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Selling

By: SweetOblivion



"If you were to sell me one of your chickens, dear lady," the middle-aged man smiled at the woman behind the barrow laden with chicken pies and morsels of roasted chicken. "I would surely enjoy the memory of it."

"I am just basting the next batch, sir," she responded listlessly, without looking up, "They will be finished soon, but do talk to me while I prepare them."

"I enjoy talking to attentive ears far more," he rebuked her lightly. "Would you care to accompany me to the inn?" 

"I am listening and you are being unfair." 

"Perhaps."

"I have work to do here."

"Attentive ears, sharp minds and sensual bodies," he turned away and foraged in his purse for a few coins, proferring them to her. "Here, give these to your master to cover your absence."  "Please be patient, sir," she sighed, trying not to blush at his remarks as she looked to the ruddy-faced butcher at the back of the stall. 

She did not take his coins though and eventually he put his hands down and his money back in his purse.

"Of course," he determined. "There is no rush. My hungers can be assuaged in due course. I have after all only just come across you."

"Do talk on if you want to. It will make finishing your bird seem all the faster."

"I can wait, while you, my dear sweet baster, blush so prettily." 

"Are you trying to embarrass me, sir?"

"The hint of your blushes fills me with inspiration."

"Your words strike a simple chicken baster as...I don't know..."

"Rather fatuous?"

"If you like sir."

"If you understand words like fatuous, dear lady, I suspect 'simple' does not fit the cut of your cloth."  "You do, sir?"

"And your complexity has several layers of pleasure for me."  "It does?"

"It does and I think the experience does for you too?"

"The experience of the compliments of middle aged gentlemen, sir?"  "Yes and pursuing those compliments to further his ends, if appropriate?"

"If the gentleman was a true one," she replied quietly, spooning fat over the gleaming bird and pushing it back into the flames. "And has the coinage to recompense my master for the loss of her services."

"I am a true and, as you have seen, pecunious gentleman, expecting the best of you, dear lady."

"The best of me, sir?"

"Politeness and good manners."

"I give respect where respect is deserved, sir."

"I try to do the same."

He reached out and touched her elbow. She started and moved away from him, rubbing her bare elbow and pushing the sleeve of her stripped cotton blouse against the flesh. It was as if she had been burned and was looking for something to ease the pain of the wound.

"Excuse me," he apologised, bowing his regrets and thinking of her as a young faun backing away from the hunter. He stroked his face reflectively. 

"Forgive my shyness."

"Your reserve conceals wit and strength."

"Both at the same time?" She smiled and looked up at him wide-eyed, a picture of innocence.

"If possible, yes," he barked out a laugh at her impish stance.

"You are demanding," she replied coyly.

"Don't you want to give of your sensual best?"

"Should my words slink across the chicken pies, sir?"

"No - just be you - unless you wish to slink across the pies?" 

He arched his eyebrows and reached out to stroke the invisible contours of her imagined body, lying across the barrow.

"With practice I might, though you would have to pay for all the broken pie crusts."

"That I cannot do right now. Go: get yourself some time free. Let me find something to fill your belly?" 

His eyes pleaded with her and she surrendered on one condition: 

"No poultry please."

"I promise you that." 

She smiled and nodded, touching a young man on the shoulder and whispering to him shyly to obtain some release. He shrugged and waved her away, pointing to the butcher at the back of the stall.

"Sir, the butcher's boy insists I must ask you for those coins and more to obtain a little liberty, it seems."

"You are most welcome to them and more," he said emptying his purse into her cupped hands.

"Thank you sir," she whispered and passed the moneys to the scowling butcher's boy. The boy spat on the ground and then bit into the coppers. Then he spat again, the saliva splashing the girl's shoes and her stocking. 

She did not flinch at the disrespect, being well used to it, but stood there patiently gazing down until the boy turned and went across to his father. 

The gentlemen watched her all the while and observed a thin-lipped smile cross her features as she heard the boy being rewarded with a loud curse. 

The blotchy, red-faced man stared across at the stranger insolently, but chose not to approach. The gentleman responded in kind until the butcher dropped his prurient gaze, muttered something indistinguishable and cuffed the boy away from him.

"You have two hours, Louisa," the boy whinned at her. "Don't be late or else father's strap will oblige you."

"If such is his pleasure," Louisa smiled timidly, but a little more fulsomely than before. She bowed slightly to the boy and turned to curtsey to the butcher. The surly tradesman grunted and turned his back to her, disregarding her gesture. 

She shrugged, but tilted her head respectfully and crossed to the other side of the barrow to stand next to the gentleman.  

"I already like your self-effacing manner," the gentleman smiled as they walked away, "but tell me, what brings you to this little stall. You do not belong in this market place really, now do you?"  "You may ask."

"Thank you Louisa. My name is Andrew Mintosh."

"But I may decide not to answer, Mr Mintosh, so that is scant consolation to you."

"I was just curious - that is all. I am a writer. I perambulate back and forth in search of marvellous inspiration."

"You wander well, sir."

"Are you teasing me?"

"Forgive my sass, Mr Mintosh. I'm sorry that I reached a little above my master's chickens for a moment."

"Sweet dreams are made of such moments, and..."

"Yes?" She looked up at him once more, curious as to what words hung in his mouth. 

"...Regret is a very strong word."

"It is."

"Chosen as such I don't doubt, but I shall think of it as wistfulness since I want no regret from you, my dear, now you are free and at my disposal.

"Yes sir."

"You have to give up something to get something else, young lady."

"Sometimes."

"I know it's not always opportunity cost."

"Opportunity cost, sir?"

"Sometimes you can have your chicken and eat it too?"

"That, sir, is a very silly saying in my modest opinion."

"Tell me, Louisa, what did you do before you were cajoled into hawking hot chickens?"

"I served a gentleman who studied or, rather, I studied while he gambled, sir."

"What was his field?"

"History sir, though he diverted to the broader field of smoke, bourbon and cards."

"Yes indeed. Did any aspects of the studies you undertook on his behalf interest you?"

"I tended to focus on the 17th century well before the invention of the chicken rotisserie."

"Feeding others is not necessarily an ignoble trade, Louisa."

"You do not know what it is like working for a chicken butcher, sir."

"True, but remember even Richelieu ate chickens."

"What is that to me now, sir?"

"Since that unstudious former master of yours gambled away more than his coinage to a passing trademan?"

"Yes sir." She looked up at him so sadly that he had to look away, regretting his foolish banter. Having gleaned just an inkling of her sadness from that short confrontation at the stall, he cursed himself for trying to be urbane and witty at her expense. 

"Forgive me, Louisa."

"There is nothing to forgive sir.

"Not even your inquisitve streak?"

"Yes. I'm sorry, sir. I shall return to my place."

"Don't do that Louisa. Your inquisitive nature is a delight - please indulge me with it."

"As you wish sir."

"Sometimes, my liberality sometimes knows no bounds."

"That's good to hear."

"Sometimes."

"Yes sir."

"And right now the image you studying your books, head down in thought, would be far more delightful than your face perspiring before the heady scent of roasting fowl," he paused and looked at her. "It is a shame that you are restrained from doing this."

"It's my fate, Andrew." 

She shrugged her shoulders and spread the palms of her hands, so that he could see the marks of the butchers strap across them.

"I can see why you're not entirely ebullient at your current prospects. And thank you for the intimacy."

"I beg pardon sir?"

"You can beg later, pet. Right now, let me say that it is remarkably pleasant to encounter someone like you, no matter where. I was just telling you what I like and respond to."

"It may not matter to you, sir, but it matters to me or do I express myself too freely?"

"I am glad that your spirit has not been completely cowed, pet," he murmured appreciatively, as he pushed open the heavy wooden door of the inn, lifting up his arm, so that she slipped under it.

Louisa stood there on the threshold for a moment, blinking her eyes several times to accustom them to the darkness. Then she turned back towards him and found herself blinking up into the sunlight, slightly disorientated.

"The master does not extend to the cattle trade as yet," she jeered in a voice tinged with resentment.

"He has aspirations so to do though?"

"Perhaps."

"Let's not beef about his ambitions, girl," he punned back at her provocatively. 

She walked down the steps ahead of him, carefully and gentillely, leaving him to trail in her wake as if their respective roles had suddenly been reversed - she the dowager and he the butcher's bit of rough. 

"Should I flatter you, sir?" She almost snapped at him.

"No, just compliment my wit with your lovely form."

She looked over her shoulder and half smiled, half- frowned at him.

"Be yourself, Louisa," he responded, disregarding the barely suppressed anger in her tone. "It's all I ask of you." 

"Thank you," she relented. 

"You seem to have missed that freedom for a while - a long while, I assume."

"Yes sir. A long, long while."

"We covered a broad spectrum of sensibilities on our here. I was trying to narrow the focus."

"Narrow the focus - what do you mean, sir?"

"I'm here to meet a delightful woman who feels the desire to get to know a stranger better - a very respectful, yet very open woman."

"She sounds rather nice, sir."

"That was why I was asking you questions."

"And I thought you just wanted to fill your belly or fill mine, sir," she glanced up the stairs in the darkened inn, but smiled when he pulled a chair out for her to sit down. 

"Thank you." 

"It was a way to begin and to see if you wanted to give your best," he replied gently, sitting down next to her and summoning a server to the barrel of ale that passed as their table.

"It seems I am a long way from pleasing you, sir."

"Pleasing is an art form that need cultivating."

"I would not want to steal your time unnecessarily, sir."

"May I judge that for myself? Where do you come from Louisa?"

"The bay area to the south of the town, sir."

"I have roots in the bay area which I visit often."

"My mother had roots in her vegetable garden in the bay area sir, which she visited often."

"How does her garden grow now?"

"The horses from our rich neighbour's paddock visited us too often, sir," she said sadly, looking down at the barrel. "Hence my gradual descent to this enforced service."

"I'm not trying to make you sad, Louisa."

"I didn't think you were, sir. You seem to find all the pits to fall in - call it bad luck?"

"I do like your intelligent approach."

"Thank you. I like yours. I can relate to it

"More so than the gutteral grunts of the butcher?"

"Yes or the resentful groans of his boy, sir."

"Exactly - this is why I'm responding to you kindly. You seem very nice - special even."

"You are kind, sir."

"Thank you, Louisa. It's a pleasure to be appreciated."

"A shared one, sir."

"Once in a while you meet someone quite special free from princess dogma."

"Princess dogma sir?"

"Those long winded ladies that talk about 'Me, Me, Me.'"

"That is the opposite of my ideal, sir. I would rather listen and learn."  "Your ethos is a lost and forgotten ideal, Louisa."

"The past cannot be relived."

A server deposited to goblets of red wine on the table, along with a little pitcher to replenish the cups in due course. Andrew nodded his thanks as the aproned man bowed and retired.

"But the formality, the trappings and the sense of style can be, Louisa."

"And what goes in secret behind the veneer of society?"

"Exactly - what is not said is more important than what is. You are a clever girl."

"I like the idea of society."

"The little asides, the meaningful conversations and the glances?"

"If you say so sir."

"I'm sorry - these things are outside your experience. I'm being unfair."

"No - please carry on - I want to understand and learn

"I want to as well. I see intuitive understanding in your eyes and that is little short of the encouragement with eyes of the ladies who frequent societal soirees." 

"Is it?"

"Yes Louisa. The signals are so easy to miss."

"If you spoke plainer, the signals might be clearer."

"And yet there are signals that you read, Louisa. Here we are an older man, a much younger woman...and we play back and forth - that special dynamic of my dreams."

"Are you lost in a dream world, sir?" 

"I am as I am and blessed with what and who comes my way. I feel lucky."  "It is good to be one's own master, sir."

"It takes risks to follow what you believe is your path and it is good to start the quest from solid ground, dancing your way to success."

"A dance full of life, sir?"

"Yes, that is true. The edge of the cliff is inevitably better than the chasm, though I may overstate the case, walking the edge."

"I have done this, sir."

