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Outwitting Micki's Father

By: Egmont Grigor



CHAPTER 1

The slightly over-weight thirty-something (actually thirty) brunette with arresting near-luminous eyes was working hard in the office gym when Riley Lewis from her office entered as she lifted light weights, feet on the floor and stretched back on the padded bench.

"Gosh Micki your crotch is almost dripping and look at the pool under your breasts. Your armpits must be in line to become cesspits."

"Run along you scurrilous lying a-hole," snorted the attorney to the latest new recruit she'd been asked to pamper. The guy was a senior partner's nephew who'd graduated from an obscure law school. His suitability for sophisticated urban living was zilch. The general opinion in Riley's department was he should be placed in a refrigerated meat container and shipped back home.

"You'd have a great body if you weren't so fat."

Rage ripped through Micki. She wondered if she could hurl one of the 10lb dumb bells at his head without killing him, leaving him with just a headache. Reason returned. She heard in disbelief her voice say, "Want to go out for a wine?"

"Yeah," he grinned. "Providing no one sees me with you. Do you have sunglasses? I'm off to shower. Catch you in the foyer but don't keep me waiting too long."

Before stripping to shower Micki -- only Michelle when introducing herself to clients or when being with her parents -- felt her crotch. God it was damp. Had he really seen perspiration on her black leotard? She very much doubted it. In the shower she thought darkly she ought to fuck the cheeky swine and give him an STD, only she didn't have any, at least not to her knowledge.

Micki was putting on her sunglasses when her phone rang. Oh, it was her mom calling and not a-hole.

"Hi mom."

"Hi darling. Just a reminder the family is here for dinner tomorrow night."

"Oh Christ, I'd forgotten."

"Is that a way a girl should speak to her mother?"

"Sorry mom."

"Thank you darling. Seven-thirty for cocktails and don't forget you promised to bring a partner. Everyone is expecting to see if your tastes have refined."

"Yes mother."

"You sound doubtful. You do have your partner at the ready?"

"Yes mother."

Her mom said goodbye sweetheart and cut the call.

Oh god Micki sighed darkly. Yes she had promised to turn up and had said she'd bring a partner. But it was Friday night and everyone would be dating or gone away for the weekend, males that is.

Asshole?

She shuddered at the thought but then a wicked thought rifled through her. YES! Take him and he'd leave her family horrified, her mother deciding yes her baby daughter would be better off in New York in Uncle David's law office and in a city where men were men. They were, weren't they? Judging by TV series and films made there she wasn't so sure.

She found Ass... er lovely Riley dozing on a sofa outside the gym entrance. "You are so lovely to wait for me Riley."

He looked at her -- she thought appreciatively -- but then: "Flash your tits at me as a penalty for making me wait."

"Oh that wouldn't be a penalty Riley. For that you'd have to ask me to urinate on you."

"Eh, what's up with you? Can we go?"

"Yes darling and please take my arm."

"Darling... arm?"

"They are well-founded words in the English language Riley, even in that dog box state where you originate."

"Victoria?"

"There's no such state called Victoria."

"Oh yeah, didn't you read my CV? As head of department you are supposed to do before my induction."

"I was busy."

"That's a dumb ass thing a woman would say."

"I am a woman in case you haven't noticed."

Riley snorted and said even bulls had tits. 

She had no idea what that meant.

They had three drinks and then Micki said she had a headache but before she left she wanted to ask him for a favor.

And now, twenty-three hours later she was driving Riley to her parent's home. 

At first he wouldn't get into the vehicle, saying she didn't appear to be a trustworthy driver. She shook her head looking at him. She'd said dress formally so he was wearing a business suit with a yellow tie overprinted with tiny red bras. Meanwhile he'd gotten tired of her staring at him so stepped into the SUV, checked his seat belt three times and groaned when he asked how many air bags did the vehicle have and Micki, lying, replied, "What are air bags?"

Micki pressed the code on her electronic hand control and the heavy gates swung open.

"Oh your parents live in a gated community?"

"Yes I suppose they do if you count residential help."

"What does that mean?"

"Patience darling."

"Why are you calling me darling. Are we going to fuck?"

Micki looked at him with all the distaste she could muster but he didn't appear upset. In fact he grinned and said she had enough fat on her to be rather a good fuck. 

She shrieked instead of vomiting and accelerated up the tight winding driveway at almost 30 mph leaving him pinned against his seat and gripping the grab handle in near terror.

Micki's gowned and bejeweled mother came out alone to greet them. Her mouth dropped when she saw what Riley was wearing. As soon as the introductions had been made Zena grabbled him by the hand and said, "Come with me Riley. My husband Ralph has a tuxedo he is long past fitting. Michelle please go in and be with the family. You are a minute late."

Zena emerged with the suit and ordered Riley to strip. She said, "Very impressive but you can put your boxers back on young man."

Two minutes later Zena pressed against Riley, tying his bow tie.

"You have great tits ma'am."

"Why thank you Riley. I'm glad someone around here appreciates them. May I please ask you not to be quite so intimate with me if other people are around."

"Certainly ma'am."

Conversation in the library stopped when Riley entered with Zena on his arm. Micki only just caught her empty daiquiri glass from falling. Her mother had even done his hair! She felt her gut muscles tighten and resisted the urge to rub a breast. Ohmigod, it couldn't be him. The transformation was too incredible. He was even standing straight instead of slouching.

"Everyone, attention please," Zena called. "This is Michelle's young man Riley Lewis. Please welcome him into our midst."

"Nice one Micki -- you've got a real hunk at last," called a woman only a couple of years older. Riley was introduced to her as Micki's older sister Irene. Her husband and her two brothers and wives appeared faceless throughout drinks and dinner.

As the turtle soup was being served, Ralph said from the head of the table, "And what does your father do young man?"

