the three of them that afternoon. "As group chairman I don't have to give reasons for my visits beyond an explanatory 'I'm interested' but asking to be invited should ensure full cooperation."

Daniel grunted, "If I were you guys I wouldn't mention anything about male cosmetics beyond these four walls."

* * *

In bed Daniel said to Kitty the factory revival bid seemed to be a lost cause. "It will only drain money from your billfold. You are dealing with a farm boy who knows nothing about business and a daughter who's nothing but a social butterfly."

"You are entitled to your opinion," Kitty snapped. "You seem to have forgotten your daughter's degree is in marketing and she is a fashion and beauty addict. The so-called farm boy has been managing the family farm that is a trust for the past six years, under his father's guiding hand. Hattie says he's well beyond his apprenticeship and his father is ready to hand over."

"Huh, a two-bit farm operation in New Zealand can't be compared with a Chicago-based business doing overseas trade."

"For your information the New Zealand operation's business is almost totally for overseas trade and from what Vic indicated to me its turnover is greater than our toiletries plant."

"Huh? Well we had a good night; Hattie seems happy and she is really switched on to Vic. I haven't seen her so stable for zonks. Anyway, to sex -- open up." Daniel grabbed a breast and squeezed roughly.

"Oh, you're hurting me."

"If you don't want sex why don't you say so," Daniel growled, flopping away from Kitty.

Hattie and Vic finished a rollicking sixty-nine. She snaked back to him and under the soft lighting dribbled the sperm in her mouth into his and he rolled over and dribbled it back into hers for her to swallow.

Smacking her lips Hattie said they were becoming very skilled that exchange.

"I was revolted at first," Vic confessed, "but now it has become almost a ritual and as it's something I've never done with anyone else I regard it as something very special between us."

"I loved hearing you saying that," Hattie said sweetly. "What do you really think about mom's hair-brain scheme?"

"Is this where I get my nuts bitten out if I say the wrong thing?"

"Not at all; you are a free agent and I don't want to you to go under financially in America; you must assess the risks."

Vic said the first thing was to find out if her mom would become the new owner.

"I kissed dad goodnight while he was brushing his teeth and asked him. He took half a minute to finish and spit out. He then said the deal was assured as the executive directors on the board would all be in favor as the unit was not a good corporation fit. Oh, he said you seem a rather nice guy but was disappointed you don't play golf."

"He didn't ask me about tennis."

"You should have told him."

"Why?"

"He wants to go head-to-head with you on something to see if you're up to being allowed to fuck his daughter."

"No!"

"Oh yes. Daddy can be rather basic."

"Well drop the hint that I played tennis at competitive level all my teenage years and at university where I took an agriculture degree I played at New Zealand representative level in multi-university tournaments. Tell him I'll beat the crap out of him?"

"Oh goodie; as you are fucking his daughter he'll be proud to be humiliated by you providing the only spectators are family. I'll drop the word."

Vic was pleased about that and said her mom should go to New York, Paris and perhaps Italy and gain some impressions about male cosmetics and talk to people about their potential. Can you locate that article that put you on to it?"

"Yes, it's one of mom's subscription magazines -- she gets so many she really only scans the pictures and drawings. I'll look tomorrow. I'll suggest she take you on that tour."

"Well, there's no rush. Let her purchase the company first and then examine where I could fit in and allow me to talk to the president. He may feel neglected by the corporation so has become fat and lazy but he must have had something to land that job unless he was a relative of the previous owner. As for going to Europe alone with your mom, you'd have to come alone -- I have the impression she feels sexually neglected."

Hattie giggled and said Vic knew his women; her mother had often complained about her father dragging the chain. "But a threesome with mom -- I must admit I've thought about it."

"You have a filthy mind," Vic yawned. "Come on, mount me and fuck me to sleep."

"I'm here to obey your commands my lord," Hattie yawned, climbing on top.

Vic yawned again and said he must call his dad tomorrow and deliver the bad news.

Chapter 2

Seven days later Hattie and Vic were met at Christchurch airport by his parents and his sister Adele, a psychologist in the Government's primary school network. His absent brother Tony was a helicopter pilot working in the far south of the country.

Hattie was pleased to see the homecoming son being greeted so warmly by his family and although she was wary, his mother appeared much nicer than her own mother had indicated. Sister Adele was a honey and stood beside her and for a moment rubbed Hattie's upper arm with obvious affection and said the poor darling must be exhausted after such a long flight (22 hours via San Francisco and Auckland).