"Having someone next to you, someone to guide you at the edge?"

"A dream, sir."

"You are a lovely woman - courageous and beautiful."

"You'll ruin me with your compliments sir."

"Come with me to my room. I have no hunger now except for you."

"I would have left this barrel and joined you there before, sir, had you asked a while back," Louisa admitted. "I would like to concentrate on your pleasures."

"The noises in this inn sometimes make me feel like I am on a battle field, dodging and working my way home to my room to seek shelter from the storm," he puffed as they climbed the winding stairs.

"A battlefield, sir? Really?" She turned her head and flicked her hair down her back to encourage him to look away from her hips and up to her face as he mounted the stairwell.

"A bad metaphor," he admitted as they reached the top and he stopped for a moment to regain his breath, "but I feel much more here with you now."  "You can bask in peace then, sir" 

He fiddled with a bunch of keys and pushed the door open. She walked across the small room and stepped up to one of the little rounded windows that looked out onto the market square. She stared out for a brief momeont trying to make out the wretched stall where she toiled most days and then snapping her head back she drew away from it, pulling the curtain across and enfolding them in darkess. 

There was a little fire in the grate and he leant down to press a poker to it and stir the ashes. He tossed a few brands onto the fire. They caught quickly as he stood back, watching time burning away.

"I can bask in peace once the door is closed," Andrew confirmed and pulled a burning taper from the fire to light a candle by the bed. "I'm yours now, Louisa. Will you be mine?" 

"How so?" She was now rather surprised at his request. She had been here before. The butcher plied his trade, including her, without much scrupple, so long as it brough hard cash in. 

When it came to the moment though, the clientele were often reluctant to accept that this was all they had: a finite amount of her time to enjoy her and take their pleasure. 

"I want you to be mine in the moment and see if we can enlarge the moment without trying." 

Andrew was somehow different. There had been no pawing at her as he expounded his philosophy. There had been no touching or leering other than his finger tips at her elbow and his eyes on her rounded form for that brief moment on the stairs. 

She wanted to see where this would lead - was it really any different? Was she more to him than the butcher's girl with the clever words and the soft sex?

"Enlarge the moment: how?"

"Just thee and me, Louisa - we can face the moment together and make it a magnificent and unforgettable one."

"Excuse me for being so stupid."

"No pet, you are just seeking clarification," he held her arm firmly, seeing her try to control the rush of tears and the constriction in her throat. "I realise that you have been ill used."

"It is important to me that you know this sir," Louisa replied choosing her words carefully, 

"Without understanding and knowledge there is nothing." 

"I agree."

"You seem quite traditional, pet."

"My tradition is about my being used...to nothing."

"I'm interested in what something you would like. Come sit by me." He patted the bed firmly. 

"And where goes the respect for me, if I do, sir?"

Yet she sat down obediently, cursing herself for letting the bar girl out with the clichéd lines and relentless, insufferable jibes passing as wit.

"I will respect you for learning to please me," Andrew responded firmly, quelling her rebellion ruthlessly. "My age gives me experience. That is all and I'm always open to new experiences. I'm sure you are open too, Louisa." 

"Open to suggestions?"

"Open to ideas. You like to push don't you Louisa. Is that becoming of the secret, submissive woman you desire to be? Wouldn't you enjoy pleasing rather than pushing?" 

"Secret, sir?" 

He watched her, measuring her carefully before he replied. Why did he allow her to fence so, when he could just take her and have done with it? She was his for now - why did he not just take her, rather than allow her to dissect his phrases and harp deliberately on a single word, as if reinforcing her rejection of his somewhat anachronistic approach. 

"If you're traditional, you are not going to advertise," Andrew explained calmly.

"What is there to advertise: my master will find me, if he looks hard enough," Louisa responded desolately. Then, remembering herself and observing the obvious, added: "your two hours are elapsing very quickly sir."

"This is true. Should I look less closely or will I find myself mourning the loss of your beautiful serenity before we have got much further?"

"What is in front of one should be carefully examined, sir."

"Yes. I can be quite myopic sometimes."  "Do not to miss your opportunities sir," Louisa warned. "They may never be repeated."

"Opportunities are a nice anchor. What are you offering me girl?"

"In due course, I may offer myself to you, but I am yours for now, regardless."

"I understand the fine distinction, but I want more."

"Greed may lead you to miss the point and fill you full of regret, sir," she warned, standing up and reaching to undo the buttons on her blouse one by one.  "I'm not so sure. A pretty surrendering face is nice, a pretty amenable face is wonderful."

"You do have a handsome face, sir."

"As do you," he laughed, "and we both know it. I have a face of an man who has some experience and a little wisdom. Your manner pleases me. Your intellect is beauty in itself. That's what got you here."

"Your purse got me here sir."

"True."

"I'm here to undress further, if you need me to sir."

"I will undress your beauty in time, whenever we feel in tandem with such desires."

"On your intellectual bicycle made for two," she smiled back, relieved and yet, at the same time disappointed as she redid her buttons.


Selling a House



It is funny how when you look back over a chain of events you wonder if there really isn't a guardian angel. 

I've been selling real estate for several years with moderate success. One day I was at the office doing routine work when I happened to answer the outside call line. I identified the office, gave my name, and asked how I could help.

"Hello Kathy, my name is Ron Hendrix and I am being transferred to your city to work in the company's home office. I'd like to talk with a realtor to see about obtaining a house."

Wow, did he give me a warm fuzzy. Confident yet not demanding and a beautiful vocal tone too. 

"Not a problem Ron, I would be happy to help you through the entire process. When would you like to meet and we can discuss the details of your needs and do some preliminary paperwork."

We established a time to meet when he would be in the city. I hoped he was as good looking as he sounded I thought to myself. The rest of my day seemed to have a pleasant air about it. I found myself looking forward to this appointment. Unless I really screwed up there will be a nice commission too. Ah the fun of the real estate business.

I met Ron at the appointed time and place and I lost my breath when I first saw him. He was very handsome and I estimated over six feet tall. When he shook my hand I felt an electric jolt down to my toes with a special tingle between my legs. I tried not to stammer like a silly schoolgirl so I suggested some refreshments so I could compose myself. He was single, never married, my age and was to become a new VP at his company. I focused on doing my job with silent prayers that this might become something more. We took care of a lot of paperwork and established the price and locations of interest. 

It took four trips from Ron to the city before he was ready to make an offer on a lovely house that suited his needs well. I looked forward to each trip because they seemed more like a date. We would review property, do some home visits and then he would take me to dinner and we talked about everything. We shared our life's stories and our future desires. He had not found the right person to marry and I bit my tongue so as not to plead my case. 

We met one more time for the closing and I hoped it wouldn't be our last, but I kept my professional hat on even though my panties seemed to get wet every time I was around him. 

"Call me if there is anything else you need," I said with a smile as we parted.

"I'll take you up on that and thank you very much for all your help."

My prayers were answered when Ron called a few days later asking me to come over and help him with decorating ideas. Picking paint colors is something I enjoy and men don't. Late afternoon tomorrow couldn't come soon enough. Ron did suggest that I not come dressed up but wear something that could get dirty. No problem with that, I prefer tee shirt and shorts.

I arrived around 4 and Ron greeted me in his grungy tee shirt and shorts. He still looked marvelous even when he dresses down. He said that he had been exploring the basement and attic. 

"I want to do as much as I can before I add the furniture. I am not bringing much from my old place. Mostly the office, exercise equipment and tools. I want to purchase new everything for the rest of the house. This is like having a blank canvas so I could really use your help with what to do with each room and if I should change any of the wall colors. I'll pour us some wine, and grab a pad of paper so we can start."

We actually started in the attic and worked our way down to the basement. Every room was discussed in detail and I think he was pleased with my suggestions. I was really thrilled when he put his arm around me and the way he looked at me and talked to me. I know my heart was racing and I was probably blushing. Always the gentleman he wanted to send out for pizza and kick back to enjoy the evening. Once he placed the pizza order he started a fire in the family room fireplace.

"I love a fire and one of the things I like about this house is the fireplace in the master bedroom."

When the pizza arrived we had an indoor picnic sitting on the floor drinking wine and somehow we started feeding each other pizza. We laughed and just enjoyed ourselves. We were getting a little sloppy with the feeding and Ron leaned over and removed some sauce on my mouth by giving me a gentle kiss. I looked into his eyes and pulled him close and we kissed again. Then we embraced and kiss long and hard with tongues eagerly searching and playing. We kissed like two lovers finding their soul mates. 

"I've wanted to kiss you since our first meeting," he said.

"Funny, I felt exactly the same way," I murmured, "I've dreamed about being with you."

We kissed some more and when we came up for air Ron looked at me and asked what was wrong. 

"You are wonderful, the fire is lovely but the two together has me over heating. What can we do to cool down a little?"

"We could take off our shirts," he said with a smile.

"Great idea, I'll help you."

We both knew where this was heading and had no desire to stop. I quickly removed his shirt and I think I stopped breathing when I gazed at his broad shoulders and good muscle tone. I couldn't help but touch his chest and kiss his nipples. He really enjoyed that, and then he pulled my shirt off. Then he deftly unhooked my bra and freed my tits eager for his touch. I was greatly rewarded with his attention to my breast and tender kisses on my nipples. They soon were hard and erect, eager for more. Within moments we were removing each other's remaining clothes with kisses and touches all over. 

He positioned me on my back and kissed me on my lips cupping his hands on my breast. He then proceeded down my body with his kisses. First the neck then each breast and nipple, then my navel, then my pussy mound. I squirmed with anticipation as he moved down my pussy. He licked my clit and licked my cunt. Up and down all the while he held my tits and squeezed my nipples. His efforts were soon rewarded as he took me to orgasm. My body shook as the orgasm flowed thru me. I smiled at him and pulled his lips to mine tasting my sweet cum. I reached down and guided his hard cock into my wet and eager cunt. I pulled him in deep and met his thrusting with mine. I squeezed his cock with my cunt and held his butt with my hands. I could feel him tense as he was ready to cum and I held him tight as he shot his load into my cunt. That was enough to put me over too and I came again.

We lay there catching our breath, kissing and looking into each other's eyes and he said, "I hope you can help me buy furniture tomorrow. You will want to pick stuff you like."



Selling a Painting



It seemed so simple but the Comptesse had other ideas

This in entirely a work of fiction

Some sound woke Max but the siesta had left him completely disorientated. His unfocussed eyes first detected a blurred figure perhaps ten feet away but when everything finally snapped into focus he realised it was a woman and only then that she was completely naked. 

The female was posed with arms stretched upwards as if to welcome the sunlight and although he had only a rear view it was obvious even to his bewildered brain that she was something pretty special.

Of course it was now far too late to rise from the half hidden seat without seeming a voyeur. So he remained motionless. 

But who was she? A servant or maybe even another guest? Her lack of clothes gave no clue as to her status although there were no telltale interruptions to the tan which covered her sensuous body. 

However his dilemma was put even further on hold when she dove head first into the pool and swam towards the far end. So as he watched her measured breast stroke he backtracked in an effort to clear his mind.

Had she been tall or was it just her lissom body which had left him with that impression? Tall or not he had certainly gained a strong sense of elegance but also athleticism. And what of her features? He had only seen the tip of a nose peeping out from a curtain of long chestnut hair. 

Well he would discover all when she turned to swim back but she stayed at the far end clutching the top step of a ladder before suddenly rising from the water in one sinuous movement to settle prone on a poolside lounger.

He still had not seen her features clearly but her breasts were now revealed in all their glory. Shapely and firm even when supine. 

Then as his aching muscles forced an involuntary movement her head rose and she called out.

"Che cosa stai facendo qui?"

The outburst was not surprisingly in Italian but he understood enough to emerge slowly from the shade as she stood up and wound a bath towel around her body.

"Who are you?" 

She spoke again with no trace of embarrassment in her manner nor any hint of anger in the voice.

"Max Weinberg."