"He's an international diplomat and has just been recalled to Australia. It's possible he will be Australia's next Ambassador to the States but rumors are flying about other diplomats as well."

"Are you Australian?"

"Yes sir. That's why I don't quite speak like you guys."

Micki's expression took on the appearance of someone having been shot.

"But Michelle told me you came from some little place called Victoria."

"Yes, the state of Victoria is not very large compared with all other Australian mainland states. I believe it is a little smaller than Wyoming or Oregon but larger than Utah or Minnesota."

"Well, kick a squirrel. Do you know Crocodile Dundee?"

"The fictitious character in a couple of films? No sir but I did see the guy who played the character, Paul Hogan, in a shopping mall in Melbourne."

"Melbourne Australia?"

"Yes sir. It's the capital city of Victoria."

"Well, well. I understand you work for me?"

"No sir, Micki I mean Michelle is my assigned boss."

"But Micki I mean Michelle works for Penn and Masters Law, established by my grandfather and my grand uncle."

"If you say so sir I work for you and Micki I mean Michelle is simply the department head in charge of my immersion into your international business law department."

"Right and don't you forget it son."

"I really don't care shit who's my boss as long as I get paid big bucks sir."

People at the table gasped.

Ralph roared with laughter. "Son, you have balls. Call me Ralph. Both my father and my grandfather would have pasted that label on you. Now you used improper language at this table. Apologize."

Riley stood and faced Mrs Penn. "Zena..."

"Who gave you permission to call my wife by her first name?"

"Zena did sir. Now may I get on with it?"

There was no reply.

"Zena, I apologize for using undiplomatic English at your table and I apologize unreservedly to you and to Mr Penn and to everyone else here."

"Thank you Riley."

"Zena, are you going to ask Ralph to apologize for using that unbecoming reference to balls?"

Zena laughed. "Yes Riley and why not? Please sit down. Ralph, I want you to apologize please."

Ralph, his face tinged purple, duly apologized.

"Ralph, does that mean I'm done for at Pen and Masters Law?"

The head of the family put down his glass and appeared to be considering his words carefully. "Of course not son. We need attorneys with balls like you have and be damned if I'll apologize again for being outspoken."

"Bravo," Zena laughed, and clapped and the family and Riley joined her. Lively family conversation followed, leaving Riley out in the cold but then Zena began pressing her thigh against his right leg and Micki with her shoe off was pushing her stocking foot up and down his left leg. From that Riley deduced Zena was just being the perfect hostess while Micki was displaying intent.

"You will stay tonight won't you darlings. I've had your old room made up for you two Michelle."

"Thank you. That's better than driving home drunk. You are a darling mommy."

"Yes thank you Zena," Riley said, and lowering his voice added, "Are you aware Micki and I have never slept together?"

"No. Ohmigod, you are such a gentleman Riley. You have my permission to pin her to the mattress tonight."

"Oooh I do love having a manipulative mom," Micki said, eyes burning brightly.

"Well I don't want you marrying some poor guy and he finding you are a virgin rather than being fully experienced. I understand things are rather universally immoral these days."

"Yes mommy. Absolutely."

"Absolutely," breathed Riley.

As Michelle led Riley up the stairs, he watching intrigued as her ass appeared to by gyrating abnormally, he said, "Your brothers and sisters and partners acted almost like zombies until conversation turned to family matters?"

"Yes, father dominates."

She felt a hand slide over her ass and giggled. "I can't believe you stood up to my father so stupidly."

"Don't you mean courageously?"

"No stupidly. Your career was and probably still is on the line. I'm aware you have balls, speaking rudely as you do to me your supervisor, but tonight you were speaking with reckless disregard. How could you do that to a man who terrorizes?"

"My father used to dominate until I wore him down."

"Ohmigod. And that's why you became an attorney... you'd learned to team your brain with your mouth?"

"We call attorneys lawyers or even solicitors in Australia. No, I became a lawyer because like you my father and grandfathers were lawyers."

"Good heavens. We do have one thing in common," Micki said irreverently, taking him by the hand and leading him to her boudoir.

"This room is almost the size of most people's entire apartment or house."

"Well yes, but I should not be blamed for that."

Riley grinned and said. "Perfect answer."

Moments later the flaming-face Micki said in the dressing room, "You're not going to stand here and watch me undress are you?"

"Yes."

"How dare you."

"If I'm to fuck you I'm entitled to see what I'm getting."

"But you slur me with jibes that I'm fat."

"Bordering on exaggeration, I assure you. I like my women with a bit of meat on them. I can't stand those stylish skinny bitches."

"Riley, you can't call them that."

"In case you didn't hear I just did."

Riley groaned and almost sobbing said, "Oh why me!"

Riley and Micki was nude at the bed, Riley performing cunnilingus when Zena in a semi translucent nightgown swept into the room, adjusted her vision with a little gasp and said darlings were not to mind her. Her daughter squirmed, attempting to sit up but Riley held her down with a strong palm anchored between her tits and didn't miss a stroke.

"Oh Michelle, I wasn't aware you shaved?"

"Mother!"

"All right, all right. I'm going. I was just bringing in Riley's clothes for the morning."

The instant the door closed Micki groaned and erupted on to Riley's face.

"Ohmigod," she panted. "Sorry, no time to warn you. Could you push it in now -- I'm so aroused I'll scream if you don't."

Always one to assist women in need, Riley pushed his fat cock in and Micki gurgled and told him he was such a good boy and that she was protected. He went at her tits like a terrier and within minutes had her bucking again.

Panting and groaning she crawled up to the pillows and turned away, saying she must sleep, that she was desperately tired. Riley took her again, this time from the rear, and just as he was about to ejaculate she slammed back into him repeatedly and he flooded her, drawing a satisfied "Thank you."

