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Matt's Adventures

By: Egmont0409



IN THE BEGINNING

The city limits were perhaps thirty miles away and rain clouds loomed behind him as Matt Weaver picked up his walking pace although aware he couldn't outpace a wind-driven rain. Matt figured it was better to get soaked later than sooner.

He heard a vehicle slowing. It could be the cops. The highway was pretty deserted because it was not quite 6:15 am.

"Well do you want a lift or don't you?" a female called.

"I heard it was illegal to hitch a ride or pick up a hitcher in these parts."

The woman snorted, "Well you heard wrong."

She wasn't pretty and had a couple of teeth missing. She said she lived in a shack about two miles away and he was welcome to sleep the night.

"Take me to the city."

"Don't have enough gas and don't get my pay check till Friday. Anyways, what are you doing walking at this time of day?"

"Choose between improving my health or the rig I traveled on during the night dumped me off about five miles back." 

"I work at the mill, night shift. You should have asked me for a ride there, saved you walking five miles."

"I didn't know you were there and I didn't go into the mill."

"Just testing your IQ. Jump in."

"Thanks. The name's Matt Weaver."

"Is that two 'T's and no 's' at the end of Weaver?"

Matt yawned and said correct. He waited and finally said what's your name?"

"Sally Rivers, an abandoned wife."

"Sorry."

"Why? You didn't abandon me."

Fifteen minutes after arriving at the shack and serving coffee, Sally pulled up her dress and leaned across the kitchen table, belly side up.

"Pull my panties down and have sex with me."

"Why?"

"I've gone about six weeks without it after being used to getting it night and morning."

"I really don't know you."

"Christ Matt, roll on this condom and make whoopee. Are you an escaped prisoner?"

"No but I was a warder at the Pen. Got fired for having sex with a female prisoner as the Inspector of Prisons was making his quarterly inspection after he kicked my bare ass. He was wearing boots."

"It was a wonder you weren't jailed yourself."

"I was, being improperly incarcerated for six weeks without trial and then taken and dumped thirty miles away yesterday afternoon. About 10:00 a rig driver who'd stopped for a rest gave me a lift."

"That's enough speechmaking. Stick it in."

Sally liked the way Matt fucked her, with variety and subtle changes in pressure and speed. She only had the one condom so for the second session she told him to proceed without protection. "Just don't make me pregnant." 

Apparently Matt had no idea how to comply with that instruction.

He said he was in no hurry to move on so Sally said stay. He had no money so Sally arrived home on payday with tins of paint and told him to paint her house in return for food.

"What about fucking you?"

"I don't charge for that. Charging is called prostitution and I'm a respectable woman."

Matt left six weeks later, unknowingly leaving Sally pregnant and for a time she didn't know either. She never saw him again and when the baby was born she registered it as Matt Weaver, father unknown.

TWENTY YEAR ON

Matt arrived home and said to his ailing mother, "Got fired today."

Sally croaked, "What fighting again?"

"No for having sex with the operations manager's wife. Bill was supposed to have gone to Clarence for the day. We fought, er Bill and me, and I knocked him down and was about to finish him off when the bitch pulled a gun on me. I took it off her and when Bill regained consciousness he fired me but was decent enough to pay me off in full. I kept the rifle though he case he got ideas and shot me as I was walking to my pickup."

"Well bring the gun into my room and leave it here for safety." 

Bill did that and his mom told him to go into town to get more painkillers, saying her throat was killing her. When Matt returned he'd found blood everywhere. 

Sally had shot herself.

The sheriff told Matt not to leave the area until the investigation was completed and the Coroner delivered his verdict.

"Leave and we'll run you down and shoot you like a stray dog," Sheriff Williams smiled.

Everything checked out. 

The operations manager had plenty of facial bruising to substantiate there had been a fight and his wife verified her husband had caught her with Matt and that Matt had disarmed her and gone off with the rifle. 

Two women in the drugstore remembered Matt bringing in a prescription the doctor had left for Sally for restricted drugs to relieve her pain. 

Sally's fingerprints had been on the gun and there was no sign of a struggle.

The Coroner found, 'Suicide in the face of severe and on-going pain consistent with terminal throat cancer'. With the delivery of that verdict the Sheriff told Matt he was free to go and when Matt asked for the rifle the lawman laughed and said it would be returned to its rightful owner.

A couple of hours later Matt was in the office of the operations manager.

"I'd like my old job back Bill?"

"Fuck off Matt before I call security."

Matt left, not sure what to do once her finished two things back at the house.

He put fresh flowers on his mother's grave and left for he knew not where, abandoning the property that was worthless. He stopped for a final look back and saw the dwelling was well alight.

CLARENCE PRESENTS OPPORTUNITY

Matt drove his ailing pickup to the larger town of Clarence almost three hours away and eating at a diner asked the waitress did she know of any jobs up for grabs.

"I'll ask the boss."

A woman came over.

"I'm Peg Cox. Can you cook?"

"No."

"Can you sweep floors and do repairs?"

"I don't sweep floors."

"Then there's nothing here for you."

She was a bit too fat for Matt's liking but nevertheless he said, "I could provide you with sexual experiences you'll never forget in return for money."

Peg grinned. "My husband is the chef. He has thirteen knives and he'd stick everyone of those into your vital organs if he found you at me."

"Er perhaps I should back off and save you that embarrassment?"

She laughed.

"Try my cousin Bettina Fields at the Ranch Supplies Depot. She could do with some muscle around the place, having only women and old men on her payroll at present."

Bettina was picking at her teeth gaps with a straw and watched Matt approach, thinking what she could do with Matt over a barrel of molasses or even a bale of hay, preferably a round one.

"Mrs Fields?" Matt asked politely, thinking she was a scaled down version of her cousin.

"Yes."

"You cousin Peg at the Diner said you might consider hiring me for my muscle."

The side of her mouth twitching with nervous tension, Bettina looked at his crotch, attempting to appraisal his muscle.

"Oh?"

"Yes. She thought you needed a strong guy like me to throw around sacks a grain, stack bales of hay and load lumber railing and fence posts for clients."

"Oh that kind of muscle?"

"Well there isn't any other kind, is there?"

"That's one point of view. Come close and allow me to feel your muscle... er your arm muscles. She felt his right arm and said "Oooh," and slapped his stomach with the back of his hand and sighed, "Ohmigod."

"Are you okay Mrs Fields."

"Nothing what a good length couldn't fix... um a good length of time in bed. I'm um weary,"

"Well why not lay back and let me do all the work?"

Bettina nodded and said thoughtfully she rather liked that idea.

"Then I'm hired?"

"Ah yeah, I suppose so. There's a bed in the loft you can have. I'll put the cat up there to control the rats but don't feed him otherwise he'll lose his appetite for vermin."

"Um washing, I mean me and my clothes."

"You can use the bathroom to shower down here in the staff room. I suppose you can eat with my husband and me but that will cost you."

"You have a husband?"

Bettina cackled, "Doesn't everyone?"

He said he didn't and said she said hers was useless. All he did was to drink away profits. 

"What's your name boy?"

* * *

"What's your name boy," asked Lester, the rheumy-eyed husband who looked at least fifteen years older than Bettina. Looking at the guy killing himself with booze. Matt gave his name for the second time and reminded himself to go easy on booze, not that he could afford it at present. Bettina had already told him not to accept liquor from Lester because that would be the same as stealing money from the cash box.

During the evening meal Lester asked, "Why are you eating with us?"

Bettina said because Matt was the new roustabout.

"Why hire a roustabout when you have me?"

Bettina cackled and said, "Because you are too precious to me my man."

"Damn fool woman," Lester mumbled and asked again, "What's your name boy?"

It was dark and Matt had no idea of what time it was when he felt the damn cat pulling off his blanket but then Bettina said, "Move over or do you wish to have sex on the hay?"

God it was awful. Her skin was dry and lumpy but at least she wasn't all blubber like some women of her age that Matt guessed with uncertainty could be anywhere between fifty and seventy. At least her pussy was leaking and surprisingly it felt like velvet inside. 

Way out!

Lester fucked her enthusiastically, relieved that once in she felt like any other woman. He lifted up one of the flat things on her chest and sucked at a nipple that thickened in his mouth.

Puffing and groaning after successive orgasms. Bettina told him to stop. "Christ boy you'll kill me. Let me suck you clean."

It wasn't the best fucking by far that curly blond Matt had experienced, although experience wasn't long for a guy aged twenty and he grinned thinking perhaps even worse more pathetically unromantic fucks were ahead of him.

"We must do this again," Bettina said, flicking on her torch and shuffled across hay and mess to the narrow access stairway. 

"Yeah anytime you like," Matt said attempting to sound enthusiastic. Well she was providing him with a bit of money and feeding him. "Um what about any of the other women who work here."