"Ah, of course. The American who has come to sell me a painting."

At least he now knew that this was his hostess.

"I arrived yesterday."

"And now you spy on me."

He held up his hands in a mixture of horror and apology.

"I fell asleep in the shade...far too much wine at lunch...you cannot believe how embarrassed I am."

"It is of no matter. How do you do Mister Weinberg?" 

"I'm in very good health Comptesse, but still feeling mortified."

"Do not be," she beckoned him closer and he obeyed although still in a daze, "please call me Martine."

He was now facing the woman only to be greeted by a further inquiry. 

"Does my appearance meet your approval?"

Max, as can be expected, was surprised at this intimate and very direct question so stumbled over his answer.

"Ah...yes...very much."

"You are not put off by my features?"

Now her brusque behaviour was making more sense.

"In my position, given that I am here to sell, I find it impossible to even comment."

"But I insist."

He took a deep breath and despite the likelihood that his long journey could be instantly in jeopardy spoke the truth as he saw it.

"With your back to me I saw only grace and perfection but having now seen your face I can truthfully say that your disfigurement has done nothing to change my initial opinion."

She searched his eyes as if to figure out his true feelings until convinced that he spoke frankly replied spiritedly.

"I am glad to hear it for I cannot bear to see pity in anyone's expression."

"That you will never see in mine."

Her eyes opened wide at this reply and her attitude softened.

"I think you truly mean that." 

She did not flinch as his gaze then explored the incomplete plastic surgery to one side of her face. 

"What happened, I mean how did the injury occur?"

There was then a silence, in fact he thought immediately that he had overstepped the mark, but she drew in a ragged breath and replied.

"It was a car crash...well it was more the fire which followed. My doctors wanted me to go through yet more surgery but I refused."

He plucked up the courage to be honest once again having decided that this unusual woman would not appreciate any comment which smacked of insincerity.

"I think you were absolutely right not to let them carry out any more reconstruction."

"E perché è quella?" 

The question was forced out of the Comptesse but she immediately saw the incomprehension on his face and switched to English. 

"Why is that?"

"At present I can still see how beautiful you must have been before the accident but if you had any further surgery the original splendour would disappear entirely...you would merely end up as a different person."

...

There were just the two of them for dinner that night which was served on a terrace under vines and overlooking the sea. She was wearing a simple linen wrapover dress but one which oozed style and expense and he merely a Macy's cotton shirt and trousers.

"I apologise for not being here when you arrived, I only got in after lunch."

"It didn't matter Comptesse, your housekeeper made me very welcome."

He was still feeling uncomfortable given the fact that it was only an hour or so since she had been naked before him but in contrast to that occasion Martine had now scraped her hair back severely making no effort to hide the scars which cruelly pulled and distorted the left hand side of her face. Indeed she seemed to relish parading the disfigurement. 

Max had come to Italy merely to sell a small but choice sketch by Salvador Dali and was staying at what was described as her guest villa somewhere between Positano and Amalfi. But because of the misunderstanding earlier and the subsequent very personal conversation their relationship had seemingly changed from one of pure business to something far more intimate. 

And it was about to get even more complicated because as the maid served the primo course this extraordinary woman made a surprising request.

"I am to dine out tomorrow night. Would you do me the kindness of being my escort?"

"Of course Comptesse, it would be a pleasure but sadly I haven't packed any suitable clothes."

"It's an informal occasion."

"Then I would be honoured." 

He was aware that she had been watching him closely but again the Comptesse caught him on the wrong foot by changing the subject.

"Before this sorry debacle," she passed an elegant hand over the ravaged side of her face, "I found it difficult to tell if a man was just after my body as opposed to my wealth but in the end I decided that there was no real difference between the two. Both were equally demeaning and ultimately inescapable for a woman such as me."

Max remained silent but his level of discomfort was rising steadily.

"Now for obvious reasons," she again raised a hand to her cheek in a descriptive gesture, "I know for sure that men pursue me solely for my money."

But by now Max was becoming seriously disturbed and reacted sharply.

"Why are you confiding such personal details to a perfect stranger?"

The Comptesse seemed to consider her words carefully before replying with obvious sincerity.

"Because for once in my life I sense that I'm in the presence of someone who accepts my injury without judgement and one who can see beyond the scars."

...

He was sitting much later at an open window and looking out across the sea towards Capri when there was a tap on his door. She entered the bedroom and immediately made an apology.

"I did not mean to inflict you with my problems."

"You have no need to apologise, least of all to me."

She came over and took his hand.

"And I am surprised to find that a brash New York salesman is proving to be so sensitive, even kind."

"Hardly," he said ruefully, "If you saw me closing a deal you would never think that way."

"Perhaps it's just living in New York that makes everyone blunt to the point of rudeness?"

"Maybe?"

Then seemingly making a decision she amazed Max once again. 

"Will you please make love to me?"

He was shaken to the core for despite everything that had happened Max had never dared consider the Comptesse as being sexually available. But not loathe he gathered the pliant body into his arms while being well aware that it was the undamaged side of her face which was now pressed against his cheek.

"I have no protection with me but at least I'm clean..." He was speaking softly into her ear but she raised a finger to his lips and stopped him dead.

"Thank you for your consideration but there is no danger of pregnancy. According to my doctors I have been sterile ever since the accident."

She disengaged from the clinch, kicked off her shoes then unwrapped the dress which fell to the floor. Once again he was privileged not only to see the perfection of her body but to touch the silky smooth olive skin and then the engorged nipples before she moved decisively towards his bed.

"Take off your clothes." She ordered having laid herself out on the mattress, then watched in blatant anticipation as his erection sprang free. 

"There is no need for foreplay..." This was a mere whisper as her index finger circled an obviously erect clitoris. "...I've been ready ever since this morning at the pool."

She came quickly with her legs wound around his buttocks to urge him on, in fact almost as soon as he entered.

"How long will you last?" She breathed in his ear as her spasms lessened but Max was only just getting started.

"Who knows?"

This totally unexpected offering of her body had come from left field leaving Max virtually mindless, floating on air, so her second cumming took him totally by surprise and finally triggered his own tumultuous discharge.

Later still, as she lay in his arms, he trailed his finger tips over the scars but not surprisingly felt her body tense up in response.

"It's strange for I find these," he kissed the healed wounds fleetingly, "no barrier to my desire." He sensed that in response she was about to move away so he tightened the embrace to keep her close. "Tonight I found that I no longer even noticed the injury."

However she put her hands on his chest to forcibly remove herself from both his embrace and the bed but once she had retrieved her clothes the Comptesse turned to face Max.

"Men are so good at soft honeyed words."

Then she was gone leaving Max with the impression he had been used solely for her own sexual gratification. But after closer reflection he decided that the coupling had in truth been rather more than mere rutting.

...

Max did not see Martine again until the evening of the following day. Before he got up from a bed which still smelt so strongly of her perfume he had heard a car leave from the garage way above the house. It returned eight hours later. 

His hostess then appeared on the terrace trailed by a servant carrying a tray of cold aperitif's. Tom stood in welcome although Martine remained silent until the woman had left but then fleetingly stretched up to kiss his cheek evidently making yet another apology.

"You will find some clothes in your room which I hope you will wear this evening." 

He turned in surprise and mounting anger but she forestalled his protest. 

"Look, it's the least I could do having virtually insisted upon you accompanying me."

"I have already told you that I consider it a pleasure, so I insist upon repaying whatever you have spent."

"No, I will not hear of it because I do have an ulterior motive," she had the grace then to look embarrassed, "so you are at liberty to back out once I explain." 

Martine stalled at this point and Max was forced to ask. 

"Confess what?"

"It's all too sordid for words but I need you to play a part tonight," she paused and then repeated her previous proviso, "however I have no right to expect your help."

"Play a part? How?"

"There will be a politically powerful man there tonight who believes that I will soon be forced into becoming his mistress."

"Surely a powerful woman such as you can just blow him off?"

She merely shrugged resignedly.

"Sadly that is not the Italian way. In his overweening superiority he is confident that I will never get another offer and seems unable to accept that I have no wish to join his political empire let alone get into his bed." 

Max sipped his drink while struggling to come to terms with this extraordinary woman and the situation in which he now seemed to have become involved. But a willing accessory he was forced to conclude as he glanced around the opulent surroundings which were in such contrast to his poky walk up apartment back in New York.

"So apart from being an escort what are my duties this evening, although I must warn you that I have no experience in getting rid of objectionable suitors?"

Martine smiled but it was followed by a look which bathed him in gratitude.

"I will simply make it plain by my actions that you are my current lover," Max sat up straighter at this bombshell but she was not finished, "and just a hint to the Principessa upon our arrival will help greatly."

...

He was woken the following morning by the distinctive perfume as Martine slipped into his bed and almost before he could come fully to his senses she was already astride his hips and taking in his morning erection.

"Thank you for last night."

Her mouth was at his ear and her nipples were brushing his chest as she bent low over his torso.

"Did it do the trick?"

"Oh yes," then she grunted as he drove upwards nearly unseating the woman before continuing, "I feel sure that I shall hear no more from him."

...

"Having seen the reproduction I want to confirm my interest in the Dali but I must see it in the flesh before making up my mind."

They were drinking coffee in a little square whilst watching a noisy wedding party descending the long flight of steps from a church far above. Earlier and against his genuine protestations she had taken Max shopping and made him a present of yet more designer clothes at a price he could never have afforded. 

The Comptesse had overruled his protests citing her gratitude for his help but he still felt the lingering unease of being used. Of being used not only to satisfy her sexual lust but also to get the importunate man off her back.

But business first. 

"The gallery will never consider shipping the canvas until a deal has been concluded."

"I understand their reservations so I shall fly over to view it."

He was relieved and began mentally calculating the value of the commission he would receive once the deal went through, but first things first.

"Can I put a date in my diary for your visit?"

She leant forward and squeezed his hand the long hair swishing forward to conceal her mutilated face.

"You shall fly back with me in a couple of days' time."

Overcome by her obvious assumption that he would do her bidding Max said nothing as with a raised arm she then summoned her car. The chauffeur threaded his way through the milling crowds to stop not six feet from their table.

Martine did not come to his bed that night and was gone when he breakfasted surrounded by lemon bushes which filled the arbour with their scent. 

Having worked out the time differences he later rang the East Side gallery to warn them of the Comptesses imminent arrival then spent the rest of the day lazily wondering without much concern when she would return.

But she finally swept in at noon on the following day looking cool and composed in the blistering heat of high summer and sat down with him to take a simple lunch.

"My plane is at Capodichino Airport so we can leave tonight."

"Your plane?"

She looked at him failing for a moment to understand the thrust of his question before the penny dropped.

"I have my own executive jet," she pulled back a swath of hair to reveal the injured side of her face, "apart from the convenience it saves frightening the other passengers." 

He actually opened his mouth to speak before closing it with a snap which was not missed by Martine.

"If you were about to be gallant then save your breath for I have been flattered by experts."

"No I will never make that mistake. I merely wished to say that I have seen far worse."

He then saw the warring thoughts which crossed her face, first anger at his presumption then an overriding curiosity which soon resulted in a reluctant query.

"You have?"

"I was a marine combat medic in the Iraqi war."

This simple statement stopped her dead. She dropped her eyes and finished her juice before rising emphatically.

"Will you join me for a siesta?"

It was the first time he had been in her private suite which although large was furnished minimally with only the basics on show. No feminine fripperies were visible merely spartan furnishings.

She drew him into the bathroom then into the shower where the initial soaping of each other's bodies predictably changed quickly into a mutual sexual exploration.

...

It was early evening before he woke to find her sitting cross legged at his side and watching him steadily.

"So you have seen worse?"

"I have seen both men and women with their faces and bodies stripped to the bone or with such terrible burns that you wonder they survived at all," he shivered at the memory and paradoxically it was Martine who then moved to hold him tight in an instinctive offer of sympathy, "and when I returned to the States I saw previously loving partners who were now unable to cope and rejected their loved ones...but I also saw those whose love transcended everything."