Micki awoke Riley at dawn and said they should go, that her family was never nice in the morning with hangovers. "And I think my mom is out to fuck you."

"Cripes, let's go," he replied, wild-eyed. They dressed and dumped the sheets in a pile in the bathroom for the housemaid to deal with and left.

"You drive," Micki said. "Now that you're fucking me I ought to trust you driving me."

"Are we to fuck regularly?"

Micki licked her lips. "Stop just before the gates and I'll answer your question appropriately."

CHAPTER 2

Micki called Riley into her office and asked how was he doing?

"Making progress. Um, I thought I was to see you socially?"

"It's only been two days. I don't need to be fucked hourly."

"Well there are other things we could do together?"

"Like what? We have nothing else in common."

"We could go to a baseball game, watch soccer, visit art galleries, go to my gun club, ride horses..."

"What?"

"Hire horses and ride cross-country. There's a reputable outfit at Newlands."

"I didn't know you rode."

"You hadn't bothered to ask because you're so up yourself."

"I am not and don't you dare talk..."

"Can it Micki. You're not talking to one of your subservient jerks so you're wasting your time."

"Bring me the Mercer and the Armstrong files."

"Am I fired?"

"I wish. No I will reassign them. Mr Wilson, a senior partner, has given me a file and a briefing. The client is Mrs Dearborn, my aunt, my father's youngest sister. Father is out to test you darling; his fingerprints are all other this. Mr Wilson has instructed you are to receive no assistance. Translated this means the chairman is testing you; if you succeed you win promotion but if you fail you are gone from here."

"Either way I can't lose."

"What do you mean?"

"If I'm promoted I'm out of this department and if I'm fired I'm also away from you."

To Riley's astonishment Micki snapped at him to take the file and leave her and he saw tears.

Shaking his head he left her office. 

Riley called Mrs Deerborn and left a message. He tried again and she answered and made no reply when he'd said he'd left her a message to call back.

"I have been assigned to find a remedy to your legal problem Mrs Deerborn."

"What part of Australia are you from?

Pleased that someone could recognize an accent, he said, "Victoria."

"Oh."

"Oh what?"

"I do like Melbourne. I presume business law as practiced in Australia is similar to here?"

"In some respects but with your legal problem we are dealing with English law and fortunately I am very familiar with international business law."

"And I am suppose to understand that."

"No but I shall keep you briefed so you have clear understanding."

"Thank you. I shall come to your office at 10:00 in the morning."

"No, I'd prefer to meet over lunch. The issue is very complex and I require clear understanding of your actions, your motives and your responses to Spedding Auto Ltd."

"Why lunch. Are you thinking about attempting to seduce me?"

Taken aback, Riley dug into recover. "Mrs Deerborn. My relationship with you is totally professional. Besides I have no idea about your likes and preferences and personality."

"So how I look is of no consequence?"

"I'd have to say if we were talking of an unprofessional liaison I'd have to say yes but we are not talking that really, are we Mrs Deerborn?"

She said hmmm. "Do you know what I look like Mr Lewis?"

"No Mrs Deerborn. I'll reserve a table at Thelma's Lunch Café and..."

"I don't eat at cafes Mr Lewis. I shall book at Luigi's Restaurant. You be there at 12:30 sharp and expect me to be late."

"I'll be there at my earliest convenience Mrs Deerborn."

"I said..."

"I heard what you said and presumably you heard what I said. Do you have a problem with that Mrs Deerborn?"

"No." She cut the call.

Riley filled in time flicking through a couple of magazines at a nearby bookshop and was seated at the table at 12:50. The bitch was late. He had this feeling she'd be a stunner and would blurt everything to her brother because this was what this whole thing was about: just how reliable, patient, courteous, trustworthy and effective was young Mr Lewis? Even so, her sheer presence astonished him.

As soon as the tall pale woman with bone-blonde hair pulled straight back and her skinny frame covered in white lace entered, the maitre 'd snapped his fingers and a waitress hurried off and returned with presumably Luigi still pulling on his black jacket, Riley knew it would be her.

The guy in the black jacket kissed her on both cheeks. They exchanged a few words, both laughing, and he then arrived at the table. The guy nodded politely and pulled out madam's chair and pushed her in. "Thank you Luigi," she said and looked up at Riley who was standing.

"Oh so young."

"I can always arrange an elderly replacement."

"No, let's try you Riley. Please sit and hereon call me Matilda."

"That's an Australian name."

"I'm sure it isn't exclusively Australian Riley but yes my mother is Australian and grew up in Toorak."

"We even have a song named after you."

Matilda smiled. "I had come here not expecting to like you Riley. You surprise me."

"Is that permission to seduce you?"

"And you humor is so Australian," she said without missing a beat.

"Is your mother also Ralph's mother?"

"Yes."

"And are you aware this is a setup by Ralph, that he could have given you our best attorney in business law."

"Yes."

"Thank god for that. I had no wish to see you being unwittingly used as a pawn even if you had a body like the back end of a bus and a face like Sylvester Stallone."

She laughed and told him to ease off. That image he'd just drawn was enough to give her nightmares.

Their martinis they hadn't ordered arrived.

"Well to business. By the way, how old are you?"

"Thirty-eight."

"Looking good."

"Thank you Riley. I invest in it expensively. You said business?"

"According to my brief this British company is the last of your former husband's assets awarded you by the court that remains to be liquidated."

"Correct."

"And you want your $4 million back rather than left in the company because the return on capital invested is lousy."

"Yes."

"And your instruction is to liquidate at the least expensive way possible?"

"Correct."

"Well first we talk to them?"

"What?"

"If they dig in, legal costs could easily total $400,000 and the English Court perhaps will not order the defendants to pay your court costs amounting to perhaps $150,000."

"And your way of talking?"