"Help yourself but not during work hours."

"What are me work hours?"

"When we are open. Christ Matt all these questions. I don't like talking straight after being fucked, especially when being fucked properly for the first time in years."

Matt grinned, yawned and prepared to return to sleep when a fucking rat jumped on to his bed but then he heard purring.

Grinning, Matt decided he was all for pussy.

Matt walked out of the washroom in the morning nude and right in front of him a woman gaped at his swinging dick.

"Hi do you also work here>" he grinned.

She swallowed, hugely.

"What time is opening time?"

"A-about now. M-my job is to open up."

"I'm Matt the new roustabout. Bettina hired me yesterday."

"I'm Sarah. Sorry for staring but I've never seen one that long at rest."

"It's cool Sarah, nice tits. You can try it sometime."

"I-I'm married with two little ones."

"Oh I thought woman only had one?"

"Children."

"No I don't have children and I don't mind if you do. My mother said even married women have the right to try out other men to retain their sense of comparison."

"H-how old are you Matt?"

"Twenty. I have my papers to prove it. I got them out of mom's house before I set it alight and left. Mom was already dead."

Sarah looked horrified so Matt told her the story and before he finished she was weeping and was hugging him and had taken a boob out for him.

"Attending well to our first customer of the day Sarah?" said an old guy shuffling in.

"Yes Alf," Sarah said, replacing the boob under her bra and buttoning her dress.

He grinned and said usually Bettina couldn't care a fuck about customer-care but it was great seeing it being instituted for the first time.

"This is Matt. Bettina hired him last night."

"Great looking dick Matt. Just as well I'm not gay. In fact I'm not anything. Welcome aboard but I can't say welcome to the team because we don't work as a team."

"Thanks Alf."

Alf looked surprised. "Have we met before?"

"I head Sarah use your name."

Alf grinned and said, "This guy is super intelligent Sarah."

"Alf I'm sorry you caught me, um, acting unprofessionally."

"Sarah dear, it's no problem with me who you wish to fuck. In fact I think you are clever attempting to be the first to lay Matt."

Matt hurried back to the loft to dress. He was thrilled to be part of this outfit. It seemed so wacky.

A few minutes later Matt had met the two other men and three women. Two of the women inspected Matt carnally and he assumed the other one was gay.

Bettina didn't show but Alf got everyone working and soon the outfit was busy.

At midday Alf told Matt to take his lunch break. He was in the toilet washing his hands when Sarah came in and locked the door.

Matt lifted her on to the washbowl, hoping the bowl and cabinet were strong enough and she asked him not to undress her, pulling both tits out for him. "I don't wish to feel like a whore."

He didn't have the heart to tell lovely Sarah that the whores he'd known preferred keeping on as many clothes as possible.

She pulled aside a panty leg and Matt's dick slipped in like a well-oiled gate bolt. She sighed and a beautiful smile trickled over her face as he began pumping and Matt knew he was looking at the most beautiful women he'd ever fucked or for that matter been in contact with and that included his mom.

She came hugely and he pulled out in time. Sarah jumped down and jerked him into the basin.

"God Matt you are skin and bones. How on earth can you manage to produce ass of that sperm?"

"Mom always said I'm well-endowed and ran on an extra-large tank."

Sarah gurgled and quickly changed the subject.

Bettina arrived with sandwiches for Matt and looked like she'd been fucked all night. He noticed she treated him like anyone else on the staff, perhaps even a little worse.

"Sweep the floors Matt. And keep them swept."

Matt's closest buddy turned out to be Alf and he was glad about that although Sarah and he remained pals. They never did it again. She'd confessed she had only done it once because she'd accepted his mom's philosophy that even married women had a right to stray to measure by comparison.

"Your mom must have been a lovely woman."

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever held Sarah. Some would say my mom was almost ugly but then they would be unaware just how beautiful she was inside."

Sarah ran off howling and the butch woman picked up an axe and looked at Matt threatening.

"Mind your business Pru. Sarah is having her monthly emotional." Matt then stared down Pru and she returned to weighing out nails for packaging.

Matt became Alf's pal because he was the most interesting person of them all. He was seventy-one, a widower and had been a sailor on freighters in his late teens, a fireman, woodsman, park ranger and had worked in retailing and then for many years until Elsie's death he worked in offices, rising to become the office-trained accountant.

Alf managed the business for Bettina, doing the books, placing orders, checking out deliveries while Bettina sat in her office talking on the phone to people to drag in more custom. She only had to say when would more fencing rails be arriving and quick as a flash Alf would tell her when, what quantities, the specifications and their selling price. Matt asked Bettina could he work with Alf in the office when not otherwise busy but she said no; if he had nothing to do he should be sweeping the floors.

At the mill with so many of the women wanting a piece of him, Matt had learned to become crafty as good management was required when involved in infidelity because some of the husbands and boyfriends had also worked at the mill. His mom had refined his techniques ever farther. So Matt waited until Bettina arrived after midnight for her weekly round of adultery and said no, not until Bettina agreed to allow him to work off-peak in the office as Alf's apprentice.

"Oh do what you like. Just get that big piece of meat into me."

Matt left her so legless that night that he had to carry her home and put Bettina into bed alongside her drunk husband.

Flattered that Matt regarded him as someone to look up to, Alf sniffed and said it would be a little like teaching a son he'd never had. 

"Oh I'm sorry you didn't have children Alf."

"Elsie and I had three daughters."

"What? Where are they?"

"Widely scattered. But they arrived home with their families for my 70th last year."

"I'm so pleased to hear that Alf."

"Bullshit."

"Sit back and hear me out Alf."

Alf sniffed and brushed at his eyes when learning that Matt had never known his father and that and wouldn't be able to recognize his father if he saw him because there were no photographs.

"Mom said he passed through like a ship in the night."

"God your mom was familiar with nautical terminology," Alf said in awe and patted Matt on the back affectionately.

From that day they more or less became father and son.

The relationship lasted two full years until Alf died unexpectedly, in his sleep.

Matt was devastated, unable to accept life could be so cruel to both Alf and him. He stayed in his bed all day and Bettina came up to have coffee with him, and she would return several times including to bring his dinner.

Late that afternoon the grief had tumbled out of Matt. He cried and cried into Bettina's bosom and she stroked his face and tousled his hair murmuring, "I know, I know." 

Finally feeling better Matt asked, "I've known people who've died before including my mother so why should I be so shaken this time"" The wisdom of Bettina shook him to the core.

"For the first time in your life you had really found someone and now he's gone. Such a great loss can be so distressing. Alf treated you like his son."

"Sweet Jesus." Matt groaned. "I'd like to sleep for a while now."

"Go ahead," Bettina said, and gently stroked his back until she could tell by his breathing he was asleep.

The funeral was huge, so huge that the turnout even staggered Bettina. Word of mouth rather than the one small ad in the weekly newspaper had made people respond. Some townspeople attended but most of the attendees were present and retired ranchers and their families. An estimated 150 people stood outside unable to enter the packed church.

Bettina had made enquiries and found of why so many clients had turned up. When she was invited to make the eulogy on behalf of the town, following one of Alf's daughters who'd spoken on behalf of the family, Matt and others learned about this remarkable turnout.

"Alfred Fraser Maxwell was a man of many parts, of many skills and had worked in a variety of vocations," Bettina said, turning out to be quite an orator. "He turned up at my feed and ranch supplies depot twelve years and thirty-four days ago and asked for a job."

"I noticed his limp and skinny frame and thought no way would he be able to fire thirty bags of chaff on Mr O'Leary's truck or roll two drums of molasses up planks on to the back of Irene Hammer's pickup."

"Alf said he had lost his job as an office manager through company collapse and would like to do my office work for me, allowing me to spend my time soliciting business."

"On what? I said and explained my customers knew where I was located and what I stocked and what was the best time to arrive for loading of big orders."

"Do they?" he said. "Do you really wish to be a stupid woman and wallow in mediocrity?"

"Well actually Alf said stupid bitch."

The church filled with laughter and even those standing outside laughed, not knowing what the joke was but wanting to feel part of the farewell.

"I then received a lecture on marketing and was told to be quiet and not to interrupt. 


Matt's Adventures



I looked at his skinny neck, knowing I could probably break it one-handed. But suddenly it dawned on me what he was saying sounded like sense. I grew up on a ranch and my mother used to phone the grocer and the butcher and they used to bring out fresh supplies to the ranch, just charging a bit extra for vehicle running. What Alf was telling me was that principal in reverse."

"So I interrupted, was told to shut up but his mouth closed when I told him he was hired. Needless to say tele-marketing really worked for me because I was not the only firm supplying ranches within fifty miles of here. Within a year I'd purchased the funeral parlor next door to extend my premises and had already purchased the house behind us and demolished it to extend our yard. So thank you Mr Alf Maxwell, my business guru."