...

Max paid in his commission to the delight of his bank manager and tried to put to the back of his mind the delights of the trip to Europe and of having sex with the Comptesse de Settimigla. However this was a task much easier said than done for to be truthful he had found the only two woman that he had slept with since his return somewhat wanting in comparison to Martine. 

Now as fall approached he thought less frequently of his brief episode with the unattainable Comptesse who had by now became merely a delightful memory. It was only when he happened to wear the clothes that she had pressed on him or when he saw the back view of a similar woman that he grew hard at the memory. 

That was until his telephone rang early one morning.

"Allo Max." 

"Comptesse, is that you?"

"Max, how are you?" Did he detect a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"I'm fine, and you?"

"Okay and I'm in New York."

"Are you here to buy more paintings?"

"If I find them, but enough of that. Would you be free for dinner?" 

Now he could clearly detect the sound of hope in her voice.

"Tonight do you mean?"

"Yes please."

"Of course," he would ring and cancel his date, "Where?"

"Come to my hotel first, shall we say six thirty." She named a prestigious 5* hotel overlooking Central Park.

...

"The Comptesse de Settimigla please." 

The desk clerk looked down his nose at Max but dialled the room.

She was nowhere to be seen when the staff butler admitted him to the suite and then poured him a glass of champagne but appeared within a couple of minutes to dismiss the man and stand looking at Max.

Her hair was pulled back and held in place with a diamond encrusted snood. No attempt was made to hide her scars which act of bravery he silently applauded as she came forward and took his hands.

"You see. I am taking your advice."

"But can you cope with the thoughtless people who cannot control their eyes?"

"So far so good but I have to admit that it does get easier with time, however if you prefer I will let my hair down for tonight?"




Selling a Painting



"No, I think you look absolutely wonderful just as you are."

"I had forgotten what a thoroughly kind man you are," she linked his arm in hers and they went down to the lobby where the Sedan driver was waiting.

It was going on midnight before the car drew up again under the Porte Cochere and she turned to him with what he thought was a look of naked pleading in her eyes.

"Can you possibly stay the night?"

He merely nodded in reply but his heart was thumping as he went round to help her out of the vehicle then escorted the Comptesse into the lobby.

It was the small hours and Martine was still wide awake. With great care she shifted her position but nevertheless the slight movement woke Max instantly.

"Martine, are you alright." 

He had already glimpsed the misery on her face before it was instantly closed off.

"No."

"Do you need a doctor?"

"No, I need you."

"But I'm here."

"I need you permanently."

"Oh." 

He had no idea what she meant by that and his confusion was clear enough for her to continue.

"I need your strength, your understanding and your caring support."

"But..." She put her hand to his mouth stopping the words before he could speak although in truth he was completely out of his depth.

"Could you fall in love with me despite everything?"

Max paused to formulate his thoughts as she watched anxiously.

"I wouldn't find it hard to love you, but I know it would be a mistake. A man such as me could never have realistic hopes in that direction. After all, our circumstances are so very different."

This seemed to satisfy her, at least for the present, but she continued with yet another query. 

"But have you no plans for your own future?"

"None. Other than a blind unfounded hope that I might one day own my own gallery."

"So you are not in love with anyone?" 

She seemed to hold her breath then release it in relief after his immediate reply.

"No, no one."

She kissed him softly but her hand lower down was more demanding.

"Fuck me again Max, I can't get enough of you."

She was silent then until he finally heard Maxine cry out and subside as if dead to the world.

...

The butler did not turn a hair when he wheeled in the breakfast cart to find Max propped up in the bed and the Comptesse appearing from the bathroom clad only in a toweling robe and with wet trailing hair.

"Thank you Frank I'll take it from here." 

Martine dragged Max out from under the bedclothes laughing at his very obvious erection and despite his complete nudity sat him at the table where she then served him coffee and croissants. But despite the distraction as she let her robe fall to the floor a nagging need to ring his employer soon overcame his pleasure.

"I have to be at the gallery, in fact," one glance at the clock was enough, "I'm already late."

He then watched fascinated as she picked up the telephone and was put through to the gallery owner.

"Yes Raoul, it's me. I'm here in New York...in fact I have already asked your Max Weinberg to come by and have breakfast with me...yes I am interested in the large Sisley...do you mind if I keep Max with me for the day...splendid, I'll be in touch shortly."

"So what now?" 

He was curious as to her motive.

"First we have some shopping to do."

Once more he was forced into accepting a complete new wardrobe feeling as ambivalent about her reasons as he had back in Italy but again she brushed off his protests.

"Why is it that a man can show his appreciation for a women by buying her lavish gifts but the same man immediately feels demeaned if the tables are turned?"

"I admit to having have no sensible answer when you put it like that."

"Good, but now we have an appointment at a gallery uptown." She mentioned a name which he recognised merely by repute. "Do you know anyone there?"

"No, I just know of them."

"Good. Then you can come with me incognito and then give me your considered opinion once we've left." 

She stalked into the place looking a million dollars with Max trailing behind. He was absurdly pleased that all day she made no attempt to hide the malformed side of her face, indeed she seemed almost to flaunt it as if daring anyone to be so crass as to stare.

The haughty receptionist quailed before the forceful Comptesse and they were shown around by the effete owner while Max said not a word although his eyes were everywhere.

Martine bought an early Georgia O'Keefe after haggling astutely to end up just under the true market value and then leaving her delivery instructions before the pair were once again ensconced in the hired Sedan.

"So what did you think?"

"There were three good pieces by established artists one of which you have bought but the rest was pretentious rubbish. Do you know who selects their stock?"

"That would be the man we met."

"Then I don't think much of his judgment," Martine was already nodding in agreement, "so I can't imagine that he is making much of a living"

She dropped him off at his apartment block casting an expressive eye over the downmarket neighbourhood even as she promised to send the car back later that evening.

He skipped up the four flights of stairs despite her purchases banging against his legs and sat nursing a coffee as he mused on the last 24 hours. But Max was forced to give up on guessing Martine's motives as he got spruced up for the night.

The show to which she took him was a English production which had transferred to Broadway and was currently wowing the New York critics. Later they went back stage at the invitation of the male star where in a crowded dressing room Martine was being courted by a theatrical promoter.

Having become separated Max found himself pressed up against the tasty bust of a half dressed ingénue.

"Sorry about this," she squawked in an unrefined English accent, "but I don't mind if you don't?" 

Her stomach was now tight against his and as his erection stirred she grinned and wriggled salaciously. 

"I'm his current bit of totty." 

She nodded in the direction of the star as if that explained all but before anything could develop Max found himself being adroitly turned so that he was now pressed against the Comptesse.

"He's mine darling," he heard Martine say sweetly over his shoulder before she steered them out into the corridor. 

"It's time for supper I think and tomorrow is Saturday so unless you have something else planned can we please spend the weekend together?"

...

So Max was a trifle bleary eyed when he arrived at work on Monday morning to be summoned immediately into the owner's office.

"Well done Max. I don't pretend to understand your influence over the Comptesse de Settimigla but she has paid full price for the Sisley, and unseen, so you will have another sizeable commission coming your way as soon as her bank draft is cleared."

...

Apart from a brief note regretting that she was required urgently back in Rome he heard nothing from Martine although two apparently unconnected items did arouse his interest soon after she had departed.

The first was an article in the press announcing that the uptown gallery which they had visited together had been sold to an unknown buyer and would be reopening at a future date with a complete change of stock. Second, and much closer to home, Max became convinced that he was being followed.

But then his mobile rang as he was on the street travelling between appointments.

"Darling its me." His heart lurched at hearing the Comptesses voice and his own temporarily seized up. "It's Martine, are you there Max?"

"Sorry, yes I'm here but I thought that you were gone forever."

"You won't get rid of me that easily. Can you visit me at the same hotel?"

"No problem. Shall I come at once?"

"Sooner if you can manage it." 

She was like a wild animal until the first orgasm flooded through her body but grew calmer before the second after which they both fell back exhausted.

"Wow," was all he could manage as she lay panting.

"You see how much I missed you my love."

He noted the word of endearment but chose not to remark upon it as she retrieved a slim file from the bedside table.

"What's this?"

"Read it."

He climbed out of the palatial bed and sat in an easy chair where he opened the folder the contents of which at once absorbed him to the exclusion of anything else.

"So you were the unnamed buyer...but why didn't you tell me at the time?" 

Then after having completed a second if rather quicker perusal he fixed her with an accusatory gaze but she replied without any trace of guilt.

"I am the new and sole owner of the Gallery, but not for long. We have an appointment later with my attorney which is when you will become an equal partner with full executive authority."

"What could possibly have made you think that I have the means to buy into such a deal?"

"You don't need to. It is my gift to us both."

"But why on earth would you want to do such a thing?"

"Because I can."

"That's rubbish and you know it. What's going on Comptesse?"

"It's simple, I know that you will make a lot of money for us both."

"So you also have a blind faith in my abilities?"

"Oh it's not blind. Read this second file."

She had come to sit in his lap bringing another folder with her but the naked flesh drove everything else from his mind so he refused to take the papers.

"Just tell me what it says, I'll read it later if I have to."

She had already settled herself on his miraculously restored erection and was moving her clitoris against his pelvis in a slow but purposeful way.

"I had a report prepared on the gallery at which you work."

Having had only one thing on his mind as his orgasm approached this made Max pause.

"What on earth for?"

"It confirmed what I have suspected ever since I first met you. It is you and you alone that has been keeping Raoul in a profitable business for so many years. It is you who has built up the stable of artists who sell regularly and for such high prices. Those he has chosen have without exception failed spectacularly."

"But he has always told me that my people were the least successful."

"That was a deliberate lie and you would know the truth if you had ever been allowed to see the books."

"Jesus, I had no idea. But will those artists that I discovered and nurtured follow me to the new gallery?"

"Why not? But you won't know until you ask them." 

But by now her flagrant desire had reached fever pitch and they came together with a deep sigh of satisfaction.

...

Martine was a regular visitor to New York during the following months as the gallery began to take shape and the artists whom Max had previously championed had without exception decided to follow him to the new premises. But not before an unpleasant half hour with his previous employer which was abruptly halted once Max made him aware of his inside knowledge.

The Comptesse had insisted that the first job to be completed was the apartment above the gallery into which Max moved as soon as was possible.

"I am not walking up four flights to some dingy hole," she had said forcefully when the papers were being signed.

And now after the triumphant opening when every piece of work already had a sold sticker attached the pair were in his new bed.

"You see, I knew you would make money for us both."

But her hand at his groin found him for the first time ever in their short relationship entirely unresponsive for he was exhausted from the weeks of frantic work. It was as if he had kept everything running full tilt until now when at the moment of success both his body and his mind had simply shut down.

"Sleep my darling," she whispered as he drifted off.

He woke at dawn to find Maxine, as was her habit, sitting cross legged at the foot of the bed watching him. Her face broke into a happy smile when she saw his eyes open but she remained still until he triumphantly threw back the duvet to reveal a rampant erection.

"You have earned a holiday," her hips above him were rocking slowly setting a relaxed rhythm as she spoke into his ear. "so we will go to my hideaway at Sorrento and turn off the telephones."

Then as he felt her building to an orgasm he pulled her down to kiss the ravaged skin at her cheek and for the first time since they had been intimate she did not turn her head away either in protest or self-loathing.

They made love again half way across the Atlantic, high above the clouds. When she was with him Max concluded that she was making up for something he could only guess but nevertheless welcomed.

"When was the accident?" He asked as her head nestled on his chest. The reply was immediate as if she knew he would sooner or later voice this entirely understandable curiosity.

"I was eighteen and at the Sorbonne in Paris."

"So how old are you now." He suspected late twenties but her reply surprised him.

"Thirty five." It was said with complete honesty and no trace of apology. "It was a long time before I could appear in public and before you ask the obvious question you are the first and only man since the crash with whom I have had sex."