"Not just chats and phone calls. I arrange a formal meeting with representatives of Spedding Auto. You and I fly there, inspect their plant so we have a better idea of what they are talking about and then we enter negotiations."


Outwitting Micki's Father



"You mean demands. I want my money."

"Listen Matilda, get off your bike..."

"How dare you talk to me in that crude manner."

"I said get off your bike. We are dealing with presumably hardened businessmen who have refused to return your capital saying it was placed with them for a fixed term of ten years, with four still to run, and there are no provisions in the documents for early repayment. I have found that to be correct. And I also found your sex-husband and the managing director of the British company were at Cambridge University together."

"Oh, we couldn't find why Reggie had invested in that strange company."

"It makes and restores racing cars. That managing director Clive Rolland and your ex husband raced cars while at university together. They met and married sisters, one of whom became your ex husband's first wife."

"Good god, how is it we couldn't found out?"

"Lack of drive to really find out I'd suspect."

"A senior partner at your firm, Clyde Wilson, had been working on this matter for me."

Riley grinned.

"What is it?"

"He was thinking of putting it in the too-hard basket and talked to your brother about it. Your brother smiled and said give it to that Australian bastard who's sniffing around my daughter."

"God, are you and..."

"Yes, just a one-night stand so far."

"But she wouldn't be able to stomach you. You are loud and crude aren't you?"

"Oh Matilda, how easy you slander me."

Matilda now had pink cheeks. "Another drink? Actually I haven't had such a stirring conversation in months. People around me have been overly nice to me; it's boring."

"So you are open to seduction?"

Matilda ran her tongue over her top lip and finally said, "Stop being naughty. You know the implications about anything you say to me; I'll be grilled by my brother."

Riley grinned and resumed talking business. "I found your ex husband's first wife Hannah has remarried and now lives in Chicago. So I went there and won her confidence and she gave me that information. It's not much but it is to our tactical advantage. We know for example about the friendship between those two guys and it warns us not to bad-mouth your ex husband when we are in England."

"You do recommend we go?"

"Yes."

"And that I travel with you?"

"No, you travel first class and choose your own hotel."

"That is being really considerate Riley. No you book business class travel and two rooms at a hotel on different floors. I'll upgrade our tickets at the airport and at the hotel upgrade us to a suite."

"A single bedroom suite?"

Matilda smiled and said a twin bedroom suite was what she had in mind. "I would like your company some of the time when we are in England but we sleep separately. Is that understood?"

"Whatever you say."

"And what kind of reply is that?"

He didn't reply and when Matilda didn't push it he knew she was thinking about having him in her bed.

Back at the office he reported to Micki, as he was required to do. The reception he received was surprisingly warm but he was disappointed she'd not mentioned her aunt was Australian but she did say something.

"Be careful, very careful of your new client Riley. Keep in mind anything you say and do of significance could be reported to my father. Regard her as a treacherous bitch. By the way, I approve of your tactics and you have permission to take her to England to pursue her claim to have her money released. I agree entirely resolution by negotiation and even formal arbitration is the way to go on this one."

"What do I do if Mrs Deerborn comes on to me?"

"Don't touch her for obvious reasons and consider yourself lucky she even considered doing it with you. That woman considers herself very top shelf. I'm surprised you two are not on first-name basis; you did have lunch."

"She's cold."

"Yes indeed. It may interest you to know her mother is Australia and came from Melbourne."

"Really? However I can't see that helping me in winning back her money for her."

"Just do your best darling."

"Darling?"

"It was just a slip. I sometimes think romantically about guys who fuck me but try to not let endearments slip." 

"So I am your darling?"

"I didn't say that."

"So I'm not your darling?"

Micki smiled thinly and said she hadn't said that.

"You sound like an attorney. By the way, I decided you have great tits."

Riley left the room grinning, having seen Micki biting her bottom lip after he'd made that departing remark. She hadn't bawled him out.

Matilda groomed the same way but wearing black on this occasion, kissed him as she would kiss a male cousin. "You ticket please." He handed it across. At the first class counter Matilda said please upgrade these tickets to first class."

"I'm sorry ma'am but the aircraft is full."

"Two seats reserved for crew will be fine. Please check my status."

The attendant looked up Matilda's name and smiled. "It's as good as done Mrs Deerborn. We always take special care of our premium clients. Your card please."

"So we've unseated two weary crew?"

"Possibly but they are probably a couple of crew on vacation. Our seats in business class are available to them."

"You're heartless."

"Oooh, a compliment at last. Thank you Riley. Now let's find out if you are sophisticated enough to entertain me on this flight."

They arrived at Gatwick after an enjoyable flight where Riley picket up a hire car and drove south.

"We are heading south -- London is behind us."

"The plant is in Southampton and that's where we are staying. This is a business mission, remember?"

"But I intended shopping in London."

"Too bad, we're staying in Southampton but you can change your return flight booking and stay on." 

"What, by myself?"

"Yep."

"God you are heartless."

"You are clever to detect that Matilda. We can always screw if you get bored with the shops in Southampton. 

"I find that comment offensive Riley."

"I apologize."

They drove on in silence until Riley could pull off the highway. "I need to punch in the address of our hotel into the GPS. Here is a brochure on Southampton's West Quay Shopping Center, one of the largest in Britain and opened in 2000."

"Oooh thank you. It looks okay. Why don't you drive straight into the city center and look for our hotel -- we ought to see the sign on the building."

"We are staying a few miles out of the city in a rural setting at a boutique hotel. It has a proper spa with cattle and two lakes on its grounds."

"Oooh."

"I have a single basic room and you have a deluxe room with a four-poster bed."

"Oooh, you are so kind."

"Ah, in the end it's your money."

"But that doesn't matter, it's the thought that counts. Here, kiss-kiss."