"Now some of you might be wondering why so many of you are here today. Well Alf really knew how to talk to people, saying things that interested them, never being too busy to give anyone a couple of minutes to chat. Some of you came here to chat and looked disappointed when I came out and took your check. That was the power of Alf Maxwell."

"But there is more, much more but I won't recite it all. Ladies if you'd told Alf you had a sick child at home the next time you met Alf he'd ask about that child, by name."

Murmurs of 'Hear, hear" from women sounded throughout the church. 

"And if you had an important anniversary, by mail would come a pretty card and if you were one of those women who flirted with Alf he'd also send flowers to mark your big occasion. Men if you phone wanting nails of a particular length and spoke to Alf, without lifting his ass off his chair he'd tell you whether or not we have that size in stock and if we didn't he'd tell you the nearest size we had in stock, and how many were in stock, and if they had to be ordered he'd tell you what day and what time they'd arrived. Now was Alf Maxwell every wrong?"

"No" thundered the voices of men in the church.

"Well that's enough from me. Alf Maxwell helped me make money and I paid him bonuses because of that but I say crap to the money. I'll miss Alf as my best friend. Thank you everyone. I'd just like to say arranged catering for after the burial but we have been hopelessly caught out by this huge number of you turning up."

The clergyman came up and led Bettina back to her seat. He then said, "Don't worry about the catering Bettina my dear. The good lord will provide." 

Of course the church warden had been sent to cafes, the hotels and food specialists to send food to the church hall as a donation to the memory of Alf Maxwell and that the names of the donors would be announced during repast.

Outside the church Matt hugged Bettina and said, "You brought Alf and his generosity alive." 

She burst into tears and clung to him until some of her female friends led her away to the burial site behind the church.

At the buffet Matt was talking to people he knew when Attorney Brown came up and said, "My office at 4:30 today please Matt."

"Okay Mr Brown," said Matt wondering if he was in trouble over burning that dilapidated house down. But shit that was almost two and a half years ago.

In the attorney's office the three daughters, accompanies by their husbands, looked at Matt and Bettina curiously. 

During the reading of the will one of the daughters yelled, "I'd wanted that grandfather clock. It's a family heirloom."

Mr Brown said he was sorry but legally the clock now belonged to Mrs Fielder. "And for your information documentation inside the clock case establishes your father purchased the clock fifteen years ago and I have verified that document in case of any dispute."

The residue of the estate apart from personal affects would be cash, because the cottage where Alf had lived had been rented. 

"After probate I estimate there will be approximately $78,000 to be divided between Mr Maxwell's three daughters Jane, Clara and Annette and Mr Matt Weaver."

"This is outrageous, give our father's money back to us," Clara shouted at Matt.

"Get fucked," Matt drawled. "You father obviously wants me to get on in life."

"Mr Brown?" Jane queried.

"The response from Mr Weaver was unusually explicit. My advice is f you wish to dispute it go to court."

The daughters raced away with their husbands, only Bettina and Matt staying for a drink.

As Mr Brown was pouring a brandy and two whiskies Bettina said, "I suppose with that money you'll be moving on as soon as the money is paid out?"

"I'd like to stay for twelve months as the new office manager is that's okay and then leave as soon as you find my replacement."

"That's very okay. My weekly night visit is still welcome?"

"Yes of course providing you don't mind visiting Alf's former cottage. I have arranged to rent if from Mr Brown."

"Yes that's fine. Am I still expected to wash your clothes?"

"Of course."

During that year Matt, who'd done well at high school, crammed a two year on-line associate degree in business into one year, working almost every night and at weekends, and Mrs Brown, who'd been a college tutor, assisted him every Saturday and handled queries at night. She was not interested in Matt sexually but admired him for his determination to get somewhere in life. Matt had to mow their lawns in return and do other odd jobs, including shoveling snow and walking Mrs Brown's two dogs. Mr Brown, who'd previously had to walk the dogs, thought that was a great arrangement.

Matt was so proud at graduating that he accepted the invitation to be conferred with his degree at the college as some other students preferred that to receiving their degree confirmation in the post. He was amazed that Mr and Mrs Brown and Bettina accompanied him to the university more than 600 miles away. If the Brown's were dismayed or astonished that Bettina and Matt shared a hotel room overnight they didn't reveal it. They just kept telling Matt they'd had a great time and were really proud of him.

LONGFORD OAKS

Matt had never been in such a tidy city as Longford Oaks in New England where a recruiting agency had landed him a position as assistant office manager in a realty company.

The company wouldn't hire Matt without sighting him so he went to the final interview. Bettina had also only ever flown twice on an aircraft and had also been outside of Oklahoma once in her life so she decided to accompany Matt, knowing she had the more pragmatic mind and that was useful when traveling.

"Couldn't you have picked somewhere closer than Maine?" she groaned, although wanting to go there.

"The recruiter told me it was the only position where they might place me because no one else they had looking for jobs wanting to go there and their branch office in Maine agreed I possessed the minimum qualifications."

"While waiting to go Mr Brown, with his back-end experience in realty transactions, had briefed Matt about property sales and rentals and introduced him to a guy in real estate who gave Matt the coalface side of the business. 

When the interviewer asked had Matt any knowledge of realty Matt said, "Just a little" and she frowned but as the interview went on she became aware he had rather a lot of knowledge about the realty business, or it appeared he had. Bettina who'd accompanied Matt to the interview and introduced as his step-mother had reminded Joyce, the interviewer of her own mother. During lunch at a restaurant if Joyce, one of the Realtor partners, may have been surprised neither of the visitors had to ask which knives and forks to use and what was lobster.

"I think of Oklahoma State as being something of a backwater," she said, sipping wine. 

"Yeah, similar to what we think of Maine," Matt said, appalling Bettina but she relaxed when Joyce giggled and eyed Matt's chest again.

Bettina thought if Matt could make-out with Joyce after lunch he might win the position but when she suggested she might go shopping Joyce stood and said, "No come back and meet the other two partners Bettina. I would like you feeling comfortable about what your son might be letting himself in for."

The other two partners were also sexy-looking 40-somethings and Bettina frowned thinking she'd just placed good body weight on Matt's frame and it would be likely he'd return to being scrawny again after fucking those three. She wasn't to know the three women lived together as gays.

Matt impressed the other two women and Matt's potential boss and Joyce was told the decision was over to her. 

"You're hired Matt. When can you start?"

"One month from next Monday. 

Bettina kicked him under the table when he added, "My hard-ass boss back home will require the full month's notice because I run the business for her and she'll be terrified at losing me."

"Do we have feed and ranch businesses in Maine?" asked Lucy, one of the partners.

"Yes," chorused her partners.

"I specialize in managing our coastal properties sales and personally managing major sales," Lucy, looking a little red-faced, explained to Matt.

Matt and Bettina stayed in New England another four days, touring in a rented car and fucking and eating well. They flew home from Boston feeling almost in love. 

A month later Bettina farewelled Matt at the airport. 

In their final hug and kisses she said, "You have become a man since your arrival at my depot."

That was news to Matt.

* * *

Lily Telford, office manager, ran the business apart from selling and the legal side. She had a mouth-watering ass, easily the best Matt had ever seen. It poked out pertly.

"Stop it," Lily said during their first morning together.

"Stop what."

"Eyeing my ass like you are doing."

"Do you have other better parts?"

She looked at him horrified. "Oh with you coming from Oklahoma I ought to have known it would be like this."

She waited in vain.

"Why aren't you counter-attacking?"

"I have been brought up to respect women."

"Ohmigod." She paused and then said gently, "Matt I don't mind you admiring my ass. But I have at least one better feature."

"Your brain?"

"Oh Matt, I think I shall like you."

"Like me enough to fuck?"

"Oh Matt, I'm married."

"The good ones always are Lily. You must understand that."

"Er, office procedures. As you will be aware we must file a report for Monday's meeting and also produce monthly..."

And so the induction continued, Matt admiring the ass and Lily admiring Matt.

Lily's chance to commit adultery came when a bi-annual weekend workshop for realty administrators was scheduled for Boston this year."

"It's close enough for us to send two people," Lily said to Joyce, the managing partner.

"Who would you like to take?"

"Oh anyone, you choose."

Joyce whispered :You lying bitch" and they giggled. "Okay take him and book a double room to save on expenses."

They giggled. 

Lily said, "You have caught me by surprise being prepared to conspire like this Joyce."

"Oh darling, guys realize people with other preferences are entitled to really like sex."

They giggled.

Lily briefed Matt, saying it was all Joyce's idea.

"Are you sure?"

Lily half-turned away, patting her butt and winked broadly. She laughed at the yokel look of her chief assistant's open-mouthed face.