He could think of nothing adequate to say nor did she seem to expect a reply merely kissing his cheek and squeezing his hand before continuing as if a dam had been breached.

"For years I had no interest in sex, in fact my libido was none existent, but since about the time I turned thirty things have gradually changed. My body seemed to be wakening up slowly and over the last few years I have become increasingly inventive at solo sex." 

She giggled deep in her throat.

"But somehow that seems to be so much less satisfying ever since the day I forced myself upon you." 

...

"This is the Captain speaking. We are making good time Comptesse due to a following wind so e.t.a. Naples is in forty minutes."

A bullet proof Mercedes was waiting outside the VIP terminal and well within an hour they were being let through the security gates of a walled premises overlooking the harbour below.

"Like my father before this is my favourite place but for some unknown reason my mother never came here." 

She linked arms with Max as they entered the house leaving behind the heat of the courtyard and held onto him even as she introduced the staff who were waiting.

"If it meets your approval I will have your bags taken to my suite?"

Martine looked uncharacteristically nervous until he answered in the affirmative.

"Thank you my darling." 

There it was again, "love" and "darling". Was this some usual European way of talking or did she mean it in the way he understood? Well only time would tell.

Later while lying together in the midst of a fragrant bed of lavender she turned the conversation away from herself and towards his past.

"So not only do you have a Master's in Art History but you played college football at a high level, you've been in the Marines, and you are forty next month."

"How do you know all this?"

"I know everything about you." She grinned conspiratorially, "Surely you would not have expected me to take a partner in my gallery without checking into his past?

"Ahhh of course, that explains a lot, and you had me followed didn't you?"

"Not just followed. All your history was dug up. In the USA I discovered that you have the most efficient detectives I've ever come across."

"So you know about the women in my life?"

"The ones that were important, yes."

"And?"

"If I ever meet the woman who deserted you when you were in Iraq I will be tempted to scratch out her eyes."

"Oh she wasn't so bad. It was no life for a girl to be sat at home waiting to hear that her fella is dead or maimed." 

"You are a fine man, but I've said that before." she turned on her back to worship the sun.

...

Martine kept her word in not taking or making any telephone calls for a week during which time she overwhelmed Max with her attention seemingly wanting to be in his presence every minute of the day and night, touching him, seeing everything anew through his eyes and never once consciously covering the scars which had for so long kept her out of the public gaze.

Max was also made subtly aware of the approval now being shown to him by the long serving staff of the villa. They clearly loved the Comptesse and were happy at the obvious improvement in her spirits which they evidently considered was entirely due to his presence in her life. 

But all good things eventually come to an end so when a visitor arrived unannounced and was closeted with Martine for some time before departing just as quickly Max suspected that the idyll was over and life would soon be back to normal.

"That was my brother the Prince of Salerno." 

She had come out into the gardens to find him.

"My god, a real live Prince!"

"Darling that's no big deal in Italy, here they are ten a penny, and besides which he has already gambled away all his inheritance on the stock market."

"But not your money?" 

He saw her look of surprise as she incorrectly assumed that he had interests in that direction. Indeed he almost made an issue of making a denial until realising that whatever he said now would be open to misinterpretation. So he just kept quiet in the hope that it could wait until another time. 

Then she recalled the purpose of her brother's visit.

"Somehow he has discovered your speciality and wants your professional help. But as always it's probably just a dream."

"Always?"

"So far anyway...but it would give me breathing space if you would consent to check out his so called find."

"Find?"

"According to him he has discovered a long lost masterpiece by an Italian Renaissance painter which he is sure will make him a fortune."

She proffered a grainy photo which Max examined closely.

"It could just possibly be the missing Francetti but who can tell from such a poor reproduction?"

"Will you at least check it out?"

"If you want me to, then of course."

They moved then to look over the harbour towards Naples with the view framed romantically in a stone embrasure. He took her hand.

"You must never think that I have designs on your money, my comment was entirely selfless. I am deeply grateful just to be a partner in the New York Gallery and I have no desire for anything more than that."

He saw first the undeniable relief in her expression but then a trace of what he was sure was regret until she kissed him lightly on the cheek and began recounting what was obviously an extremely abbreviated history of her riches.

"My father was a modern man but from an ancient family. By becoming a successful industrialist he increased the considerable wealth left to him by an uncle into a global fortune and now since his death I run the whole world wide business."

"Why not your brother, isn't that how things are normally done?"

"Yes, that's exactly how it should have been but the present Prince was never one for accepting responsibility so my father trained me to take over." 

...

The following day her personal helicopter took them North and over the outskirts of Rome to set them down at a place she called Bracchiano. They landed in the grounds of a brooding stone castle set on a headland overlooking a large lake.

Martine's brother was waiting for them and being impatient to be off hauled Max over to a 4WD leaving his sister to the mercies of his wife.

"Make for Sutri." He ordered the driver.

They drove round the perimeter of the Lake before taking to the hills on ever deteriorating roads until by midday they were following a rough track with stones bouncing off the metal floor of the heavy car. Finally they arrived at a long abandoned Chiesa Femminile. 

The driver parked beside a beaten up Fiat van and they found a goat herd standing waiting who when the two men alighted simply jerked a head for them to follow. 




Selling a Painting



A rough timber door creaked open and they were led to the rear of a smashed up altar screen where a large painting was leaning against the stonework.

The Prince was beside himself in anticipation but trying desperately to look cool and unconcerned.

"I don't have enough light to examine a painting," protested Max immediately to the black suited man whom he assumed to be in charge. 

This had to be translated by the Prince but resulted in three men carrying the large picture out into the open air followed closely by the bemused art expert.

"Can we take it out of the frame?" 

Max knew immediately that the carved mouldings were eighteenth century and thus a mismarriage with the artwork itself but he needed to see the panel on which it was painted.

"Careful for god's sake." 

His urgency conveyed itself to the goatherd without need of translation but finally it was out and Max sat on a rock examining both the paint and the composite wooden panel which had been used as the ground. 

He ignored the impatience being exhibited by the Prince as he drank in the quality of the brushstrokes before eventually turning to the prospective buyer.

"I cannot find anything which leads me to dismiss it out of hand but it needs proper tests to ascertain for sure if it's genuine."

He continued to inspect reverently what he was beginning gradually to believe was the true Francetti while the two Italians appeared to be arguing but in the end they shook hands and the panel was removed from Max, none to politely it should be said, restored to its frame and re-wrapped in dirty sacking. 

The Prince was jubilant.

"He will not allow the painting to be seen by anyone else but I am so sure of the provenance that I have agreed a price. As soon as I take possession then I will ask you to arrange for the necessary tests."

Max broke the silence during the return drive to question the Prince.

"Where was it found?"

The man beside him seemed far away but eventually replied.

"In that old chapel. It seems that the German officer had to flee for his life before transport could be arranged and was forced to leave it there concealed in a crate."

Later that night and in Martine's arms Max expressed his misgivings.

"How much has it cost him? What if it proves to be a fake?"

"You can be sure that he has only paid a fraction of its true value even if it should prove to be genuine."

"And how will he get an export licence?"

"Where there's a will there's always a way."

...

Max flew back to New York in a First Class seat, courtesy of the Comptesse, being required back home to wrap up the current exhibition and to interview a number of new artist's whose development he had been watching for some time.

They had kept on the haughty receptionist who had greeted them during their first exploratory visit and Max had rapidly grown to respect the woman's ability. 

Martha was a product of Vassar and came from old Boston stock but her initial poor opinion of Max had changed rapidly to a full blown admiration which she had fought against not least because her new employer had begun to people all her lurid sexual fantasies. 

This came to a head one evening in a storeroom when they were thrown together bodily by a toppling stack of framed pictures. 

Martha grabbed at Max as she lost her balance and involuntarily gripped his arm which was then imprisoned between her firm breasts.

"So sorry," was all she managed before somehow their lips met and all her frosty demeanour vanished in a show of lust which surprised and amazed them both.

"This is not a good idea," he said as she shuddered to a climax on his hand with her skirt hiked up to her waist and her thong pushed out of the way.

"No you are right," she replied as she feverishly opened his flies and then fell to her knees with her mouth already open.

Later he took her round the corner for a drink and ensconced in a bar they sat with heads close together.

"I am a married woman," she began, "and you are the Comptesses man."

"Am I?" He was at first surprised by this interpretation of the relationship between him and the co-owner but then accepted that to others it must appear exactly that. "I suppose I am," then, "so what do you want to do?"

He thought erroneously that Martha might be about to give her notice to quit but she surprised him.

"I don't want to stop."

"We must."

"I suppose so."

"How soon do you have to be home?"

"There's plenty of time."

"Then my bed is empty and available."

But after a month of frequently interrupted work in favour of dalliance with Martha he had to travel back to Italy and leave the receptionist to continue without him.

...

He arrived to be greeted by a cool reception from what turned out to be a very jealous Martine. She waded in immediately

"You've been fucking Martha."

Max recoiled but stung by the attack immediately gave as good as he got.

"So you've still got your spies on my tail. Martha said that I was your 'man' as if I was merely your paid gigolo." 

He faced Maxine angrily. 

"I am not and never was your property contrary to appearances. You are free to go with anyone you please and by the same token so am I."

For the moment she seemed to swallow her anger at least enough to fill him in on her brother's progress.

"He has the painting ready for inspection and the men that you suggested have been contacted."

"When are they coming?"

"At the weekend."

This time he was put in the guest suite and detected a frisson of sympathy from the staff at this cavalier treatment. Martine was conspicuously absent but he met the two 'experts' both of whom also came to the opinion that the painting was indeed the long lost Francetti which had been looted by the nazi's in the second world war and then abandoned during their headlong flight. 

The brushwork was absolutely right, the base panel and the paint pigment had tested positive for age and the subject matched exactly the image shown on the only two black and white reproductions which had survived from before WW2.

He then gave advice on the replacement framing and the level of cleaning to be carried out and had already rung the airline to confirm his flight back to New York when he heard a tap on his door. At his call of 'avanti' the Comptesse entered still wearing an evening dress having obviously just returned from a function.

"May I sit down?"

"Of course." 

He waited curious as to her reason for seeking him out.

"Max I am truly sorry for my outburst and for having had you followed. I have already called them off and it will never happen again."

"Thank you." 

But he was damned if he would go further and remained silent as her eyes filled with tears.

"I do not know how to say this," she began and then petered out before visibly pulling herself together to continue, "I am hopelessly in love with you Max but I'm afraid of being hurt, afraid that like many men in the past you only have eyes for my wealth." 

She had stood and was now pacing up and down the room clearly deeply agitated. But he still said nothing even though his heart was turning cartwheels.

"I want nothing more than for us marry and although I might smother you with affection I would do my best not to emasculate you, what do you American's call it so vividly...I would try not to break your balls." 

She was looking at him with hope in her eyes but despite his love for the Comptesse he could see no way in which marriage to this woman could possibly work and seeing her defeat in his face she visibly crumpled.

"It wouldn't work for you, would it?" 

She was close to despair but with an even greater effort pulled herself together. 

"It is the most unfortunate thing possible for you are the only man that I know who accepts me for what I am, who sees through my disfigurement to the woman beneath and now that I cannot have you I am strongly tempted to simply sign everything over to my brother. Then we might marry as equals."

"But what about the thousands of people who depend upon you for a living wage."

She held up her hands in acceptance of this truth and with the tears now streaming down her face fled in his arms and made the only suggestion she could think of.

"Perhaps you could sign a pre-nuptial agreement?"

He took a moment to think this through but knew immediately that it would never work.

"Even if it was made public everyone would still believe that you had bought me much like you did the clothes on my back. And besides all that I'm a City boy and New York is where I belong, not hanging about with the rich idlers of this world."

She sighed and extricated herself to stand before him but with her head dropped in misery as she accepted her fate.

"Then it's all over."

...