They kissed; a proper kiss this time. Riley made sure she saw him lick his lips as he pulled away. She continued to stare at him. He knew he was in, providing he did nothing to upset her.

* * *

They met in the bar as arrange.

"Oooh, this is nice," she said, wearing a trouser suit and possibly nothing else.

"My room is wonderful."

"That's great. Mine is okay."

"You must come up and view mine. I know, I'll order a jug of martinis to be brought to the room. We won't have other people staring at us."

"Okay."

"You are supposed to decline the invitation."

"Okay."

"No I want you in my room. I wish to be fucked."

"Christ Matilda," Riley whispered. "Keep your voice down."

She giggled and beckoned a waitress.

Matilda was skinny but did have tits and her cunt lips were fat, so that satisfied Riley enough to shaft her. He had been reluctant but after she dipped a couple of fingers into pussy and held them for him to suck he was hooked. They fucked until they could scarcely see and realized the sun had gone down.

During dinner in the restaurant Riley told Matilda he'd called the MD of the company. Clive Rolland sounded very pleasant and expressed the hope they could settle the dispute amicably. They were expected at the plant at 9:30 and the formal meeting would follow.

"Nine-thirty? God you best sleep in your room tonight. I usually don't get up till after 10:00."

"Good thinking and no more wine after that glass; I want you looking your best and talking your best, thinking before you speak so you give them nothing to seize upon."

"Very well. I expected you to want more sex."

"The purpose of is being here Matilda is we are on a mission."

"Oh yes. How practical you are."

The inspection of the plant meant really nothing to Matilda and Riley but they felt the passion Clive had when describing what was going on. 

"These cars are being restored to pristine condition and are the thoroughbreds of the auto industry rather than those half a million pound cars for super rich people manufactured as an art form although in most instances they perform exceptionally well."

The meeting began with the company's lawyer stating Mrs Deerhorn had no legal right to ask for instant repayment of her investment.

"We know that dummy; that's why we are here to negotiate."

The elderly solicitor sat down abruptly, looking most upset. An embarrassed silence followed until Riley said, "Moving on, we accept the decision of the court in America was to award Mrs Deerhorn that $4 million investment as part of her divorce settlement. We accept that particular American court could not attempt to change the terms and conditions of that investment contract. But what we do claim is Mrs Deerhorn has an unalienable right to that money and she has no interest in having it invested in the motor vehicle company and has a right to apply to courts in England, going as high and as expensively as necessary, to underpin her belief that her actions give her that right to claim her money."

Legal argument deepened and then there was a break for lunch. The two sides chatted amicably and Riley quietly took a moment to compliment the elderly solicitor Mr Burrows for being a gentleman and not berating Mrs Deerhorn for her unseemly comment.

"Thank you young man. I appreciate your kind comments."

As soon as they'd finished eating Riley took Matilda into a side room set aside for such purpose.

She grinned and asked couldn't he wait until they returned to the hotel but was ignored.

Riley told her of his plan.

"Why didn't you tell me this before," she hissed. "I find it unacceptable."

"I didn't tell you because I didn't decide it until looking around here and gauging the tone of the meeting, particularly the attitude of Clive. "Are you aware he's displaying no aggression."

"I suppose not but what does that mean."

"It suggests he's open to a deal. I could be wrong."

"But you don't think you are?"

"Correct."

Matilda swore. "I want my money Riley."

"It's not yours to have right now, not legally."

"You keep saying that."

"That's called reiterating your position."

"God I do believe you will handle my niece."

Riley blinked and asked what the hell was she talking about.

"Micki is difficult, perhaps just as bad as I am. She probably learnt it when staying with me during school holidays. And now here am I buckling to you."

"Buckling -- does that mean you authorize me to proceed?"

"Yes, do it your way. With you harping on I now suspect it's the best option and the court might not look kindly when my current financial position is filed in court."

"Excellent. So kiss me and thank me."

"Riley you're too clever for your own good. I'd give you more than a kiss if your proposal is accepted but don't get your hopes too high."

When the meeting resumed Riley presented his proposal, that the company pay Mrs Deerborn $1.4 million in return of capital on March 31 next year, a further $1.4 million the following March 31 and the remaining $1.2 million on March 31 the following year, plus her proportionate payment of interest on the remaining part of her original investment.

Discussion followed on the amounts of repayments and staging of repayments and then Clive asked, "Why are you attempting to be so kind? Why not just demand full payment next week?"

"Because Clive, Mrs Deerborn who has never met you until today accepts her ex-husband granted you the loan out of friendship so it is not her wish, after taking legal advice, to risk bankrupting your company. She feels with a little bit of belt-tightening and protecting the company against bad debts with astute management together with your bank agreeing to extend your overdraft, you ought to be able to scrape through each year until the burden of paying back that capital ends or you manage to find new capital."

"This is outrageous Riley, almost amounting to extortion." 

"Think of the saving in legal costs in fighting Mrs Deerborn's claim in court Clive. Your job is supervising quality output from your plant and winning new business, not spending weary and unproductive days in court even if the court decision goes your way. And think of the adverse publicity..."

"Enough Riley. I have a lot to think about. Let's meet here at 10:00 in the morning eh?"

"Agreed. On behold of Mrs Deerborn I thank you gentleman. Good day to you."

The recording secretary showed Matilda and Riley to the side door to the customer parking area.

"Well?"

"You want my cautious opinion or you want me to speculate?"

"Speculate."

"We won't be meeting again in the morning unless you turn into a bitch."

"I ought to whack you for calling me that Riley."

"When Clive calls within the next few hours just allow me to complete negotiations without interference, okay?"

"Oh very well. Let's go back to the hotel and have spa care."

"Okay may we have sex first?"

"Oh very well."

In bed Matilda was all over Riley calling him lovely names and saying he was such a wonderful attorney, leaking pussy juice on to him as she worked herself up verbally and kissing him everywhere.