"Mommy upgraded us to business class."

"Wow, that's the mommy to have, " Adele said brightly. "If you wish I'll come to the farm for you on Thursday afternoon and take you shopping here; then at night we'll attend a hen's party for a girlfriend who marries on Saturday. It's part of Kiwi culture that most visitors never see."

"Kiwi?"

"It's what we call ourselves and are known by it around the world. The now rather rare flightless kiwi is our national bird."

"How fascinating. Vic never told me that."

Adele laughed and said there would be a lot of things Vic wouldn't have told her because he was a bit like that. "I bet he hasn't told you he and Tony are feuding because our younger brother has changed his mind and wants to come home and share working the farm. You are Vic are sleeping together I guess -- he seemed to be pulling you along like a trophy when he entered here."

"Yes."

"Is he any good?"

"Adele!" 

Adele laughed as said she knew psychologists were supposed to wear thick glasses and perpetually look serious. "I refuse to adopt the look and anyway I haven't been brainwashed into perpetual gloom because I deal with children exclusively and usually children can be unraveled. Has he told you about Amanda?"

"Amanda?"

"Oh-oh. She lives two miles from our homestead and she and Vic were sweethearts right through school but at university my yahoo brother became initiated into real sex and home on his first break tried Amanda and apparently found her less than exciting so bye-bye Amanda only she wouldn't hear of it. She believed he'd come around when he returned to the farm and mum agreed with her and they did date occasionally but I emphasis occasionally. But then I began bringing girlfriends home with me and most of them went cuckoo over him and off he was again chasing pussy."




Hattie & Vic



"What was that dear?" asked her mother only half-listening to the men talking.

"I was telling Hattie we have three cats at the farm and old Jellybean is my favorite pussy."

"What's that?" Vic asked.

Miriam said Adele was telling Hattie about the cats at the farm.

"Oh," Vic said, immediately losing interest.

"Come on -- let's be taking these weary travelers home," Miriam said. "You'll see Adele later in the week as she has something planned for you. She's taking Hattie to a hen party."

"I haven't said..." Hattie began. 

"What, that bunch of lesbians."

Adele snorted. "Just because you can no longer get into their pants because they all are either safely married or with steady boyfriends like me you no need to lump them with that name used in such a derogatory manner."

"Into their pants?" Miriam asked, looking bewildered.

"It's just a -- a -- psychological phrase mum meaning a guy who smokes dope."

"You smoke marijuana with Adele's girlfriends?"

"Nothing to worry about mom; Adele took a liking to it for a time and introduced her girlfriends and me to it," Vic said reassuring and patting his mother's shoulders.

Adele looked livid and then her father said: "Smoking pot in the hayshed? I thought you guys were over there screwing," Bert said looking worried. "We could have been caught with our trousers down if that hay store went up in smoke."

"Screwing, doesn't that mean..."

"Keep calm mom," Adele soothed, glaring at Vic. "It was just part of growing up -- a little different than in your days I would think."

"Yes dear, but you two seemed to have turned out okay. Did you two, um, screw?"

Vic grinned. "Mom, give me a break. You always recognized I had taste."

Adele spat: "That tiny dick of your has never been within a foot of my...er. Just you wait -- Amanda Murray asked if she could come to meet you but mom told her you were bringing home your American lover and Adele went off screaming. Her mother and the rest of the family will be waiting for your guys at the crossroads with shotguns."

Bert sighed. "Come on, let's get you two home. If the Murray's are waiting for us with baseball bats at the crossroads could you two get out of my new car -- I would hate to have the panel work damaged."

"Dad, stop it, you're giving Hattie the shits."

Miriam scolded: "Vic please, just look at how white the girl has gone. And please don't use that language in front of ladies."

Looking alarmed, Hattie asked, "I-I was w-wondering if they really would use shotguns?"

Adele hugged her and said everything was okay. "My family is such a bunch of teasers -- the modern word for it is tossers. We were the last in the district to get reasonable TV reception when we were at school and none of us were musical so it was cards and the word game Scrabble and teasing for entertainment at evenings and weekends."

Just over an hour later Vic who had the best eyesight looked ahead of the straight road as they were quickly gaining elevation towards the foothills.

"Looks like something black in the middle of the crossroads."

The motor of the car roared as Bert rammed his foot down.