He returned to the US and took Martha into his confidence. She very sensibly accepted that their short but intense sexual relationship was now at an end but so prized her job that she stayed on and was promoted to manager with the full approval of the other partner.

However, and possibly as you might expect given the regular daily contact, his affair with Martha slowly began again but this time with less intensity. It was only interrupted when the Comptesse flew over regularly to join Max in his bed. 

In fact, and unknown to Max, those two so very different women had tacitly decided to share the spoils.

THE END



Selling Cars



Chapter 1

Elizabeth had just about given up scouring the want ads when she noticed a little box at the bottom of a column.

Fast growing luxury car dealership is seeking a sales associate who can relate to older buyers. Successful applicant must be personable, attractive, and know what it takes to sell expensive cars. Work with our team and earn big commissions!

Larry's Luxury Cars 555-9000.

Although a commission sales job was not what she had in mind, Elizabeth was getting desperate. Her marriage of twelve years had ended with her owning a house, but without any income to support it, or herself. And to keep that house she had to make mortgage payments that were rapidly draining her small bank account. Shortly after her husband disappeared, so had her part time job as a sales clerk in the local department store. The local economy was in the dumps, and she had been looking for a job for weeks with no luck.

"Well, if I can sell sweaters and dishes, I guess I can sell cars," she thought. The fact that Larry's Cars was looking for an older salesperson gave her some hope. She assumed that the 'older buyers' being referred to included women, and that might rule out all the sexy young things that seemed to always beat her out for the available jobs.

Not that she didn't consider herself attractive. At 39 she knew she could still turn heads if she dressed right. Elizabeth was what some people called a BBW, a "big beautiful woman." At five feet six inches, she was big, but by no means fat. Her defined but not delicate waist curved out into generous hips and a firm protruding ass. She had thick, glossy hair, blue-black and wavy--some people might say it was too long for a woman of her age, but she always wore it pulled back in a loose French twist with tendrils falling around her face. Behind the casually handing wisps of hair her sleepy brown eyes seemed to peek out just looking for a bedroom.

Her best feature was her large, shapely breasts. Unlike many big women whose breasts seemed like water balloons about to come lose from their moorings, Elizabeth had the breasts of an over-developed twenty year old. When she had on the right top and bra not one man in ten could keep his eyes on her face. Sometimes she would tease men by stooping down and putting her face where her breasts had been, looking back up into the man's eyes and beaming a smile that seemed to extend to the edges of her cheeks. One embarrassed guy had tried to pretend he had not been focused on her chest by commenting on her sexy mouth and plump pink lips.

Yes, she definitely knew that when she wanted to she could be sexy as hell, in spite of not having a fashion model body. She was looking forward to having a man appreciate her again. But first she had to get herself on a sound financial footing.

"What the hell," she thought as she picked up the phone and dialed the number.

Her call was answered promptly by a voice that seemed to purr over the phone. "Good morning, Larry's Luxury Cars, my name in Katharine, how can I help you?"

"Yes, I am calling about the ad for a sales person."

The voice changed from the soft tone to a much more commanding one. "Very good. Larry has asked me to conduct preliminary interviews over the phone. You can call me Kat."

"Nice to talk with you Kat. My name is Elizabeth. What would you like to know?"

"You haven't met me yet," laughed Kat. "Some people might say I am not so nice. I am Larry's show room manager, and I run a tight ship."

Elizabeth was a bit taken back. She had expected to be making an appointment for an interview, not to be subjected to such a strong personality over the phone. She didn't know what to say.

"Let me ask you a few questions," said Kat. "Have you had sales experience?"

"Yes. I have worked off and on for ten years as a sales clerk in various stores."

"Were your customers mainly women?"

"Yes."

"Not good," said Kat. "Our cars are bought by men. Even when a woman picks it out, her man usually negotiates the deal and pays the bill."

"What's the difference?" wondered Elisabeth. "A good sales personality should work with both men and women."

Kat decided to cut to the chase with this applicant. No need to waste time.

"Look Liz," she said. "Luxury cars are a kind of sex symbol for the kind of men that are our customers. Our successful sales people are women who understand that and take advantage of it. You have to make the man associate the idea of owning the car with the idea of having you sexually, and sometimes you have to make that idea a reality in order to close the deal. Larry demands results. Comprende?"

That should do it, thought Kat. She knew that Larry did not want any naïve sales associates who would run at the first suggestion of using sex to get orders. The one time she had encouraged him to hire the wrong type of girl there had been a lot of trouble. It had cost Larry several thousand dollars to avoid legal action, and he had taken it out on Kat. Her ass was sore for days.

But Elizabeth was determined not to be put off by this brash woman who was obviously exaggerating the situation to get her reaction. Elizabeth had no problem flaunting her big tits and flirting with men to get what she wanted. In fact it was kind of exciting and made her want the job more.

"I know how to appeal to and manipulate men," she said. "Your ad said you wanted someone who could relate to older buyers, and I assume that means someone a little older with a brain and not just a twenty year old sex goddess. I am 39 with a good body and lots of experience. I can be a non-threatening counselor to your older women customers, and then close the deal with the men, especially the older ones who want to relate to a woman who has more to offer than just a perfect body."

Kat was surprised and impressed. Elizabeth had defined the job in much the same terms that Larry had. This gal was worth an interview.

"Come in tonight at 10 pm after we close," said Kat. "Larry and I will interview you then."

A small shiver ran down Elizabeth's back. Maybe Kat was not exaggerating the sexual nature of this job. A nighttime first interview was not normal. On the other hand, she had the feeling that Kat was testing her, and she was ready to meet the challenge. And there was that feeling of excitement in the pit of her stomach.

"I'll be there," she said.

"Dress appropriately," said Kat, and she hung up.

Dress appropriately? What did that mean? Should she dress conservatively, like she normally would for a job interview, or should she make herself look as sexy as possible? One thing was certain; she was not going looking like a slut. She suspected that this Kat person was testing her ability to be sexy and professional at the same time, and that is just how she thought of herself.

She had plenty of time before her ten o'clock appointment, so she could pamper herself and experiment with different outfits to find the one that felt right. First she took a long, luxurious bath, smoothing thick, vanilla-scented foam over the curves of her body. After her skin was sufficiently moist and soft, she slowly and carefully shaved all the hair from her legs, underarms, and between her legs. Drying herself, she admired the opulent flesh in the mirror.

"Umm...", she said out loud. "Not bad. And I know how to use it."

Still naked, she sat at her dressing table with the afternoon sun on her back and painted her nails a deep ruby red. She took a long time with her hair, brushing it to a shine and securing it on the top of her head with a silver clip shaped like a dragonfly. Finally she worked on her eyes, being careful to highlight the "bedroom look" without overdoing it.

Next came the underwear and clothes selection. There was no question which bra she would wear. Her new, "shelf type" black bra positioned her breasts like well shaped muffins on a platter, and at the same time allowed her to display as much lush cleavage as she wanted. She slipped the bra straps over her shoulders and hooked the little clasp in the front. The silky soft edge of the bra barely covered her prominent nipples.

Surveying her lingerie drawer she discarded the super sexy thong in favor of the more conservative black, tight fitting bikini panties. She really didn't expect anyone to be seeing her in her underwear that night, but it pleased her to know she looked good under her clothes.

For her top she chose a tight-fitting, moderately low cut, red silk blouse. The pearl buttons allowed her to adjust how much cleavage would be on display. She thought she would start conservatively, but if the occasion demanded, she could slip a button or two. Her favorite skirt was a knee length black knit that hugged her hips and ass, a perfect companion for the red blouse.

After a couple of pirouettes in front of the mirror, she sat and began trying various items of jewelry. Finally she settled on a silver ring necklace with a blank onyx pendant that rested just above the deep valley between her breasts. For ear rings she chose small silver hoops that complemented the silver butterfly clasp in her hair.

Last came the question of stockings and shoes. She knew that high heels would be the natural choice and would make her look good in her outfit, but for some reason she wanted to make a statement that she was different and confident enough to be unconventional. Also, she hated the look and feeling of the panty hose which she always wore with high heels. Maybe she should get herself some thigh high stockings and sexy garters, but that was not an option today. Her mind kept going to her soft leather black boots with the ridiculously thick high heels and rounded toes. They were tough and comfortable, very practical for the current winter weather.

The boots came up almost to her knee. "No need for stockings with these," she said to herself. Standing straight in front of the mirror, she saw how the boots made her look taller, and how they caused her breasts and ass to thrust out aggressively from her body

"Ok Larry and Kat. I am ready. Let's see what comes of this." She picked up her purse and walked out of the door, planning to kill the time before her ten 'clock appointment by going out to dinner and a movie.

***

Kat put down the phone and stared out of the showroom window at the softly falling snow. She thought she was going to enjoy putting this uppity Elizabeth in her place. Larry had insisted on hiring an older woman, but had make it clear that Kat was still going to be in charge. Kat knew what Larry liked, and she liked giving it to him.

The work atmosphere at the dealership was what some would call 'raunchy'. Like all businesses, the tone was set by the chief executive, and Larry was a horn dog. Male and female employees were always joking and making sexually suggestive comments. Affairs were common. It was not the workplace for a squeamish, middle-aged woman.

Kat's good looks, coupled with many experiences and a hard life, had made her confident and worldly for her 30 years. She was tall and thin, with firm, pointy tits and a heart-shaped, aggressive-looking ass. Naturally blonde, she kept her hair short, almost severe, in a way that seemed to attract women as well as men. Tight clothes and heavily made up blue-green eyes got people's attention.

Over-sexed since she was fourteen, she had enjoyed playing with both girls and boys, sometimes both at once. Above all, she enjoyed the power sex gave her over men, and over some women. She was willing to do anything and made it a point to draw out her partners to find out what really turned them on. It was surprising how often it was kinky sex of one form or another. Once she learned what it was, she gave it to them in spades, making herself addictive and giving her power.

Larry had hired her the first time he met her. He had a concept for his car business that needed a Kat to help him develop sex as a subtle sales tool. After a few drinks and a few turns on the dance floor at the local bar, it was obvious that Kat was very uninhibited about sex and willing to use it to get what she wanted. In their second meeting, with her hand inside Larry's pants, Kat got him to tell her that what really turned him on. Larry liked watching one woman dominate another sexually, while he watched and eventually joined in. He told Kat that he had had one experience like that in his life, and he couldn't get it out of his mind. Kat had smiled; what he described was right up her alley.

Kat was immensely attracted by Larry's masculine good looks. He was well over six feet tall, with a large body that was much more muscle than fat. His striking blue eyes seemed to Kat like magnets that could draw out her deepest secrets. She guessed that he was in his fifties, but in fact he was sixty three. Having been through two bad marriages, Larry was enjoying his freedom and had no problem finding women to play with. Five years ago had set up his luxury car dealership, which turned out to be a big success.

When Larry started his business, there were already established dealers in his area for all the big name luxury cars: Mercedes, Lexus, Jaguar, BMW, Porsche, Cadillac, even Rolls Royce. Larry's idea was to sell slightly used versions of all these cars, in a show room environment that made the customer feel he was buying a new car. Of course, the customer knew the car wasn't brand new, because the price was usually ten or twenty percent lower than what a new one would cost. But the customer got to see and compare the cars in one place, and also save a lot of money. All the customer had to do was overlook the fact that the odometer on the car showed a few thousand miles. He could always tell his friends that he had put on this mileage himself.

There was, however, one big problem with Larry's concept. Luxury car buyers demanded top quality technical service to fix any problems with their cars, and since the cars were so different, he could not afford to have the parts and trained technicians on hand to deliver service comparable to a dealer who specialized in only one car. This problem kept him from launching his business until one day a friend introduced him to Carl.

Carl was one of those one-in-million technical people who could fix anything. He just seemed to have an inbred sense for machines. Over a working life of twenty years, he had worked on all type of cars. When Larry met him he had just been fired from the BMW dealership because he had groped one of the office girls while she was walking through the repair bay. It was no secret in the local industry that Carl often lost control when it came to women. Carl was having a hard time finding another job.