Spa reception called just as Riley was emerging from the shower. Matilda was already showered and in her gown.

"God we are covered in sex markings -- your fingerprints are all over me," she whined.

"Don't worry -- the attendants will have seen it all before and will have proof neither of us is gay."

Matilda laughed and said, "Hurry along slowcoach. I'd promised we would be on time if they fitted us in."

As they neared the spa center she said, "I can't believe you expect Clive..."

Riley's phone went.

"Oh god," Matilda gasped.

It was the restaurant. The maitre 'd said a table for two at 8:30. 

"It was the restaurant saying they are near full tonight and that I'd need to book a table so I did, for two."

Matilda's phone went but she ignored it.

Riley took another call later when on a massage bed beside Matilda's bed.

"Oh hi Clive."

Riley heard the expected gasp from Matilda.

"Oh yes."

"Oh yes."

"Well okay. Well structure it that way. After what we've agreed on Mrs Deerborn and I will be going up to London tomorrow but will be back around 5:00."

"The signing at 6:00 and then dinner with you and your wife. That's very civil of you Clive. At 6:00 tomorrow then. Goodbye."

"Well, well?"

"Agreed with just a small adjustment. First payment of 1.2 and then two at 1.4 according to the schedule I suggested. The smaller payment first gives them more time to adjust because it's the shorter period."

"Oh fair enough. And my entitlement to interest remains intact?"

"Yes. The readjusted contract will be ready for signing tomorrow at 6:00 and then we dine out with Clive at his wife. He says he's a grateful and very relieved man and will pick up the tab."

"I should think so. Miss are we allowed to drink champagne here?"

"Yes ma'am but the flutes are high quality imitation glass -- it's because of our tiled floors. If glass..."

"I understand. You have my room number. A bottle of Bollinger Grande Année 1989 if you have it please."

"Yes ma'am."

The attendant returned and said they did have that vintage and it was on its way.

"Oh I'm so happy," Matilda said. "A small victory is better than no victory at all."

"You bitch, be grateful."

Matilda laughed and her massage therapist looked at Riley horrified and blushed when he winked at her.

Next day they left Southampton early on a non-stop train that reached London in two and a half hours and had a great time shopping together and parting and meeting for a pub lunch (Riley thought it was great; Matilda thought it was scruffy and awful but the food was okay). They met back at their station mid-afternoon for the return journey.

Matilda had purchased a cheap trolley to haul all her purchases that she unpacked, one by one, to show to Riley who tried to remain interested.

She finally got down to the final small package. "Oh, I wonder what this is? Oh I know, it's for you. Riley opened it and from the paper wallet extracted an open ticket from their city for two plus a pre-paid voucher for seven nights in a suite in a five-star hotel in Paris.

"It's what the ungrateful bitch thinks of you darling," Matilda said, watching his face. "Take who you wish but I'd like your companion to be Micki if that works out. This short visit to England has reminded me I need to be with a man, a romantic man, and at times you were very tender to me although not very romantic and that's understandable."

"This is magnificent, so generous of you."

"It's a personal gift darling so you won't be obliged to report it to your firm. The truth was darling I didn't think I'd get my money back sooner that the stated time in the contact but I thought it worth having a shot especially when Ralph briefed me and seemed so keen for you to fail with my help."

"But you did nothing to impede me?"

"True and to keep your spirits up I fed you pussy generously, not that any mention of that will be made to anyone including my brother. You may tell Micki if she asks but I'd think that wouldn't occur to her. She'd think I wouldn't allow you within reach of my panties."

The documents were signed and they had a better than expected night out with Clive and his wife Donna. Next morning Matilda fed Riley into her pussy for what they both knew would be the last time.

CHAPTER 3

Riley walked into the office looking at Micki watching him approach. Her face told him nothing but verbally she made herself very clear.

"I missed you."

"Well fancy that."

"I really did Riley and I know I'm stupid thinking like that."

"That's fine. I regard that as rather, um, endearing."

"Endearing?"

"Yes. Did you get my email?"

"Yes and I copied it to Mr Wilson. He called me up and he appeared absolutely flabbergasted and ask how could you possibly negotiate such a deal that our very difficult client endorsed."

"The Australian word for it is 'talent' but you Americans will have a 20-word verbal ejaculation to describe it."

"I'm sorry Riley but I cannot laugh; it was... well... insulting to the people of your host nation."

"Ohmigod. Please forgive me America."

"Mr Wilson instructed me to take you to him immediately you arrived."

In the elevator Micki said, "This is embarrassing to ask Riley but while you were away with my aunt did you have sex with her?"

He laughed and looking her straight in the eye said, "Of course I did. Repeatedly."

The elevator had stopped and an accident and injury specialist joined them. They nodded vague recognition like people who don't know all the players on the team. Riley had already noted Micki didn't believe him about fucking her aunt. Wow, close call. He'd taken a huge risk and it had worked. Now with this A&I guy riding with them that topic would just die.

"Riley be straight with Mr Wilson. He's seventy-plus and is interested only in the facts."

Riley thought a guy that old would scarcely ask had he fucked the client.

"Mr Wilson, I was taught as you probably were taught that winning has much to do with preparation, so I went into this prepared the best I could manage."




Outwitting Micki's Father



Riley described how he'd established the connection between Mrs Deerborn's former husband and Mr Clive Rolland, of Spedding Auto Ltd in England. 

"They went to Cambridge University and raced cars at weekends, forming a lifetime bond. I searched records and found the former husband's first wife now lives in Chicago and went there and she filled in many details for me. I decided chances of getting that investment contract overturned in an English court was highly unlikely so said to Mrs Deerborn we should negotiate with company principals face-to-face on their ground. They resisted and fought hard, making the point Mrs Deerborn had no legal right to have that $4 million paid back early."