* * *

In the hotel suite Lily and Matt kissed.

"Do you want to do it now?"

Nervously Matt said yes. Lily caught the tone and asked had he done the ass before.

"N-no."

"Look let's do it how you are used to now. If we are too drunk tonight you can do anal in the morning after fucking me conventionally."

"Right, get your gear off."

"Oh you brute, aren't you going to undress me."

"Tonight when we return to the room because then you'll be really dolled up."

"Ohmigod I'm dampening my panties."

"Get them off bitch."

"Oh a masterly man at last."

Matt was so randy he drove Lily's head into the bed head; fortunately it was padded.

"You have a beautiful cunt."

"Ohmigod, Lily shrieked and convulsed. Matt could feel the extra wetness oozing from her."

"You're a great fuck Lily."

She bucked again and told him to shut his mouth.

"You are making me over-excited. I've been waiting for this since we first met."

That was too much for Matt. He bucked and drowned the end of his cock in cum.

"Have you come inside me?"

"Yeah."

"You beast. I only allow my husband that privilege."

Matt looked crestfallen and apologized.

"It doesn't matter and thanks for apologizing. Now can we get on with it?"

They went at it slowly and in a very dignified manner, if adultery can be associated with dignity. Well at least it was a property fuck compared to the start when both had ejaculated prematurely.

"That was so beautiful," Lily said dreamily. "You are very good Matt."

"Someone else has to be good before I can be good," he grinned boyishly

"Oh Matt," cooed Lily, reaching up and kissing him and then drawing him close.

They fell asleep and missed the opening session but caught the second session and were greeted by the presenter, a woman, who smiled at them knowingly.

That night when they returned to their suite Matt closed the door and when Lily turned he placed his big mitts over both breasts and squeezed.

"Oh Matt," she cooed and offered her lips. Invitation accepted. They tongued, both feeling like doing it as they had consumed liquor fairly modestly.

Although Lily looked good up top she had rather dumpy legs but even dumpy legs look great in hold-ups with lacy tops and after licking and sucking around the stocking tops and pulling off the panties, Matt found Lily was really dripping. He removed the bra and fucked her on the sofa.

When he was finished she said, "I'm comfortable here and bending over the back of a sofa placed a woman in a great position for a guy taking ass for the first time. I left the lube and condoms on the dressing table.

"Aw do I need a condom?"

"Probably not but I do thank you."

Lily was a careful and patient teacher Matt found. Well it was her butt.

He was a good pupil and didn't hurry it and was amazed she took his full length.

"Now gently Matt. Anal fucking is all about being mutually sensitive, plenty of lube and timing everything appropriately. Those anal DVDs you probably see give the wrong impression because the asshole of some of those professional bitches are as big as road tunnels."

Wincing as he tentatively began stroking, Matt was wondering if his vehicle was too large for this tunnel but it worked out fine. Just fine. But the end of the weekend he was a convert but it was also the end of Lilly's ass.

"We can't risk this liaison continuing Matt. Too much is as stake for me. But you are in the right business. As you will have noticed, time and time again no doubt, our office is full of sexy women but just a word of advice: stay about from women who are in unhappy relationships because you will find most of them have become neurotic about sex and relationships."

"I was thinking the eighteen to twenty year olds."

"Good boy but don't expect they will be ass virgins. Young people are into everything these days.

Six months on Bettina visited Matt and they had a great weekend, full of sex. She declined to take it in the ass and at the airport said, "I can see we have grown apart Matt. You are becoming a sophisticated young man."

"But I wish to continue associating with you Bettina. You are the nearest I have to family and I know that description is tenuous."

"Very well but no sex."

"Okay. But come to my graduation next year for sure. Lily has got me completing a full business degree online."

"Oh very good. So she's giving you more than advice?"

"We had just the one encounter, a whole weekend though. She is married to a jealous guy who watches her closely. She and I remain close friends and she's a great business tutor."

After gaining his degree in business administration Matt won a position to manage the business law department of a big law firm in Boston. He now considered himself at corporate level, er once he built up experience.

BOSTON BEAUTIES

Matt found he didn't much like the big city; feeling more comfortable in smaller centers, confirming he was just a country boy. But for a time he went round with an all day near erection because of the flocks, or whatever they were called, of great looking babes. In his firm only the prim-looking senior women weren't great lookers and the babes mostly appeared sexually oriented. A wink, wink was almost enough to get one onto her back. The mention that he managed the law department of Bain, Evans and Zimmerman Law was almost sufficient to start opening the legs of any babe he'd targeted.

But after contacting an STD, fortunately a curable one, he reined in abruptly and celebrated his twenty-sixth birthday wondering whether the physician was incorrect and his dick would really fall off and his balls shrivel. He knew it would take time to lose that fear. 

Matt avoided turning to religion.

Instead he began looking round the office for an overlooked beauty or reasonable looker, not too fat and not too thin, who might not be transmitting disease and possibly not placing herself in the position to receive an STD. The company employed 443 people with around 350 of those females so he ought to find one in-house.

He couldn't. Perhaps he was looking beyond his brief?

Matt decided to give it a rest and crack into completing his studies, thinking something should turn up.

It did.

Matt was called to the office of the managing partner, the unreachable Mrs Cassidy. He'd been told there were five personal assistants to screen anyone wanting to see her and you'd be lucky to be one of the 15% to get through to be invited to sit down with her. Matt had been with the firm eight months and had yet to see Mrs Cassidy although he'd seen here arriving and department in a limo with one-way glass in the passenger compartment. Who the hell did she think she was? Well she knew because she restricted herself to clients who were worth a minimum of half a billion and had been her clients before she became managing partner.

He grinned. So much around here was bullshit. A screening by five different people. Ha!

Matt went to the top floor, Sky Floor it was called. All other floors had numbers.

He stepped out and a security guy said hold it. "Don't step across that white line."

Another guy was pointing a shotgun at him.

Jesus.

A woman read his email instructing him to the Sky Floor.

"Are you Mr Weavers?"

"No, Mr Weaver, no 's'.

She smiled and said verified. "Follow the red line." 

The second security guy whose breath smelled of garlic lifted up the shotgun to allow Matt to follow the red line.

It was bullshit about five checks. At the next check he had his thumb print read and was told by the honeyed voice babe with big tits and a possible STD carrier, "Mrs Cassidy is waiting for you."

"Oh yeah, then where is she?"

"Are you intellectually deprived? Follow the red line."

As he reached the door it opened. He went into the average looking office and heard a toilet flush. Good god, Mrs Cassidy pees.

The quite good-looking 55-year-old (according to her CV but she looked younger) was still hitching her skirt straight as she came out and said sit.

Fuck her, Matt thought. He wasn't a dog.

He thought he saw the start of a smile as she said, "Please sit Mr Weaver. There's no 's' I believe?"

"Correct ma'am," Matt said almost humbly.

"Call me Lenka."

What? "As you wish."

"Do you have any comment?"

He commented, "Your name is of Slavic origin."

"Ohmigod and here was I told you were a country boy. I'm taking you to Washington with me because of all executives in our firm you qualify for the highest security rating. You have done nothing wrong according to our information apart from committing multiple counts of adultery, your health is excellent now you are cleared of your recent STD, your are on record as burning down and uninsured house but you owned it and no other properties were involved and both parents are dead."




Matt's Adventures



"Both?"

"Yes your mother died of cancer a week before you burned down the house and your father died instantly as a result of a hit and run road accident fourteen years ago. He had considerable gambling debts so the accident was no accident."

"Are you sure it was my father?"

"Yes."

Lenka looked at the report in front of her. "Matt Franklin Weaver, born in Jackson, Mississippi, parents both deceased, he was forty-eight and two hundred and twenty-two days at the time of his death in Jackson, Mississippi."

"So he returned to his birthplace?"

"That's a reasonable assumption. It says here he was unknown to you."

"Correct."

"Well at least you no longer have to fret that he's waiting just around the corner to discover you but then he never knew he'd impregnated your late mother, did he?"

"No."

"So are you of a mind to accompany me to Washington on an overnight stay? This is very high-powered stuff and you will be accredited as my special assistant for these talks concerning a paternity claim against someone who will not be named and ranked very high in the president's team of advisers."

"Yes. You don't appear to be the type of person who would bore me."

"Why thank you Mr Weaver. You are so gracious."

"Call me Matt."

"Yes of course. If you have no questions you may leave. We'll leave from here on Friday morning. Bring an overnight bag and dress formerly.

They flew on a Citation Mustang and at the airport in Washington they went to the White House where they went through normal security and on to a meeting of attorneys and other aids. Lenka had briefed Matt how to act and what papers or files to hand to her when requested.