Kat was present when Larry sat down with Carl. "I'll tell you what," Larry had said to Carl. "I will set you up with every tool you need to fix any of these luxury cars. And I promise that the women who will work at the dealership will be super friendly. Right, Kat?"

"No problem," Kat purred. She put her hand on Carl's thigh. "The women will all be just like me, and very appreciative of your work."

"Do I have to think about this?" said Carl. "When do I start?"

***

Two years later Larry had a thriving business with an excellent reputation for service. Kat had helped him hire four young, sexy women as "sales associates." Every one of them had to go "see Carl" once a week. Carl and his helpers enjoyed their visits immensely. They would take pictures of the girls to put on the wall next to their traditional car shop calendars. The girls would pose in various stages of undress, but with their faces covered by a mask.

Kat especially liked to tease Carl. She would often go into the shop when she wasn't expected and catch Carl on his back under a car. His legs would be exposed and he would be trapped. She would ask another worker for a clean cloth so she could kneel down beside him and run her hands up and down his legs. In her sexiest voice she would tell him how she loved touching his legs and how she wanted to touch more of him.

The first time she had done this, Carl was embarrassed and had tried to scoot out from under the car. But when he came part way out, it gave her access to his cock, which she promptly squeezed. At that, Carl stopped moving and just lay there looking up at the underside of the Mercedes.

"Nice Carl, just be still and little Kitty take care of you," she said sweetly. Two other sales girls watched as she unzipped his pants and put her hand inside. Carl's legs jerked, and the other girls laughed.

"You like this, don't you Carl? I know you do. Just relax and enjoy. I am going to rub the head of this big thing between my fingers ever so lightly."

"Oh shit......oh god.......that feels sooooo good."

"Now maybe a little harder. .... And now maybe a little faster......"

"Ahhhhhhhhh......you bitch, you slut.....don't stop whatever you do....."

"Don't worry Carl. I've only gotten started. Now I think I will move my hand up and down, up and down, up and down, just so....."

That did it for Carl. His body jerked as fluid flooded his pants. His head came up so hard he dented the oil pan of the car. From then on he never tried to get out from under when Kat came to see him, and he was careful to brace himself against the bottom of the car while she worked him over. Whenever she wanted a favor for one of her customers, Kat knew she could count on Carl.

***

Elizabeth arrived promptly at ten o'clock and drove through the open gate into the parking area in front of the show room. Hearing a noise, she looked into her rear view mirror and was surprised to see the gate closing behind her.

Through the show room window she could see ten or more beautiful cars, each illuminated with an overhead spot light. The rest of the room was in shadow. She parked near the door and walked up to the entrance. Although the door was glass, the interior at that point was dark, and she could see no movement.

She tried the door handle and found it locked. Looking around, she noticed a button that was apparently a door bell. Sure enough, when she pushed it she heard a ringing inside. A few seconds later a spot light on the outside of the building came on and bathed her in bright light. That was all. No one came to the door to let her in.

Kat was enjoying her little game. She watched from an upstairs window as Elizabeth fidgeted and wondered what to do. There was nothing like an unexpected obstacle at the last minute to shake someone's confidence. Kat imagined what Elizabeth was thinking: here I am in the fenced yard of a dealership that is obviously closed, with a locked gate behind and a locked door in front. She wanted Elizabeth to be relieved and feeling dependent when Kat finally came to the door. Also, she relished having Elizabeth under the bright light where she could examine her.

Elizabeth was just about to push the button again when the door flew open and Larry was standing there.

"You must be Elizabeth," he said. "Please come in. I'm sorry you were left out in the cold so long. I thought Katharine, my assistant, was going to let you in."

"No problem," responded Elizabeth, as she extended her hand. For a few seconds they both stood there in the spot light, frankly appraising each other. She liked what she saw, and felt a twinge of excitement by the way he was looking at her. For his part, he was impressed by the way she met his gaze, as if challenging him. When he dropped his eyes to her breasts, she kept her eyes on his, as if she were proud of her assets. He raised his to meet hers and smiled. Then he took her hand and led her through the entry hall into the showroom.

Elizabeth looked around. The large room was in shadow except where spot lights illuminated the cars. "They're beautiful," she said.




Selling Cars



Larry smiled and walked her to the middle of the room. Ten or twelve sleek and shiny images beckoned her from every direction, like showgirls on a stage. Sensuous guitar music played softly in the background. Elizabeth wondered if the scene would have the same impact in the daylight.

"It's almost erotic," she said. "I'll bet you sell a lot of cars at night."

"Very perceptive of you," said Larry. "Many deals are closed at night. When we sense that a customer is serious, we invite them to stop in for a drink after work. We try to get them to imagine how good they are going to feel owning a car like ours, and when we succeed, we make a sale."

At that moment Kat joined them. She had not expected Larry to come to the door, and now she had to play catch up to get control of the interview. The last thing she wanted was for Larry to have his own opinions about this applicant.

"Good evening, Elizabeth," she said. "I was just coming to let you in so that we could begin our interview."

"You must be Kat," said Elizabeth. "I am pleased to meet you."

Larry saw the two women size each other up. Although they were not that different in age, Kat's classic good looks and sensational figure seemed to overwhelm Elizabeth's soft femininity. He knew that Kat would immediately try to take control of this woman, and he felt a surge of sexual excitement as he contemplated what might happen.

"Let me show you around," said Kat. "If the job seems right for you, we will meet up with Larry again in a little while."

"Good idea," said Larry, as he walked away. "I will be in my office."

Kat took Elizabeth firmly by the arm and began a tour of the showroom. "Have you ever owned a car like one of these?" she asked.

"Not yet," said Elizabeth. "Are they really as luxurious as the look?"

"Even more so. The powerful engine, the soft leather, the genuine wood trim, the quiet smooth ride, the surround-sound system—they all go together to make you feel really special. Here, sit in the driver's seat of this Jag and see what I mean."

Elizabeth opened the door of the metallic green Jaguar and eased herself onto the brown leather. Her shirt rode up on her legs, highlighting her high boots. Kat sat in the passenger seat and looked at her.

"The key to selling these cars is to get inside the customer's head," said Kat. "Imagine that you are a man sitting there with a girl like me in the seat next to him. With those clunky boots it should be easy to imagine yourself as a man. What are you thinking?"

Elizabeth felt the blood rush to her face. Why had she worn those boots? A woman in a car like this clearly should be wearing sexy high heels. Well, she would just have to go along with Kat and play the man.

"I'm thinking that you are impressed with my car."

"And what does that mean for you, to have impressed me?"

Elizabeth knew where Kat was leading her. "It means that I might get you to go home with me."

"Exactly," exclaimed Kat. "You catch on quick. An expensive car means wealth, and wealth means power, and power means women are attracted. Feminine women, not clunky boot-wearing women."

"OK, OK, I won't wear boots," whined Elizabeth.

Kat was pleased. Elizabeth seemed to understand the sexual aspect of the selling process, and she was on the defensive about her boots. Kat thought she would see how far she could push her.

"Let's continue our little role playing," said Kat. "You be Mr. Smith, the hesitant male buyer, and I will be the sales girl. I'll show you how to get the order."

Elizabeth put herself into the role. "I like the car, but it's just too expensive."

"Look at me, Mr. Smith. You know you can afford this car if you really want it. How long are you going to deny yourself some of life's greatest pleasures? You are an attractive man; with this car you would be irresistible to a girl like me."

Kat moved closer to Elizabeth and put her hand on the applicant's exposed knee, just above the boot. Then she leaned forward and put her lips up to Elizabeth's ear. "Why don't we go for a drive?" she whispered. "We can take the car wherever you want."

A shiver went down Elizabeth's spine. Kat's voice was incredibly sexy, and the feather touch on her leg offered the promise of exquisite pleasure. For a moment she forgot that Kat was a woman.

"What do you say?" Kat continued, sliding her fingers two inches higher. "Should we take this baby for a spin? I've got all afternoon."

Elizabeth played along. "Yea. I would like to see how it handles, especially with you in it."

Kat laughed. "That's the spirit. Just let me get the paperwork in case you decide to buy it while we're out."

"Oh," Elizabeth exclaimed with a grin. "Do I detect a possible 'quid pro quo'?"

"How'd you guess?" chuckled Kat. "You've passed the first test. Now we'll go meet with Larry. Do what he tells you, and you'll get the job.

Do what he tells me. I wonder what that implies, thought Elizabeth, as Kat led her to Larry's office. He's a good-looking guy, and if he wants me, I'm ready. It's been too long..."

Larry's office was designed to impress. He sat behind a huge, mahogany desk in a large corner room, thickly carpeted with what looked like plush, white wool. On one side stood a small conference table with four padded chairs. On the other was a leather couch, flanked by two matching chairs and a sturdy wooden coffee table. A Tiffany lamp on the desk sprayed patterns of colored light on the rich surface.

"Well," said Larry, rising to greet them. "How did it go?"

"She's good," said Kat. "And I think she understands the nature of the job."

"Really?" questioned Larry, looking Elizabeth up and down. "We have to be sure. Don't want any complaints or law suits. Tell me Liz, what did Kat tell you was the secret of selling luxury cars?"

Elizabeth smiled. "That sex sells. It's no secret. I've known that forever. To sell your cars I would need to make the customer believe that owning the car would greatly improve his or her sex life."

Larry beamed. "Very good. And are you prepared to guarantee that result if necessary?"

Boy, he gets right to the point, thought Elizabeth. This is moving too fast. "I would deal with each situation as it developed," she said. "I'm not going to commit to satisfying every Tom, Dick, and Harry who comes along."

"Good answer," said Larry, nodding his head. Then he added, "You don't have to fuck them all, but you do have to tease them all. You can't do that by keeping your shirt buttoned up to the top. Come here."

The commanding tone in his voice hit her like a jolt of electricity. She could feel her heart rate pick up. Powerful, authoritative men had always aroused her sexual submissiveness, a proclivity that had never been satisfied by her wimpy former husband. Without hesitation, she took several steps to stand before him.

"Put your hands behind you and pull back on your shoulders," he ordered.

Elizabeth took a deep breath and complied. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Kat move to the side to be able to view the action in profile. Larry smiled confidently and reached for the top button on Elizabeth's tight blouse.

"That's better," he said. "But still too modest. I think two more..."

The pressure from her thrusting breasts parted the freed lapels of the blouse like shutters being blown open by a strong breeze. Cool air tingled the suddenly exposed flesh. One hard nipple peaked over the edge of her low cut bra.

Instinctively she moved her hands to cover herself. "On my... Sir, what are you doing?" she stammered.

"Hands back!" he bellowed. "Stand up straight! This is the critical part of your interview."

Elizabeth longed to obey him, but she had her dignity. "Why, I could have you arrested for this treatment," she wailed.

He smiled. "I think not. Kat is the only witness, and she will remember events differently. Right, Kat?"

"Of course," Kat replied with a sinister grin. "Elizabeth came to this interview with the intention of seducing you. I will testify to that. And I recorded my role-playing interview with her, which will clearly show her loose sexual morals."

"Excellent. Perhaps you should secure Elizabeth's hands behind her so that I can continue with my exploration. The wrist cuffs are in the bottom left drawer of my desk."

"I know where they are," laughed Kat.

In seconds Elizabeth's arms were secured behind her. Kat grabbed the woman's hair and yanked her head back, bending her body forward for Larry to do with as he wished. He began by popping the remaining shirt buttons and undoing the front clasp on the little bra. Elizabeth's tits jumped out, full and firm, with the buds long and rock hard.

"OHHH...", she cried, not quite believing what was happening. She knew she was at their mercy, and was astonished at how much it turned her on. Calling him 'Sir' had come so naturally.

"Very nice," Larry commented as he cupped her breasts and thumbed the nipples. "These babies will sell a lot of cars and make us both a pile of money. You are going to be a key member of our team, isn't she Kat?"