"Yes, you had already made that point Riley.

"Yes Mr Wilson. I was watching Mr Rolland and saw his eyes flicker whenever that point was emphasized. My considered hunch was he believed our client had a moral right to that money that an American Court had ruled was hers and so I suggested an annual repayment of 1.4 million over two years and 1.2 million on the third year, interest remaining payable proportionately. The client said no way but I talked her around. Mr Rolland countered, accepting in principle but wanting the payments reversed to have the smaller payment first to ease the financial burden on the company, as there would have to be severe belt-tightening. I had spoken to a foreman when we were touring the plant and asked how was the volume of work. He replied they were flat-out, handling twice the volume of last year. That's all I have to report sir. Oh the client praised me for being a good boy."

"Hmmm. You didn't gain authority to go to England."

"Sorry sir. I thought the fees I'd be earning would bring in substantial income."

"Hmmm. Did you keep your expenses down?"

"Yes sir. My room was close to being a shoe box, the client's apparently was a single suite, luxury class."

"Well she will be billed for that in the fees so no problem. I too can praise you for being a good boy."

"Thank you sir. I'll not mention to anyone who handled this matter before it was handed on to me."

"That would be far more astute than you realize my boy. Off you go. Thank you Michelle."

Micki said riding the elevator down, "God you took an extreme risk with that passing shot to Mr Wilson. Perhaps he will not deduce you know he handled the file initially."

"Bullshit, there was no risk involved. He'll see me as a hot-shot no-nonsense guy, a likely successor for him."

Micki fell against the paneling laughing hysterically.

When she had finished Riley said, "You made an error in suggesting I was not an American. I was born here as my father had a junior diplomatic post in Washington. I have dual nationality. Haven't you read my CV yet?"

"So you aren't here on special arrangement, updating on the American approach to business law?"

"No, I've relocated for the chance of making much bigger money than working in Australia."

"You Philistine."

"Yes, aren't I? Do you want me to move in with you?"

They discussed the pros and cons, the sole issue being Riley living with his supervisor."

Riley said, "Well I can fix that. I'll apply to transfer to contract law to gain wider experience."

They'd found they were on the ground floor. Not apologizing for her error Micki simply pushed the right button this time.

"One thing we missed stating Micki was you'd get fucked as much as you want if I live with you."

"God Riley. You can't speak to a woman like that outside the bedroom."

"Oh yeah? I have news for you baby. You like the way I fuck you. Admit it."

Micki colored and said weakly, Riley?"

"What?"

"Here's our floor."

Riley was back at his desk when his phone rang.

"Yes Micki?" he said, noting who the caller was.

"This is about what we talked about in the elevator?"

"You mean you are confirming we'd fuck more if we lived together?"

Riley though he heard Micki counting to three.

"No, I have the head lease so will give my roommate a month to find somewhere else to live. She could be out earlier than that."

"Do you sleep with her?"

Riley heard "Oh god!" in despair before the call was cut. He didn't turn around to look at Micki in her glass cubicle.

Riley found the number of Micki's mother.

"Hi Zena, it's Riley Lewis, you know the Australian who came to dinner."

"Oh god yes, I remember you Riley. You were so brave and entertaining."

"Yeah, well I'm thinking of moving in with Micki. Just wondered if that was okay with you?"

"Oh yes Riley. She does nothing but talk about you to me. She missed you so much while you were in England. Did you manage to have sex with my sister?"

"Yeah we had wall to wall sex all the time."

"I bet you did not. Really Riley it is irresponsible to talk about someone else like that."

"My apologies."

"Accepted. Matilda is so choosey. Little wonder she's having trouble finding a husband."

"Who's Matilda," Riley asked slyly.

"The woman you went to England with. Don't you know anything?"

"Oh you mean Mrs Deerborn. Now I know whom you are talking about. Listen Zena, could you do something for me?"

"Yes if I can Riley."

"I want you to repeat these works to Ralph, because I need him to approve of me moving in with Michelle."

"Regrettably he's unlikely to approve Riley."

"Well you tell him this, using these very words, "Your Riley Lewis told me today he's moving in to fuck the tail off your daughter."

"I can't say that; he'll kill you."

"Please Zena, do it. I reckon it will force him to think of himself at my age and in my circumstances. He'll accept that his baby is doing the right thing and will approve of it."

"I really don't think that's how my husband's mind works."

"Please Zena. No harm will be done if it backfires."

"I wouldn't count on that. Okay I'll do it. I wish Ralph was at me enough to fuck my tail off."

"Buy new underwear Zena and ask a young woman at the perfume counter to give you something that turns husbands on to their wives."

"Oh goodness. That sounds like excellent advice." 

* * *

Next morning just before 10:00 Micki ran to Riley at his desk.

"Something very serious is up. You and I have been called to the chairman's office."

"You mean your father's office. You father is the chairman."

"Please Riley, don't make fun of this. I'm very, very nervous. What have we done wrong?"

"I wouldn't know darling. Who knows how your father's mind works. I called your mom yesterday and she told me that very thing."

"My mother, you called my mother yesterday?" Micki said, pulling Riley to the elevator. "Ohmigod, you told her you were moving in with me?"

"Well I did, thinking it would help and I asked her to tell you father something aimed at getting his approval."

"Exactly what did you tell my father Riley Cameron Lewis?"

"Oh, you've obviously read my CV at last. Well, here we are. Hurry it has gone 10:00."

"Oh god, I need a pee."

"Good idea, we'll go in late. That makes a point."

"Don't you dare move from here Riley Cameron Lewis."

"Okay, don't pull your panties up too soon; you may be sitting on a leather chair and the wet patch would show."

"Riley!" screamed Micki, running to the restroom.