"Oh God," Hattie sighed and Miriam sitting beside her reached for her hand and said we'll crash through the roadblock darling."

Vic squinted. "It is Eddie's 4-seater pickup and there's Eddie, Violet, Amanda and Tom lined up waving us to stop."

"Don't stop," Hattie yelled.

"There's room to skirt around the side." Miriam said grimly.

"They're smiling," Bert said, braking the vehicle.

"Yeah and wearing big smiles," Vic said. "It's a welcoming party to you Hattie -- Eddie is holding up two bottles of bubbly, Vi has a basket of glasses, Amanda has a bunch of flowers and Tom has something -- oh yeah, muffins. I suppose it is to be expected -- the Murray's are our best neighbors."

"You tossers -- you had me wetting myself," Hattie shrieked. The car rocked as everyone including Hattie wiping her eyes rolled around laughing.

Miriam said it was mainly a send-up based on the one element of truth -- Amanda had really lost it when told that a very good friend, a beautiful American girl, would accompany Vic.

"God, you guys really had me going," Hattie confessed, touching up her lips.

"Well, I knew you were gullible sweetheart," Miriam said, 'otherwise how else would have our smooth-talking son roped you?"

Yes, thought Hattie. Just why was she in New Zealand? What a poor gullible sucker. On the other hand she'd escaped picking up a foreign STD from Lieutenant Royce Collins and was not suffering like the bland Gwendolyn James waddling around with a sore asshole. She felt much better.

The eyes of the father of rather flat-chest Amanda almost popped out when Hattie stepped out of the car and even the skinny mother looked rather in awe -- Hattie's height also helped as she stood six-one without heels. Amanda, a little red-rimmed around the eyes seemed quite friendly and went to shake hands but Hattie continued on through and hugged her, saying she was delighted to meet Vic's dearest girlfriend.

"He told you that?"

"Yes," Hattie lied.

In the hug Amanda felt the ring and whispered, "Are you two engaged?"

"No, it's only to fool the mother so I can sleep with him."

Pulling back and giggling at Hattie, Amanda said she was really going to like having Hattie staying with the Shadbolts.

After a convivial half-hour the families parted until 1:00 next day for an Angus steak barbecue (cook out) beside the tennis court.

On entering the ranch house, Miriam blocked the way to the bedrooms. "Please let me see that ring Hattie."

Miriam looked at it closely, undecided. "Is this an engagement ring?"

"What do you think mum?"

"I think the wool is being pulled over my eyes."

"I'm prepared to abide by your judgment Miriam -- we have been sleeping together from the first day we met. As you say, I am very gullible."

"In that case over to the sleep-out Vic -- I don't want to be kept awake all night by you two acting like deer in the rutting season."

"Thank you mom," Hattie said kissing her. "I do like to scream."

A little later the two men went off to talk about the future and linked in son Tony by phone. Hattie slept and Vic woke her for dinner he was smiling. "It's all sorted -- everything bar bringing our lawyer in for documentation. Tony is buying part of my share in the family trust for $800,000 in New Zealand dollars as he's been making a mint flying charters in the deep south. He makes another reduction in my share in six months from now which will give me just over $1 million in US dollars. Dad wants me back in the States to invest some of this money. He's very dickey about investing in men's cosmetics -- it's not so much the risk but what he calls investing in poufs, which is his word for homosexuals. I pointed out the leading sports guys who are now only wearing cosmetics and he's sure they're not poufs, though I can't work out how he knows that, so he's not so much against it. He's thinking about it and I'm sure mom will swing him."

"I'm pleased for you and this makes me so happy. We won't be spending a dollar until we have the results of a feasibility study. Mom told me she'd pay for that using dad's chief of staff to have it done on the cheap -- she seems to have some sort of hold on Kevin."

"Do you think they are doing it?"

"What mom with Kevin; I wouldn't think so. I suspect he's gay."

"What if he's bi-sexual?"

Hattie considered that and laughed. "Perhaps he has a lovely dick."

"Sounds to me it's some sort of sexual tie if she seems to have some sort of hold on him -- it would be a great way of keeping tabs on your dad but hey, who am I to speculated; I'm only a Kiwi."

Hattie said certainly not a dumb Kiwi. Now that he'd mentioned it she realized that Kevin did call her mother rather a lot and at times sounded rather nervous if Hattie answered the call.