The meeting lasted just over an hour. Lenka knew the woman who'd lodged the claim very well although had never been a client and so she was able to materially assist with the building of the woman's profile without breaking any client confidentiality. Finally when asked for her recommendation Lenka spoke clearly and firmly. 

"If the claim checks out as genuine then settle and that will be the end of it. As I said this women comes from a very influential although not particularly wealthy family and she will recognized without doubt that any publicity about this would reflect adversely on the family and end her high position at the gallery where she works. I believe the woman when she says her claim is partly in compensation for the stress she has suffered but in substance she is seeking generous care for the education of the child through until the age of twenty-eight."

As they got into the limo Lenka said, "Well that's over. We stay the night at my sister's home. She and her husband are in South America on global warming talks. A gentleman I know is coming to stay with me and is bringing his personal assistant with him. Lenka winked and placed a hand to her lips. They will be our companions to dinner." 

As they stepped on to the front porch of a very substantial home Lenka said, "If you do have sex use condoms. All sorts of people pass through Washington DC."

Nina had too much make-up on and her hairstyle was too fussy for Matt's likening. He thought she might be approaching forty and perhaps the cracks were beginning to show. 

Lenka and Leon left early for dinner, the arrangement made over drinks they couples would go their own way.

"After a couple of drinks Matt asked what kind of food would she like and she said she was sick of banquet-type fodder.

"What about Thai?"

"Oh perfect Matt, great choice. I have listings in good areas," Nina said, pulling out her phone and making the call.

Over dinner Matt spoke about his day and said all that expense for just seventy minutes of meeting time seemed such a waste of money. And why was he needed; he seemed to be there just for a formality."

"You were. People in Washington DC only like facing one person at one-on-one meetings and that's because there's no alternative. At all other times two people is the bare minimum and I'd guess calling in someone of Mrs Cassidy's status this would have been a 'big cheese' meeting affecting something of national importance involving some person or persons at the top echelon?"

"I can't say what it was about."

"Of course not and I don't expect you to divulge such information. You would have faced a high-power panel and they would have wanted to hear what Mrs Cassidy had to say from her lips and her expression and nuances would have been closely monitored. If the meeting was over in only seventy minutes I would have thought it would have been some big scandal has been either avoided or there was confidence it will be."

"My lips are sealed."

"Of course they are. Anyway you would not have been privy to the closing debate. Neither of you. So you wish to go to bed before we go out?"

"What about your hair?"

"Don't worry about my hair. The boss is gone and I won't see him much before midday tomorrow."

"Yeah great."

"Do you have condoms? We get all sorts of people coming through Washington and not all are disease free. It doesn't pay to take risks."

"That's my thinking too."

Unfortunately Nina didn't wished to be licked and fingering was also out. Although those bans made Matt feel a little safer it was rather like having sex with one arm tied behind his back.

She was tight, surprisingly tight and he mentioned that. Nina pretended to be surprised and said just because she worked amongst VIPs in Washington it didn't mean she had had a special operation or had to be like a subway tube.

"Sorry."

"It's quite okay. I do this as part of my job. I was surprised at your size."

"Er do I pay you for this?"

"No Mrs Cassidy has taken care of that."

At that shock Matt almost lost his erection. He finished with a big bang and although Nina finished in noise he couldn't help wondering was that faked orgasms.

The remarkable thing was being with her alone over dinner. Nina gave Matt her undivided attention and he couldn't help thinking to call him sophisticated was a joke. In comparison Nina was all class and her conversation was all about him and his interests and aspirations. To find out anything about her had was forced to dig deeply.

Back at their room she requested anal and that suited Matt fine. He grabbed her hips and attempted to belt her into tomorrow. She hit her clit screaming "More, more" and when she slapped pussy and bellowed Matt was absolutely sure that was no fake.

Panting and sweating, looking red-faced and well-done Nina said, "Ohmigod, that was so wonderful. You could make your fortune in this city if you went professional."

On the flight back to Boston, Lenka apologized for not seeing much of Matt. "We went clubbing and didn't get home till near 4:00. I met many people I knew, if only a little. How did you find Nina?"

"Oh great. Although she's into sex she takes good care of herself."

"Leon thinks she's connected to CIA."

"You're kidding?"

"No but there no way of knowing if he's right. She travels the world with him and he engages as a negotiator at top level with governments. He was surprised the agency received only five applicants to become his new special assistant and an insider told him all five were probably had CIA connections to ensure the right type of person was recruited."

"Does he have sex with her?"

"Oh yes. His wife hates airplane travel."

Matt thought God what a web. Had Nina been trying to find out what had been discussed with Lenka although appearing to warn him against shooting his mouth off?

"Nina was interested in our meeting with VIPS."

Lenka replied casually, rather too casually Matt suspected, "Oh what did you tell her?"

"Nothing, it was none of her business. I just said I was not at liberty to say and she appeared to accept that."

"Appeared?"

"Well I was thinking was she bugged or was where we were bugged. It was a Thai restaurant but she chose which one, recommending it."

"Our thinking was good about you Matt. Congratulations."

"Did you have sex with Leon?"

"Matt, what a question to as a lady," Lenka smiled.

"Come on, did you?"

"Yes, twice."

"Do you talk while fucking?"

"Yes... oh I see where this is leading. I think I control what I say even when someone manages to get me really worked up."

"What if Leon is the one with CIA connections or even both of them?"

"God Matt. You are a scary guy to travel with. Perhaps next time I should confine myself to having sex with you?"

"I'm too young for you."

"Oh is that so? What an inverted way of saying I'm too old for you."

"Bend over in front of me if we are ever alone in a hotel room together Lenka and find out which or your theories is correct."

She screamed in laugher, tears running down her face.

A few days later Matt was called up to a meeting of two of the partners. He was offered a proposal and the next day accepted the offer to become manager of the Sky Floor and to be Mrs Cassidy's personal assistant whenever she traveled without her husband. 

There were twenty-four people on the Sky Floor so Matt was kept busier than he had expected. He had quite a bit to do with Mrs Cassidy (as he was expected to call her in the office) and they become genuinely friendly without any sexual overtones being apparent, although he knew that was not to say they weren't lurking.

Matt flew several times to New York with Lenka and from the outset it was clear what was expected of him, although there had not been a word said until her followed her into the single bedroom in the luxury hotel suite and she asked simply, "Which side of the bed would you like?"

Oh very cool Mrs Cassidy.

"I fuck best lying on my left side."

She smiled and looked at him, appearing very pleased. "Then I'll take the left side to be in position to face you."

He thought he would be reprimanded for using bad language but she never did and he learned to be only foul-mouth when alone with her. She could be foul-mouthed as well and sometimes talked to him real dirty in bed.

He told her she was a good fuck, and she liked that, and he said it amazed him her tits were without wrinkles. 

She just smiled and he knew that once again he had pleased her. It was all about pleasing her, wasn't it?

The third time Matt went with Lenka to New York was the final time they were together. The first night was great, really great and he was becoming so used to her that he no longer thought of her fifty-five as being approaching senior citizen age. But on the second night he came home after a movie to find a guy in bed with her. Neither seemed fussed that he'd walked in on them.

"Oh pack your bag and get another room Matt."

Absolutely furious with her Matt packed his bag and instead of asking for another room went on to the airport and next morning went into the office and resigned, effective immediately. The manger of HR said he would be penalized for leaving without adequate notice, breaking his contract.

"Do what you must do Milly but I suggest you forward everything to Mrs Cassidy office for her action on her return tomorrow. Please insert a note that I expect her to consider my termination favorably."

"Very well Matt. I'm sorry you are leaving us. Good luck. Under this abrupt termination Mrs Cassidy is unlikely to speak about you favorably should your prospective new employer contact her. She is not that type of person."

"Then I would reap what I deserve but I believe you are mistaken."

The weather was becoming colder and Matt was not upset he'd tossed in a job with a $66,000 salary, thinking with the experienced he'd gained he was now worth at least another 20K. Was he being big-headed? He didn't think so but wished he had an MBA. He could win a big job if he received Lenka's endorsement. If she called him he must not bawl her out.

That night he decided to chase warmer weather and have some time off to think. However by the time he arrived in LA he had it all worked out. He hadn't worked effectively as an administration executive since transferring to the Sky Floor. His primary function had been to act as Lenka's toy boy, prostituting himself. God, how low can you go? If Bettina Fields found out she'd bury her boot up his butt.

He booked into quite a good hotel, taking a room without a view to save a bit of money, but knowing it was time to spend some of his money on himself. 

Lenka called him on his first day in LA. He was lunching at a beach, thinking about renting a place and buying a car.

"Hi where are you?"

"LA."

"I regret doing that to you. I had not seen Tony for four years."

"It's fine, I'm over it."

"What will you do now?"

"Find something soon. I'm taking a few days to work out a personal life plan."