The chairman looked at his watch: "You are three minutes late."

"Yes sir, sorry sir, no excuse sir," Riley said, Micki half-concealed behind him.

"Sit down you two," Ralph said. Seated alongside Ralph was Zena.

"I ought to knock your head off Mr Lewis."

"Is this business or personal sir?"

Ralph gritted his teeth. "For the moment it's personal."

"I'd like to see you try knocking my head off Ralph. Look at you with your potbelly and uncoordinated movements. What you are looking at here is quite a fighting machine."

Ralph ignored that provocation. "According to my wife you aim to fuck the tail off my daughter."

"Oh please Ralph. That is unbecoming language for a guy to use in front of his wife and daughter."

"Yes Ralph, please apologize. I was talking to you in good faith and now you're using that F-word in front of your daughter."

"Daddy, what's going on here? Why are you so angry?"

"No jerk is going to fuck the tail off my daughter."

"Daddy, are you mad? All Riley is proposing to do is to move in with me, to be my replacement roommate."

"And he watches you undress, and what then? Tell me Michelle?"

"Well I suppose if he acts romantically he might be invited into my bed. But that's not doing what you so foully suggested."

"Well that's what Riley told your mother he intended doing to you and she passed on the message."

"Daddy, that's crazy. Why would mommy pass on a message for anyone about my private life, let alone incorporating a foul message?"

"I don't know, ask your mother."

Zena replied truthfully because she didn't know the reason, "I don't know Michelle, ask Riley."

Tension in the room building, Michelle said softly, "Well Riley?"

"I don't think your father ought to either repeat or manufacture..."

"Manufacture. Listen you jerk..."

Zena said, "Shut up Ralph and let the young man speak without interruption. He didn't interrupt you."

Riley said smoothly, "If I didn't know better I'd suspect someone is being set up here. Ralph, have are any objection to me sharing your daughter's apartment and paying half of everything and hopefully establishing romantic liaison with her?"

"What do you mean, soft sex or frenzied..."

"Ralph!"

"Yes Zena?"

"He means soft sex. That's okay isn't it?"

Ralph rubbed a hand over his mouth. "I suppose so."

"Sir, I'm not moving in with Michelle unless I have your unreserved approval."

"Daddy?" Michelle whined.

"Yes, you have my unreserved approval. Michelle is our beautiful baby daughter Riley so please look after her and treat her with respect."

"Yes sir, absolutely. Is that all?"

Ralph barked, "Yes."

"No it isn't sir. Are you going to climb down off your pedestal and tell me what a fine job of negotiating settlement of your sister's investment problem? You set me up hoping I would fail and then you could ask Mr Wilson to fire me for incompetence, isn't that right?"

Zelda pitched in. "Ralph, what is Riley talking about? He's talking about Matilda isn't he? Ohmigod, Matilda told me this morning she's just back from two nights in London and is the progress of recovering several million dollars ahead of schedule. Is this what's this is all about?"

"Yes dear but how the hell can you describe it as a set-up built to fail young man?"

"Because one of your partners took on the quest but made no progress and had noted those remarks at the bottom of the file in pencil and had added, 'The terms of investment appear iron tight and no court in England is likely to overturn them.'

"Ralph, is what Riley saying correct? Answer me."

"Yes Zena. Riley went in and achieved the seemingly impossible."

"Ohmigod."

"I was given the brief two days after I indirectly forced Ralph to apologize in front of his family Zena. When I learned Mrs Deerborn was his sister I thought this is a small family conspiracy, be careful Riley, the old bastard is out to get you."

"Old bastard? No look here young man, I..."

"Ralph, is what he saying correct?"

Sighing, Ralph said yes.

"That is really below the belt Ralph, I want you to apologize to Riley and arrange a promotion for him in return for being treated despicably and having the initiative and skills to succeed in the face of apparently insurmountable odds."

"That's rather exaggerating what he did darling."

"I really don't think so daddy. I was blown away when he emailed negotiated success that was acceptable to Aunt Matilda."

"To please Matilda this young man has done remarkably well Ralph. Apologize to him and recommend him for promotion."

Ralph sighed. "Young man I was angry at you having me forced to apologize in front of my family. I'm sorry and I apologize even more for setting you up to fail. It was despicable of me or rather overly arrogant but you have earned your reward and I will see you are promoted."

Riley smiled and held out his hand for Ralph to shake. "Thanks Ralph, apologies accepted and no hard feelings. What I'd like to suggest is you move the manager and deputy manager of Contract Law into other spots and make Michelle manager and me as her assistant. Michelle needs to toughen up a bit and develop her instincts a bit so that she anticipates problems as the early signs appear rather than waiting for the problem to hit her. I feel by working in tandem and living together I'll assist her development in those areas. Michelle of course is a people person with management experience so I shall learn from her."

"Well, I suppose that can be arranged. Clyde Wilson has responsibility for Contract Law."

"Well thank you daddy. Come on Riley, we have finished here."

"No you go ahead. Zena you worked so beautifully for me and I feel a heel setting you up like that. May I take you out for a 'I'm sorry' drink?"

"I wasn't set-up, I worked out what you were up to and knew it was a manipulation of some sort. I'm not a dumb blonde."

Zena of course had black dyed hair. "Yes I accept being taken somewhere nice for a drink."

"Oh Riley, me too."

"Yes Michelle. Sir?"

"Oh yes, why not? When you don't win it's gentlemanly to celebrate with your victor. But you are paying."

"Yes sir. May we go to your club?"

"Oh very well."

Zelda asked, "But why the club?"

Ralph snarled, "Because he knows he's not a member and therefore is not permitted to pay for the drinks."

"Ohmigod Riley, you are incredibly smart," Zelda said, standing and taking his arm. "Come on Ralph. Don't sit there plotting how to get one back on Riley."

THE END