"Just ignore it darling -- if your mom is not getting enough sex at home she'll get it somewhere else if she's red-blooded American as I know she is."

"God, you men think women are so basic."

"Well, aren't they?"

Suddenly Hattie was on to Vic. "You just called me darling in normal conversation."

"Oh did I? How basic."

"I'll basic you, Hattie said, jumping off the bed and chasing him around the room yelling obscenities.

Miriam preparing the dinner said to Bert: "God, listen to those two rutting and it's still daylight."

"Remember when we used to do it at a drop of a hat?"

Miriam pulled the kitchen curtains across the windows looking towards the sleep-out and leaning against the bench pulled up her skirt and said, "Come and get it big boy.

Bert's chair crashed over backwards

* * *

Next morning Bert took Hattie over part of the farm in a two-seater four-wheeler bike, asking her to drive. She loved it. Bert explained they had just over 14,000 sheep, mostly Merino and 250 breeding Angus and Hereford cross breeding cows and almost 200 deer.

"You have deer -- oh please, may we see the deer?" 

"Okay, but first we'll take a look at something pretty impressive. Half an hour later they came to a pasture full of rocky mounds. As they came to the first and highest mound Bert pointed up to the top of the outcrop and said, "Well what do you think?"

Hattie stopped the ATV and looked up, gasping, "What is it?"

"An aged Merino ram called Hercules. Isn't he a beauty -- those horns are much admired."

"But he's so big."

"He's virtually in retirement now but we still put him across a few ewes to remind him who he is. He's been the best ram for progeny in this district -- I purchased him in Victoria, Australia ten years ago after he was passed in at a stud auction, probably because he was lame. My vet amputated part of his foot and he never looked back -- best $136,000 I've ever spent as our wool is the finest in this district and our top line of 100 bales goes direct to an Italian suit-maker each year and only in drought years when money is short do Hercules's sons sell as low as $10,000 -- his career average is $44,000. As I indicated, a real bargain."

When they stopped for morning tea beside a natural lagoon surrounded by bush (native trees and vines) Hattie said, "Bert, I hope you don't mind my saying this but it makes me feel embarrassed with you staring at my breasts so frequently."

"Sorry."

"Do you have a fetish?"

"Appears so but I only found out yesterday morning at the airport," he grinned. "Perhaps if you flash them I might lose interest."

"They are only fat and muscle Bert."

"I know but size and shape count for something, perhaps more than what women realize".

Hattie said he could take a good look at them but he was not to touch or expect a repeat performance.

"Okay, but I can't guarantee I'll be cured. You don't have to do this."

"I know," Hattie said, pulling off her light jacket and t-shirt and then removing her bra. She held out her tin mug for more coffee.

He poured without spilling and then, "Just a little touch?"

Hattie sighed and leaned towards him. His hands were cool, rough but, she though, affectionate. They chatted for another fifteen minutes and then he told her, "Get your gear on; I'll drive as we go up into rougher country. He tied the two dogs that had been riding in the tray to fence posts while Hattie dressed.

"Thanks for that titty show Hattie, you're a good sort. Don't be frightened unduly if we slide sideways a bit or lurch around -- this is normal up here. If I shout lean left or lean right lean in that direction and as I straighten you straighten."

"This sounds fun."

"I hope so."

They reached the deer enclosures with very high netting fences and went through to the second pasture where the stags were. 

"Oh my, look at their antlers."

"Great eh?"

"Impressive but makes them look a little top heavy. Let's go back and make the hinds run a little -- I love watching their graceful movements."

As they pulled up to the barn Bert said he would kennel the dogs. She should get ready for late lunch -- wear something to play tennis in."

"So they don't pop out," she giggled.

"Fuck Hattie, I'm doing my best to retrain my brain."

"Oh sorry -- look focus on my ass instead; most of the time I'll never notice."

"How did you know I have an ass fetish?"

"Oh God," Hattie laughed, knowing she'd already was well on the way of bonding with Adele and now it appeared she and Bert would be great friends. She wished her dad could be as open and relaxed as Bert.

The neighbors arrived while Hattie was still dressing. "You go out darling," she called. "I won't be long."

"Great timing eh, late to make an impression."

"If you like," she co-ed, still thinking she'd called him darling; well, it fitted so well because he really was a darling.