"Good thinking. You sound okay and that makes me happy."

"You and I had gotten on well Lenka, much to my surprise. You are a special kind of woman."

"I know. I've instructed HR to pay out your full entitlements plus a $10,000 bonus for what I call 'upset' and that means different things to different people."

"God that's generous of you."

"You're worth it. Be careful where you stick it. Call me soon."

"Bye and thanks Lenka."

INITIAL FAILURE IN LA

Two weeks later Matt was in the waiting room of the plush offices of an attorney, William B. Ryder. He'd been one of three short-listed applicants for a specialist job and Mr Ryder had selected him for the position subject to final approval from Mrs Watkins-Mace, a mega-wealthy widow who lived on the entire top floor of a five-star downtown hotel. She required a property manager to replace the one now facing jail after thieving from her.

An assistant in a white dress so tight that the babe appeared to have difficultly breathing came up to him, pushed her chest out at Matt and said, "Mrs Watkins-Mace has arrived Mr Weaver. Please come through."

Matt followed the most arousing butt he'd even seen, feeling an erection taking shape. Dammit. There was not place to hide.

Run?

He grinned his way into the office hoping Mrs Whatshername wouldn't cast a bored look at his boner.

Smoothie Ryder glided over and took Matt's arm and said, "This is our Mr Matt Weaver, Mrs Watkins-Mace.

"He passes on body and looks especially his smile and general presentation. Speak to me young man."

"May I sit facing you Mrs Watkins-Mace? It's how business should be conducted rather one party sitting, the other standing."

"What if I want it this way?"

"Then I'd comply and hide my displeasure."

She smiled and said sit and looked at his groin. Fortunately the boner had expired.

"Shall I sit?" asked Mr Smoothie with a grin that would turn the heart of an Iron Maiden.

"No take a walk Will. Give me ten minutes with Mr Weaver."

As he reached the door Will froze momentarily upon hearing Matt asked, "Look why don't you call me Matt and I call you Anna. We are not here to sign an international treaty."

"Fine. What do you know about me Matt?"

"Not a lot. I read your profile on your web page obviously written by someone in PR. I suggest you replace it with one you have written. It will be warmer."

"Am I not here to interview you?"

"Oh yes, of course. You are very, very wealthy, your husband died tragically, you can be very difficult at times and your last property manager may have got away with almost $1 million in unaccounted rents."

"Are you setting out to goad me?"

"No rather that convert everything to diplomatic language I'm giving what I know about you straight. It is important that I play everything straight with you Anna and treat you like I'd treat my own mother if she were alive. You will appreciate it is rare indeed for a son to steal for his mother."

"What is the most memorable thing you ever did for your mother?"

"She died of throat cancer when I was twenty. The day after the funeral I burnt down her house in an isolated part of the county because it contained all of her possessions. As I would be leaving I knew she'd be horrified at the thought of people going through our ramshackle home and picking through things left behind to find something they liked. I guess I call it doing the decent thing."

Anna looked at him and then said to go and find Will.

When the two men returned Anna said, "I trust this young man Will so the only outstanding issues are experience and salary and conditions."

"Is there something about his work experience that unsettles you Mrs Watkins-Mace?"

"Yes, listen to this," she said. "Matt worked stacking bags in a grain grinding mill, became manager of a small feed and ranch supplies depot, was assistant office manager at a realty office in Maine and then was manager of the business law division of a law office in Boston and then manager of the executive floor of that law office and then resigned to come to LA to and I quote, 'find my place in the world of business'. It is not an impressive record of experience."

Will said, "Agreed it's not an overly impressive work record. However Mrs Watkins-Mace, let me say what I learned and surmised which may explain why I short-listed Matt. Actually it's quite a career launch of amazing quick leaps. That mill job built his body and taught him how to survive amongst a big bunch of tough men. I have checked out to find this information."

"During the time Matt was at the feed store and was promoted to the position of manager, it's turnover increased three-fold and he received monthly performance bonuses for twenty-five months in a row before leaving."

"He worked in every department of the real estate office, one of Maine's largest and most successful realty firms and qualified to sell and manage properties and then returned to act as assistant office manager. I was told by the managing partner he was the most successful administration recruit they've ever had. While there he completed his bachelor's degree in Business Administration. Now the thing about this position was he didn't have to study to sell real estate; he appealed to do it to give him closer understanding of the work of sales people and the total sales process."

"I've spoken to the managing partner of the law firm in Boston and she gave me a glowering testimonial of the administrative capabilities and legal knowledge of our Mr Weaver. Mrs Lenka Cassidy..."

"I know of her," Anna said. "She presents a half-hour program on one of the TV networks every Thursday at 2:00 called 'Women and the Law' and I always try to watch it live. She is so good and has a huge following."

"Well that does sound impressive," Will said. "Mrs Cassidy said Matt accompanied her to the White House as her special personal assistant. She was permitted to take only one person so she chose Matt because she trusted him, he delivered sound opinions and..."

"That's enough Will. You are hired Matt on a three-year contract. Now what about salary?"

"I thought $88,000."

"I was thinking $85,000 but I'm increasing that to $100,000 plus performance bonuses as stated in your contract. That higher sum will possibly reduce the chances of your stealing from me. You have an office on the second floor of a quality building not far from the beach and basement parking. The vehicle is a Chevy... what is it Will?"

"A high spec Equinox."

"You will have one girl in the office; we have maintenance and emergency call-outs handled by contractors. All of my apartment buildings have sea views. As Will has explained you will manage and arrange the sale and the assessment and purchase of new apartment properties but not exceeding the limit I have set for a property portfolio of $40 million."

"Thank you Anna. That's great. When do I start?"

"This afternoon. There's a mess to clean up."

"Right, I'm on to it. Where's my contract to peruse Will?"

"Here. I'll write in $100,000 dollars now. Call me once you have approved it and with any changes and I'll get clean final copies printed out and call you in for signing."




Matt's Adventures



"Right. Give me the address of the office and I'll go there now."

* * * 

Matt found the job uninspiring. The office girl was old and ugly with a nice voice and because all inquiries and complaints were phoned in it didn't matter what she looked like. But she moaned all the time about anything, especially her husband. He stuck to it thinking he might try to wriggle out of his contract after two years. Three months on Anna called and told him to meet her at a restaurant.

Over seafood crepes Anna told him, "Matt I regret to advise your job is about to disappear. I have been approached to sell my property holdings to a corporate operator."

"Oh."

"You'll be compensated."

"Good."

"I'm really sorry Matt and this will happen soon, with planned settlement in ninety days."

"The only downside of this for me is I'm in the process of establishing myself in LA."

"I know but crap happens. Look I'm giving you three months' notice when your salary ends and you'll receive a termination payment of $200,000 in compensation for early ending of your contract."

"Make that one mil."

"Funny boy."

They stared at one another and Matt folded. "Okay I accept."

"Thanks. I'm off so you pay for your meal and for Mrs Gunn who will join you in about ten minutes. She is at the hair salon. She'll offer you a business proposition."

That didn't work out. Mrs Gunn, widow of an attorney, wanted Matt to be her chauffer and boyfriend. She was just shy of turning forty but appeared clapped out on drugs or booze or both. 

Matt let her down graciously and when she said she didn't want any more wine or food he said he'd pay the bill, including for her salad and whiskies, on the way out. She didn't bother to thank him.

Despondent, angry that his purpose in life was turning into dust, Matt drove to the beach and leaving the car was struck to the ground by a jogger and she hurled over him and he somehow bounced and rolled over her.

"Get off me," she groaned. "God you are heavy. I apologize. Is anything hurt?"

"Just my pride. I didn't look did I?"

"Nope." 

He pulled her to her feet and amazingly for such a big impact collusion she still had on her sunhat and big eyeshades.

"Jesus you're Hanna Weaver without an 's'."

"How did you manage to recognize me under this sunhat and me hiding behind these big glasses?"

"Your forehead at the hairline is a give-away. Also your cute nose and the size of your tits..."

"Hold it pal, I don't want you dissecting what I have below my belt. Yes my hairline is distinctive, a couple of photographers have told me that but that only shows when I have my hair pulled back like this."

"Are you hurt?"

"No I come off a ranch. Ranch girls are bred tough. Are you an agent or some kamikaze mug attempting to be hurt in accidents to win insurance claims?"

"No, it's because of our names that I became a fan and had a big publicity photo on my bedroom wall before it was destroyed when I burnt down our house."

"Oh god, you're a crank?"

"No way."

"A stalker?"

"I'd love to stalk you but no."

"What then?"

"My name is Matt Weaver without an 's'. Most people meeting me call me Weavers."

"I experience that too."

"So Hanna, the only motivation to make me a fan is your surname. You know your acting is only so-so."