The noise from such a few people was deafening and when she came out she found out why -- two other couples and their three young adult daughters had arrived. The conversations died and at that Hattie almost died as well, totally embarrassed. She was in a tiny white tennis dress, a sleeveless tennis shirt, headband and white sneakers with bobby sox. All the women had white tennis dresses either knee length or below knee length.

Bert saved her life, clapping and everyone joined in. "This is my boy's American girl Hattie -- we America's produce great babes." People clapped and Hattie was aware that Bert's American accent had suddenly appeared from nowhere; she'd thought he must have completely assimilated. Amanda darted forward, they kissed and Amanda took Hattie around introducing here to everyone.

After a glorious lunch -- Hattie knew her father would have loved all the seafood cooked on the hot plates and then the inch-thick steaks -- everyone sat under trees to watch the tennis. First the young women who hadn't over-stuffed themselves played, some playing well. Miriam partnered Hattie in the second game of the doubles and they won comfortably. They eventually won the final and Miriam was beside herself in joy.

The men played and Vic and an athletic older man called Beamish Livingston won the right to play the women victors.

"We'll be slaughter, Miriam complain, putting on her visor.

"Beamish's weakness is his backhand -- Vic is protecting him. When you are serving to Vic just pat it over the net with a bit of a cut if you can manage to curb the bounce then it's up to me. The final of just three games was won 2-1 by the women -- Hattie coaching Miriam all the way.

"I cannot believe it, I cannot believe it," Miriam said dancing about as if she had wasps in her pants.

Hattie smiled when she heard Vic whisper to his mother, "Who the fuck has been teaching you to serve and play tactically like that?" Hattie laughed hysterically when Miriam replied, "Would you believe God?"

Some stupid person called out, "Let's have Hattie and Vic play an exhibition -- three games. I think Hattie has not pulled out all stops yet."

"Nah," said Vic.

"Okay," said Hattie.

"Yes!" cried the spectators, now really into the beer and wine.

Hattie and Vic didn't need to warm up so Vic called, "Your serve honey."

Honey be damned. The wretch was still playing left-handed. She fired down a screamer, not in but it served its purpose, knocking the racquet from his hand.

"You bitch," Vic called only just managing to smile as he transferred his racquet to his right hand. The spectators fell almost silent as if expecting to see something good and were not disappointed.

The young couple sweated as they powered into a great exhibition and only when Hattie's consistency at getting her first serves in fell from around 85% did Vic begin to grasp the edge and he came out the winner by narrowly taking the last two games.

They were cheered to the water table.

"You never mentioned you played tennis," he said, still breathing heavily.

"You didn't ask," Hattie said, pouring some of the iced water over her face.

"Everyone will see your tits -- there's enough show through already," Vic said, watching the water stream down on to her sweaty front.

"I'm not bothered, in fact I'm rather proud of my breasts," she snapped.

"Well, to tell you the truth I reckon they are the best I've ever seen," he said. She looked at him closely and he didn't appear to be lying. He asked, "Where did you learn tennis?"

"I've coached professionally since I was almost four," she said and frowned at seeing his frown. "It's the truth. Mom's a professional tennis coach -- that's how she and dad met. She still coaches older women and its only three years since I first began beating her as her fitness began to drag as she stiffened with age."

"You are an interesting family," he said, and she stroked his sweaty face and kissed him.

Vic went tearing off to the far railing fence on the four-wheeler, putting empty been cars along the railing.

Beamish came back from his SUV with a rifle with a scope attached and handed out three bullets to everyone who wanted to compete.

Just as Hattie was to sight up for her first shot a wasp flew straight at her face; she jerked around and fired. There was a tinkle of glass and a pane in the window high up in the barn was shot out.

Everyone began laughing and screamed with laughter when a female voice said, "Fuck, at least that's something she can't do." Hattie was tempted to try to shoot for a deflection to try to knock a second can over (she and her parents belonged to the local gun club but instead shot a magpie flying beyond the cans and scattered more feathers off the luckless bird with another shot as it plummeted to the ground. 

Only Bert noticed the two shots hit the magpie and he just grinned. Amanda went on to win the women's section and Bert took out the men's section after a shoot-out with Beamish. As he came back with his prize -- a bottle of wine and a kiss from Miriam the hostess he winked at Hattie who was sitting on Vic's knees. "Good sportsmanship, I couldn't allow Beamish to win, not on my land."

Vic asked what was that about sportsmanship and received the vague answer, "Oh nothing."

After everyone had gone after cleaning up, Vic asked his father why had he complimented Hattie for her sportsmanship. "After that wasp put her off the first shot she could have knocked two cans over with her second and third shots."

"Bullshit."

"Didn't you look at the way she checked the sights, felt for the balance of the rifle and worked it into her shoulder."

"No, I was watching Sandra Petrie -- the breeze was lifting up her skirt."

"Hattie shot a magpie instead and but the other bullet into it on the way down."

"Bullshit."

"You calling me a liar -- want to make something of it."

"Yeah."

Miriam called out; "Stop it you two clowns." She came over and asked what was the fuss about. After listening to Bert she said, "I don't think your father would make a false claim about that Vic -- not about shooting."

"Sorry dad."

"That's all right son -- with us nobody ever knows if we're serious or just kidding. Let the girl prove herself. Get dad's .303."

"What, that old museum piece?"

"It's an old warhorse son, one of the best over long distances. Tell our lovely lady we want a shoot out."

Bert went to the barn and filled an empty five-gallon white container with water and jumped on the four-wheeler and took it into the pasture beyond the two remaining beer cans and down to the far fence where he placed it on top of a fence post.

"This proves nothing," Vic complained to his mum. "The light is fading and the target is 500 yards away."

"More like 700 but at least the breeze has died. You're worried about the light so I'll rule you go first."

Vic fired three shots and said. "Missed."

"Ladies next," said Bert but Hattie waved him on, saying she was attempting to learn the action of the old rifle.




Hattie & Vic



Hattie fired her first shot, holding the rifle exactly the same way as Bert had held it. She looked at him and said it pulled to the right.

He nodded.

She steadied herself.

"Slow you breathing," Bert advised.

Another thunderous crack echoed down the valley as the container did a death dance on the post and then toppled backwards.

"Jesus," Vic said. "Is there anything you can't do?"

"A girl has time to become good at things when she has sporty and competitive parents," Hattie said. "You still have to compete against me in skating, judo, skiing horse riding and ballet."

"Judo?" Vic said weakly.

Three days later it was time to leave. The previous night they were honored a big farewell party at the Murphy's attended by more than fifty people. Almost everyone was drunkenly swearing they'd come to America to visit Hattie with some remembering to say Hattie and Vic.

"You are the best American we've ever met," said hostess Vi, crying when making the farewell toast.

"Haven't you forgotten Bert -- he's American," Hattie laughed and Eddie cried, "No he isn't -- he's one of us."

When the singing died down Hattie gathered in her two best friends, Adele Shadbolt and Amanda Murphy. "Now you two, join hands. You must swear that within the next two years you'll come to see me.

"We swear," they giggled. "You must promise you will fix us up with great guys," said Adele.

"Yes, as groomsmen because we'll be your bridesmaids," Amanda said. They fell about on the carpet embracing and laughing themselves into hysterics.

* * *

The next day Bert returned control of the sheep station (sheep and cattle ranch) back into the hands of his farm manager and took Miriam and the youngsters for coffee at Oxford, a small but still the largest settlement in their area, and then inland and circling through rich farmland and forestland and out towards the east coast to join State Highway l at Rangiora until taking SHW 7 inland to Hanmer Springs, an alpine and thermal village. Vic's parents watched the youngsters bungy jumping where the experienced operators maintained that Hattie's blood-curling screams as she plummeted down on the huge 'rubber band' had set a new level in decibels. Hattie was at it again, this joined by the screaming Miriam, in the exciting jetboat ride up the river.

After booking into the resort for the night they chatted in a thermal pool drinking wine before dressing for dinner.

Tired, but still with the energy to ride Vic cowgirl Hattie smothered her giggling when she heard the headboard of the bed in Vic's parent's room in the suite begin to clatter against their communal wall.

Next day with an outdoor basket and wine packed for lunch they took the very scenic route through the Southern Alps via the Lewis Pass to Reefton where the bush and gorge outlook changed to beautiful vista of tussock as well as beech forest and then went into the breathtaking Buller Gorge very near the west coast and up and onwards to the picturesque city of Nelson.

"Where is all the traffic?" asked Hattie as they wound along the gorge.

"It's rather busy, Bert said. "We are still in the main tourist season. At times I've been through this gorge for at least 20 miles without sighting another vehicle."

"It is beautiful, so absolutely lovely," Hattie sighed. "This must be part of Paradise."