"God you are rude."

"Let's go and have coffee. I owe you."

"What for being rude to me? I'll have you know nobody has ever criticized my acting to my face before this."

"No I owe you for allowing you to knock me down cleanly. We could have had accidental sex in the collusion or even worse you could have been hurt."

"So you'd rate having sex with me as being bad?"

"Did I say that?"

"Yes more or less."

"Sorry I've had a bad day; I am to lose my job."

"Join the club. My agent called an hour ago that I've lost a major role that we both thought I all but had in my palm."

"I could tell you what to change to make you a better actress."

"What wear fewer or no clothes?"

"Oh why didn't I think of that?"

Hanna smiled and said she would have coffee. "There is something almost appealing about you. I'm not saying I not longer regard you as a threat but my anxiety about that is diminishing. The fact that you asked me for coffee rather than a drink has helped allay my concern."

Matt grinned. "I was going to suggest booze after coffee."

"God you are impossible," Hanna giggled. "Come on, let's get coffee and then tell me your woes. Aunty Hanna has a sympathetic ear Mr Weaver.

"You are much warmer than you appear on-screen."

"Oh god, here we go again. I've never been told that before, not even by the hardest-ass director."

"I've only said these things because I believe you need to know if you are going to turn your career around."

She sighed and looked irritated. "I pay big money to conceal that fall-off and you come in off the street and reveal you know about it?"

"Perhaps I'm your biggest, incisively critical and supportive fan?"

"I wonder. Here's our coffee. Spill out your heart sailor."

"Huh. Oh yes... my first knowledge of you was in that low-budget production, your second film. You played Rebecca and performed strongest when in the bar in Tokyo as a European bar prostitute when propositioning Hank Rigg, an oilman from Texas."

"Ohmigod, you really are a fan with a great memory."

"Thanks. Do you know of a woman here called Anna Watkins-Mace?"

"Who doesn't? That super bitch is becoming a legend."

"I arrived in LA just over three months ago, having walked out of my job as a management executive in a big law office after being back-stabbed by my boss. I arrived without a job, without prospects and feeling dejected but knowing that would pass in a couple of days. The next day I answered an advertisement seeking a property manager with special talents and possessing, quote, unremitting honesty, unquote. For the last three months I have been managing Anna's $40 million property portfolio and she met me for lunch today to say she is pulling out of property and my employment with her ceases in three months. So that takes me back to square one..."

"... without prospects and feeling dejected but knowing that would pass in a couple of days."

"Exactly. Good memory. Now let's talk about you. Are you able to meet the producer and director behind this part that has just slipped through your fingers?"

"Perhaps but I'm obliged to do that via my agent."

"But could you ask to meet them with a friend and do that without your agent's knowledge?"

"Matt, agents are used as an intermediary to shield..."

"I know to distant directors and producers from crying and over-emotional male and female actors."

"That's rude."

"That's the truth, the reality. Try the producer. Just ask has the part gone to anyone else and if he/she says no then you ask for fifteen minutes to talk about a reconsideration."

"I'll be laughed at and told no way."

"And then you say you need the meeting to clear your concern that his/her decision was defective. That amounts to an attack on ego."

"God, I'd get my head bitten off."

"That's exactly how you are expected to think. The system has you by the balls...er whatever."

"Vulva hair?"

They laughed.

"Go off and make the call now. With luck he/she will be having mid-afternoon coffee."

"It's Bryon Galt."

"Great. With a name like that he's likely to be a focused person and will be appalled to hear someone accusing him of defective decision maker."

"Do you know Mr Galt?

"No."

"Then this is all bullshit."

"The principle applying here is known as 'turning seized mental wheels' and all it takes to make it work is huge self-belief, confidence and aggressiveness."

The actress looked interested. "Actually you sound as if you know what you are talking about."

"I read about in an article by a Russia with a name I cannot pronounce or for that matter remember."

"Oh am I being stupid or what? I'll be back within ten minutes having being abused and told to fuck off."

"Didn't I just say it takes huge self-belief, confidence and aggressiveness?

She hauled out her phone and walked after making an obscene finger gesture.

Hanna returned white-faced and sat and slumped.

"What?"

"Tomorrow morning 11:15 to 11:30 and not even thirty seconds longer and yes I may bring a confidant."

"You used the word confidant?"

"Is that a crime?"

"Oh shit."

"What?"

"You've involved me. I wanted him to believe this is all you. Right on your skates, we have strategy to plan. Where do you live?"

"Is this a plan to get into my pants?"

"Hanna please...huge self-belief. Don't lose focus."

"Right let's go to your car and please don't knock me over."

They went to her apartment and sat facing each other and talked to develop strategy. Matt left shortly before 11:00 and thought Hanna looked uneasy about his lack of interest in her beyond talking and voicing his opinions.

At the door he kissed her firmly and whispered, "I'm not gay."

As he walked away Matt grinned thinking her smiled meant she was so relieved to hear that explanation. But then his smile faded as he had a negative through.

"Christ, she was probably thinking thank heavens he's leaving at last; what a bore."

And then it became even worse. Matt modified that to what a condescending, crashing bore.

He looked around to kick a cat but they were hidden in the shadows.

Fuck.

It was so frustrating. He'd been able to explain his intensity in trying to show Hanna she needed to lift her game a few notches if she were to succeed.

Matt decided to stick with what he'd started until the momentum he'd created for her ran out of puff.

* * *

The producer Byron Galt, sitting with a male aide, heard Hanna's presentation that lasted just ten minutes."

"Is that all?"

"Yes Mr Galt."

"You have been totally unconvincing but I rather liked the concept of challenging me. Very few people do. It was intelligently conceived and you articulated it well Hanna but the decision stands, the lead goes to someone else. Thank you and nice meeting you Mr er non-related Weaver (Hanna had introduced Matt in those words)."

"Thank you Byron. You've made yourself clear. So is the part of best supporting actress in this planned film available to Hanna?"

"Show them out Lonny."

Walking to Matt's car Hanna sighed and said that was a waste of time and Matt had embarrassed her further by asking for a role for her.

"Sorry. I get passionate."

She smiled almost knowingly and said they should go somewhere for coffee.

"No dump me now and go off in a cab. Eliminate me incisively."

"No Matt."

"Why not?"

She looked across the roof of his car at him as he opened his door. "Because I'm thinking of dumping my two casual boyfriends and taking up with you if you're interested. As you say you have passion and I think that's what I need round me and you are also fresh into LA. I was going to suggest this move over coffee."

"Jump in," he grinned. "We're off to have coffee."

Over coffee they agreed to live together to see how it went. They decided on Hanna's apartment because it was larger and more luxurious.

"Hanna, will you do something for me?"

"Yes providing it's legal?"

They laughed.

"If I give you $20,000 will you take advanced acting tuition, one-on-one with the request to be taught intensively how to act with soul."

That startled Hanna. "You'll know nothing about acting?"

"Ah but I know what I like as a viewer and I am quite expert at dissecting comparisons in a great number of situations. You act with passion as appropriate but never quite convincingly for me. I think the missing link is slightly hold back your total commitment to what you are doing as a performer. You soul needs to tell you that you are performing, not acting. If I am correct a good tutor might help you get that right."

"I can't believe you will risk investing in me."

"You can keep the money if you can't afford to pay my interest-free loan back."

"You don't understand. I have plenty of money and my parents are wealthy. It's just... (she swallowed) ... your depth of interest in me."

"Nice of you to say that Hanna and I can't wait to get my hands on your body, but I would like your comment on my allegation about that missing link?"

"Well how about this. I will contract for tuition, but using my money. I have no work ahead of me at present. As for getting your hands on me, let's go to my apartment right now."

"Excellent responses Hanna. You do have exceptional talent."

They laughed and left arm in arm.

Hanna didn't have much to take off because she'd dressed to look sexy for the interview.

Matt unhooked the bra and buried his mouth but heard her giggle and say, "I think that proved you've got a girl out of her bra many times."

He bit a nipple in response. 

She howled and seized him in developing passion.

Matt knew it was the best body he'd ever slobbered over. He skin and the contours were all so beautiful and he liked the way she'd left some hair round her pussy. He lifted a foot and kissed the toes with painted nails and thought she was being rocked with orgasms. Perhaps it was only her writhing, urging him silently to get on with it. She'd told him she preferred not to suck and he'd said that was fine. But she jerked him for a while and did so softly and he thought perhaps with feeling.

Although Hanna looked far superior to most women, Matt was almost astonished to discover pussy was pussy. The inner lips protruded slightly and the arousal odor was what he was used to. He had no idea what he'd been expecting but shrugged in acceptance.

The twenty-five year old short-cropped blonde helped steer it in and she certainly felt good and soon adjusted to squeeze around him. Her encouraging 'oohs' were appreciated. 