"Paradise with a history of earthquakes, road slips and floods up to 40ft high from banked up water at the narrowest parts," Bert grinned.

"Earthquakes?" Hattie trembled.

"Oh they average one hundred years or more apart -- that's the really destructive ones. The locals say the next one is due any day now."

"Can you drive a little faster?"

"It's alright Hattie, remember my family is loony about teasing," Miriam said.

"Oh look, up ahead, here comes an earthquake." Bert said.

"Don't," screamed Hattie, grabbing Vic and waking him up.

After booking into a motel at Nelson they toured some great wineries, dined at a noted seafood restaurant on the waterfront and next day drove through to Blenheim with they visited to top wineries and then went to Picton in time for Hattie and Vic to board the inter-island ferry to cross Cook Strait to Wellington, the country's capital, located at the bottom of the North Island.

"You're a great girl," Bert said, kissing Hattie and then turning away to wipe his eyes. "You come and see us -- promise," she said. "My parents will love you."

Hattie kissed Miriam who looked very white-faced and was trembling. "I've so enjoyed your company darling," she whispered. "Please consider marrying Vic -- he needs someone like you to push him along. Bert and I have discussed this; we think you would make the perfect daughter."

"I'll promise to consider it gravely," Hattie smiled. "Thank you for having such a lovely family and giving me such a great time."

The final boarding call was made. Miriam stepped back into Bert's upheld arm and she remained white-faced and tearless.

"Mom's doing okay -- I don't think she's even sad to see us go."

"Huh -- and you are the guy I thought knew women," Hattie snapped.

"What, what have I done or said?" came the bewildered response.

"Just wave and smile at your mom so she can see your teeth. She doesn't like losing you again."

"Me -- this is all about you. She thinks you are the best thing since the packaging of sliced cheese."

"What?"

"She's head over heels in love with you -- er, in the spiritual sense of course. She's been at me time and time again to marry you."

"Will you?"

"Of course."

"Good -- now wave harder, here we go."

From Wellington they picked up a rental car and stayed the night at Martinborough, the pinot noir capital of New Zealand -- or the world, as some egoistical locals claim. From there they took another three days driving leisurely driving up the East Coast to the 'Art Deco capital of the world' (one of them) Napier, and from there inland to Lake Taupo and on to the thermal city of Rotorua where Hattie was introduced to Maori culture and absolutely loved it. They then continued to the so-called Queen City of Auckland and spent the day and part of the night looking around until it was time to go to the airport for their flight home, this time via LA to Chicago.

Kitty met them at the airport and once she stopped hyperventilating in excitement she said they had been afraid Vic mightn't come back with Hattie. "The board approved the sale to me four hours ago."

"That's great Kitty," Vic said, hugging her. Hattie and I want to each take a quarter share with you providing the male cosmetic venture looks a goer."

"Oh darlings," she said, hugging her daughter. "This is what I've wanted. I've already arranged a full schedule to New York and European -- the three of us leave in ten days' time and arrive back in Chicago on the night of the sixth day. So it will be hectic. That's all right isn't it -- we need to get information first-hand before commissioning the feasibility study?"

"Yes," Hattie and Vic said together.

Vic then told Kitty that on the long flight over the Pacific they had decided to become engaged so Hattie's ring was now an engagement ring. After the screeching died Kitty phoned Daniel and said they'd arrived and were in good shape. Vic wants to ask you something."

"Sir," Vic began strongly. "May I marry your daughter?"

"Yes Vic -- make an honest woman out of her," Daniel laughed. "Congratulations -- let me talk to Hattie."

As Hattie was talking on the phone Kitty looked straight at Vic. "On the tour do you mind if the three of us sleep together?"

"Yes except out of necessity Kitty. You have to find your own casual man. I will do everything I can to help."

"You disappoint me Vic."

"I'm sorry, I thought you would have been proud of me being true to myself."

"Yes of course -- oh yes. What am I thinking? Becoming involved in a menage-a-trois probably could have harmed us all. Let's keep this whirlwind tour strictly business and try to have fun -- eh? Thank you for smacking my hand dearest Vic."

Hattie came off the phone looking bushy tailed. "Hi you two; daddy is over the moon. Those funny looks on your faces: you two have been talking sex?"

"Strictly business," Kitty said. "I have decided to advance Vic all the capital he requires at a most attractive interest rate. You can use Daniel as your financier."

THE END