The sex was good. Yes, only good. Matt knew he'd been overly optimistic expecting it to feel like being hurled into space. Although Anna looked so near-perfect and looked something like a sex goddess, this had been their first encounter and anyway, good was almost good enough and perhaps it was his performance that had been slightly off.

He went to the bathroom as Hanna scrambled for her cell phone. When he returned she was looking at Matt in awe.

"What?"

"That was my agent. I am required to commence auditions for a role this Friday."

"Good. You seemed pleased."

"Mr Galt wants me to audition for the principal supporting female in the film about Olivia Hampton. The role is Nikita, Olivia's best friend. I had been considered to play Olivia. This opportunity has come because of your bullish pitch." 

"Bullish?"

She laughed and reminded him she'd been raised on a ranch. "The meaning is uninvited aggression but I now love you for bucking Hollywood protocol. Nikita in the novel is a disloyal bitch; so being a person without soul I ought to be perfect for it."

"You have soul. You just limit your passion, perhaps unintentionally."

"Oh do I buster? Then come to bed for your reward. I'll show you passion."

Matt got to really blow his rocks off and decided well the drama coach wouldn't have too difficult a job. He'd just discovered Hanna could release passionately when pushed.

She was almost asleep.

"You still will take advanced coaching."

"Yes."

"Promise."

'Yes."

"Good girl."

She kissed him a fell asleep.

Matt lay awake. He was assisting Hanna to realign her professional direction but what about realigning his own life. 

He wasn't to know Hanna would do that for him.

Next day Hanna and Matt were having lunch in a classy, quiet restaurant. She'd said she was paying as part of her reward for Matt being 'so inspirational'.

Matt noticed the reserved table was set for three but did not comment on that. Instead remembering what had happened when they awoke at dawn he grinned and said, "I really enjoy being fucked by you."

The beautiful pink on Hanna's face was a joy to see.

An over-weight guy in an ill-fitting white suit but long graying hair pulled back and fastened into a ponytail approached the table. He appeared to be fifty-plus.

Hanna jumped up and hugged him and Action Man or whoever he thought he was kissed her cheek while taking in Matt with a one-eyed cool stare. The other eye was blocked from view.

"Hi baby."

He didn't pat Hanna's ass.

"Matt Weaver, this is Barrie Stone, my agent."

The two men greeted with a handshake, using each other's first name.

"So you are a fast operator, taking up with Hanna just hours after meeting her."

"Did Hanna tell you that?"

"Yes."

"Then it must be true."

Barrie grinned. "My advice to you son is go carefully where you put your nose in this city. LA has more revenue-grubbing attorneys than any other city on the planet."

"It would pay me to remember that advice Barrie."

Barrie smiled and said, "Yeah he does have a way with him baby."

Hanna blushed and said, "Thank you Barrie. I knew you two would gel."

"Huh?" Matt muttered.

"Hanna has dragged me here despite my busy schedule to meet you."

"Busy schedule? Is that code for saying you were doing nothing so accepted the invitation?"

They grinned.

Barrie said, "She thinks you should be working for me."

Matt's grin evaporated. He looked at Hanna and she smiled cutely.

Matt wondered how a one-man business could afford him. Hanna had screwed up but why hadn't Barrie told her that?

"I run an agency that's in the top ten and have seventeen people on my payroll. Hanna has suggested I revive my office's property investment consultancy that lapsed when I failed to find a consultant I could trust."

"Well you are not in the position to know you can trust me."

"Yeah right. You wouldn't be fucking Hanna if she didn't trust you and besides when that insufferable bitch Anna Watkins-Mace says she'd trust you with her life that's as big as any testimonial gets."

Matt asked stupidly, "You know Anna that well?"

"She invests in some of my fledging clients, underwriting their living expenses while they try to get going and she retains a small percent share on their earnings if they get going. So do you accept? Anna paid you a hundred thou. Let's see how you go, staring on 89K. What do you say?"

"Let me look at what's involved and learn more about you first."

"That's a quality answer buddy. I wouldn't have been too sure of you had you said yes and accepted."

"I would have thought you would have known Hanna would only accept a quality person so I gave you the response you expected."

"Oh very sharp," Barrie said and they laughed. "Well let's have more beers and mineral water for Anna." 

He raised his hand and a waitress came almost running.

* * *

After three intensive weeks of drama coaching and winning the contract to play the role of Nikita, Hanna took a 10-day vacation. She invited Matt to accompany her if Anna Watkins-Mace would allow him to take that time off; he was only marking time with her anyway because business deals had ceased.

On the flight to Houston Matt asked, how large was the ranch.

"Not very large, just enough with a little over to provide hay to feed the 300 or so cattle that dad and my brother have in feed lots. Grain and other supplementary feeds are trucked in."

"Oh I thought the family would have a million acres and heaps of guys punching cattle."

Hanna really laughed at that. "God you've seen too many Westerns. Those days are about over and although there are more than thirteen million beef cattle in Texas, these days cattle tend not to make ranchers millionaires and in fact bankrupt more and more of them."

"But I thought your parents were wealthy Texans?"

"Actually we hail originally from Montana. Dad and mom made their money investing in real estate in Houston and Dallas. You may be surprised when you meet dad. See him in a suit and listen to him talk and you could easily think you were talking to a high powered businessman from LA or Phoenix."




Matt's Adventures



"But not Chicago or New York?"

She shrugged and said, "Our thinking doesn't extend that far east."

The parents had a luxurious RV and took the young couple to Corpus Christi, San Antonio and up to Austin and back to Houston. The parents had just assumed their daughter was sleeping with Matt and gave them the double bed.

On the flight home Hanna squeezed Matt's hand and said, "Mom is so excited about you. Dad said you were okay and that's pretty big on approval for him."

"I like them too."

"That's lovely. So what about me."

And so the courtship commenced.

Entering Barrie's offices to begin work Matt was delighted to find Barrie's people had contacted everyone on their books and he had a list of seventeen people interested in property investment and so began contacting them to learn of their requirements. They spoke to their friends and soon Matt was so busy that Barrie assigned him a fulltime assistant. It was all go.

Just before Hanna was due to prepare for filming that next weekend Matt took Hanna to show where it had all begun for him. They went to Clarence and booked into the best but so-so hotel before going across to meet the very excited Bettina Fields. The two women got along well, Hanna being ever so sweet. Bettina spread the word that Matt was back with 'a film star' and although it appeared no one had seen Hanna on screen those who gathered accepted Bettina's word for it. They had a huge night that evening at the hotel.

Next day Matt and Hanna visited his mother's grave.

Hanna produce flowers and Matt said, "They won't last much beyond a day in this heat."

'It doesn't matter darling. It's the gesture and thought behind it that counts."

Matt was very pleased to see wild flowers growing over the decaying charred remains of the house. 

"The ashes of your publicity poster as a juvenile actress are under there somewhere."

"Oooh, I like the thought of that Matt. Did you masturbate looking at my picture?"

"I cannot say Hanna. At that time your were under-age."

She giggled and they kissed and looking at the gravesite Hanna said, "I love you Matt."

Without a word he looked towards the grave and then turned and looked intensely at Hanna. From his inside pocket Matt produced a small square dark blue velvet-covered box.

"Oh Matt," Hanna said, taking it with shaking hands.

* * *

Matt and Hanna lived together very happily, with Matt's home-playing role intelligently focused on reducing the tension Hanna brought home with her from the pressures of her professional career. Her career was going well and candid photographs of her began appearing in newspapers and magazines, often accompanied by Matt who was described as 'a successful investor consultant for Hollywood's elite' or similar wording and thus building his reputation.

The film called 'Olivia Hampton, Story-teller', about hot romance writer Olivia Hampton of the 1930s, who'd successfully fought court battles to get bans on her books lifted in some states, created quite a stir and did reasonable well at the box office. Hanna as leading support actress received good mentions in reviews and she felt pleased and flattered. 

Barrie her agent had cautioned Hanna against getting married too soon in a career that was beginning to take off. She had another film in final production and had just secured the lead as Jessica Monk, an unknown FBI agent whose sensationally verified story was about to be released as a book called 'Jessica M'. The film would also be called 'Jessica M'.

After having dinner with the director of 'Jessica M' and his wife, with the director hiring Matt to come up with property investment proposals for him, Matt and Hanna stayed behind for another drink.

"Are you sad about the advice we should not be married for up to five years from now?" Matt asked Hanna. "We have talked about this but I feel both of us have pussy-footed on it a bit."

"You know I was pragmatic about it," she smiled. "I accepted it as sound advice for my career. What about you?"

"I've been thinking," Matt said gravely. "As far as I'm concerned I think of us as already married."

"Exactly. I do too Matt and am so happy hearing you say that."

THE END