"Yea, she's a hottie. Look how her hips are humping. She can't help herself. I'll bet her middle-aged pussy is dripping."

"We'll soon find out. Get her skirt off."

Kat released her hold on the helpless woman's hair and went to work on the rear zipper of the skirt. "Tell her who's boss, Larry. I don't want any back talk when I send her to Carl, or want a bit of action myself."

With a stern look, Larry put a hand under Elizabeth's chin and forced her tohead up. "Kat is my manager," he said. "You will obey her orders in all respects. Essentially, she is your mistress, but around here you will not use that term. It is too provocative for some of our customers. You will simply respond to her with, 'Yes Ma'am'. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir," Elizabeth answered.

The knit skirt dropped to the floor. "Step out of it," said Kat in a matter-of-fact tone. "At least with those boots we don't have to deal with panty hose."

Larry stepped back to watch as Elizabeth raised her feet one at time. "I hate panty hose," he said. "You are never to wear them. Those panties aren't bad, but in the future, a thong would be more to my liking. Or nothing at all."

With a final flourish, Kat completed Elizabeth's disrobing by pulling the open shirt over her shoulders and down her arms, bunching it up at her bound wrists. Their victim was now displayed before them in nothing but her high heeled boots and bikini panties.

"Check her pussy," said Larry.

Kat smiled and slid a hand down Elisabeth's bare stomach and under the edge of her panties. "Spread your legs, bitch," she barked.

"OH GOD...," whimpered Elizabeth. "I can't stand it!"

"Sure you can. You love it. Oh my, just as I suspected. It's a river down here. And, surprise, she's completely hairless."

"Wonderful. Get her panties off and work her up a bit," Larry said. "Then show her how I like to be prepared for fucking."

"Yes, boss," said Kat. "Should I get the whip to make sure she does a good job?"

"By all means. You know how I like to watch you stimulating my girls while they lick me."

Kneeling, Kat caressed Elizabeth's now bare pussy. The older woman put her head back, and took rapid, deep breaths. "It's true, honey," Kat said. "A light whipping is great aphrodisiac. And it gets you past any inhibitions about putting your tongue in certain dark places."

"Which I'm up for right now," exclaimed Larry, undoing the buckle on his slacks. "Get your clothes off too, Kat. I may want a piece of you while I'm at it."

"Yes, Sir," said Kat. "Our new sales girl is primed and ready. I'll strip down and get the whip."



Selling Hot Cars



CHAPTER 1

The sun reflected off the balding head of widower Buddy Dunlop as he arrived from poolside to see who was knocking at the backdoor.

"Whatdoyerwant?" he said to the guy dressed in a khaki shirt and shorts and wearing boots, long black socks and a black Stetson and supported a big pack on his back.

"Hi Uncle Buddy."

Huh? "Is that you Dino?"

"Sure is," Dino Dunlop said, eying at the lean bronzed nude body of the 55-year old and then focusing on the luxuriant sun-bleached moustache. "Mom and dad are visiting Italy for three months, I've just finished college and thought I'd hit the road and visit my favorite uncle."

Buddy snorted and said Dino had only one uncle and Dino replied he meant what he said.

"Are you low on money?"

"Well now that you mentioned it I'm well short of being flush with it."

Buddy scratched an armpit and said, "You talk funny."

"Well you know what your sister is like."

Buddy grinned and said affectionately, "That Italian bitch?"

"You've fucked me mom haven't you?"

It was a statement rather than a question and Buddy must have thought the guy now near his mid-twenties should be told the truth.

"Yes."

"Then are you my father?"

"No your father is your father. I never met Carmela until after she was pregnant with you."

"Is that the truth?"

Buddy bristled. "Now look here asshole do you want my to put a bullet into you butt?"

"Nah," Dino grinned as if wondering where was the handgun since his uncle was nude.

They sat nude beside the pool drinking iced-tea and Dino knew that drink was a legacy of his mom's frequent visits to this home in Dodge City, Kansas.

"Tell me about your mom."

"Well I've not seen her for months but she'll still be one of the most vivacious moms a kid ever had.

"And one of the most beautiful moms. Have you fucked her?"

"Nah. You are disgusting."

"Watch your lip kid."

They grinned.

"Look Dino you may stay here but you'll be on your own. Tomorrow Cindy and I head for a piece of desert west of Albuquerque, New Mexico, to sell some vehicles at a motorcycle meet. They are special cars."

"Oh V12s?"

"They are nine expensive cars including Porsche, Subaru and Ferraris. All are ex-owner vehicles."

"You mean stolen?"

"Yes but I prefer you use the term TWOC's. That's short for taken without owner's consent, in every case taken with the ignition key in place and often with the spare key on the key ring or found hidden in the usual places under the vehicle. We scan the vehicles for tracking devices and I have an expert forger who presents me with ownership documentation for all of them, um at a price."

Dino was most impressed.

"Cindy and I head off in the morning."

"Gee you are still associated with that whore?"

Buddy appeared quite hurt. "She's a retired club artiste..."

"You mean an ex-stripper?"

"Well some low people call it that. Anyways, she is now respectably married to a surgeon."

"So he's going with you too?"

"No he'd too old to satisfy Cindy sexually so allows her to go on short vacations to enjoy replenishment."

"Gee Buddy you talk funny."

They laughed.

Late afternoon when drinking Tequila, Buddy proposed that Dino drive Cindy because she'd be more comfortable in the RV than riding with him in the auto transport tractor [truck]. He said he couldn't allow Cindy to drive anything because she was short sighted and refused to wear glasses.

Dino asked, "Will we all sleep in the RV?" and was told yes.

"But what about when you two want to fuck? It's not a big RV."

"You'll be asked to take a walk, a very long walk, like perhaps 10 miles."

"Oh. Or perhaps I could just wait outside and listen?"

"Okay."

Over dinner Buddy told Dino the event they were going to was a three-day bi-annual gathering of business men and women motor-cycle freaks who'd swap stories about biking, deal in drugs, get drunk and indulge in group sex.

"Oh a real vacation?"

Buddy grinned and said yeah, his kind of vacation.

"We will have competition selling cars but the buyers are people will real money and are prepared to pay to have the vehicles shipped to them. Perhaps I could use you to ferry the vehicles I sell to make extra profit. It would be far cheaper than having them delivered commercially on road transport trailers."

"Yeah I have time on my hands. Do you still have guitars?"

"Yeah six, why?"

"I have learned to play and I sing. Will you let me pick a guitar?"

"Ah so you pick?"

"Um could I choose a guitar to take?"

"Oh yeah but not the black one with mother of pearl ornamentation. It's like an heirloom. Way back I stole it from a music store."

* * *

Cindy arrived and glared at Dino, not answering his greeting that was, "Hi, your tits look even bigger."

Buddy frowned and said, "Be civil to the kid Cinders er Cindy. He's hitting the road with us."

"Oh crap, then I'm not going."

"Then I won't be around to fuck you. Have you thought of that?"

Cindy pushed both sides of her white and purple colored hair back and snorted, "Well Dino I expect you to behave yourself and not to spy on me when I'm grooming or dressing."

"Why would I want to do that?"

The 32-year-old said, "Jesus are you gay?"

Cindy and Buddy relaxed when Dino growled, "Shut you dirty mouth bitch. Of course I'm not. Bend over in front of me if you want confirmation."

She looked interested. "You're grown up to look pretty good. Do you use your dick much?"

Dino whined, "Jesus Buddy does she have to come with us?"

Buddy said get used to the idea Dino was driving her and be prepared to have her moaning on hilly sections to stop because she was going to be sick.

"Oh god," Dino groaned and Cindy said no way would she get into the same vehicle with that young jerk.

"Get into the fucking CV you two," Buddy yelled. "I'll lock up after grabbing some paper bags to be used for catching vomit. You Dino drop me off at my yard. The boys will have loaded the vehicles and have the transporter ready to move out."

They arrived at the vehicle sales yard and Buddy jumped out after kissing Cindy and working a tit. 

"Drive safely Dino. Cindy is very precious to me."

"I want to ride in the transporter with you," Cindy said, bursting into tears.

"No I don't want you being sick over me. Ride with Dino."

Dino drove off with Cindy beside him howling and asking to be taken home. 

He ignored the silly bitch and headed for the Vista Del Norte Shopping Center on the Pan American Freeway, Albuquerque, about 470 miles away. Buddy said he'd arrived about two hours after them and would call them when he was parked.

"I supposed I have to put up with you?"

"Yeah," Dino said. "It would help if you attempt to be civil."

"I suppose so. You would bore me, I know you will."

"Is that being civil?"

"I'm not quite sure what being civil means. I didn't go to college and didn't have a great attendance at high school."

"But you did learn how to dance and how to fuck?"

Cindy beamed at him and said he really was very clever. 

"Do you think I have nice legs?"

"Well remember you brought this up Cindy. Yes I do. As a kid I used to get hard just by looking at them."

"Omigod, you never told me you were THAT interested in me. I thought you were just a juvenile stalker."

"What?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Would you like me to show you my tits?"

"Nope."

"What?"

"Oh sorry. Could you wait until we clear city limits."

"Okay. What can I do until then?"

"Sleep."

"Oh yeah. I'll need to remove my dress because it's so tight."

"Then do it."

She struggled out of it and that meant she was only wearing a bra and sandals.

"Are you hard."

"Nah."

Cindy simpered, "You are very mean to me."

"Well half-hard."

"May I feel?"

"No."

"Very mean to me."

She was asleep within a couple of minutes. Dino sighed and reached for the headphones to listen to radio. Peace at last.

A little over four hours later Cindy awoke and complained she was hungry and thirsty and needed a pee.

"Go into the back and attend to all those requirements," her driver said.

"No you stop off for a meal and treat me like a lady," she said.

"Well you go dressed before I stop anywhere," Dino said, eyeing the big tits and feeling his loins waking.

They ate, very civilly and as they got back into the RV Cindy said brightly, "Shall we fuck?"

Dino had to think about it and then said no.

"Okay I know you don't like me," she said.

Dino knew she would have been right about that once, but now he was not so sure. Cindy possessed about the ripest body he'd ever come across.

They drove on, stopped for coffee twice, and then arrived at their destination.

"Well here you are. Women love to shop."

"At this place I don't think so. I want a shower. Start it running for me."

Dino left his seat and stretched, thinking what a demanding bitch.

She showered and came out and found him drinking coffee.

"Where's my coffee?"

"Here," he said pointing and she said thanks and she'd left the shower running for him and he'd better not waste water.

Dino had a quick shower and decided well if she wanted a fuck he'd fuck her and so stepped out nude.

"God," she said, and he thought that sounded in admiration.

"Pull the curtains," he commanded. She jumped up and obeyed and she was bent over pulling across the last curtains of the small RV when he came in behind her and licked her exposed pussy and butt hole.

"Good boy," she cooed, reaching back to grab a handful of his hair.

Dino licked unhurriedly, the prelude to sex in late afternoon in the vehicle parking area of a shopping mall.

Cindy's pussy appeared cavernous but when he was fully in she closed around him skillfully and they were away. He'd pulled on a condom, having no idea of her sex life.

"You are good, unexpectedly nice and slow for a young guy."

"I'm a bit tired but we have time on our hands," he said, sinking his face into the tits he'd so long coveted.

Knocking awoke Dino and he went to the door nude.

"Hi, you got here in one piece and so did I," his uncle said, who looked at the nude Dino and sniffed and accused, "Have you and Cindy been fucking?"

"Yes."

"But you two so disliked one another?"

Dino smiled and said he understood a couple should never let anything come between their differences and sex.

"Oh right," Buddy said, climbing up the three steps stiffly. "She's a great fuck isn't she?"

"Yeah, I have to agree with that. Should I go for my 10-mile walk?"

"Just return in half an hour pal and we'll then drive to park somewhere for the night."

* * *

Next day Dino followed the rig on to Interstate 40, also known as the Historic Route 66 and turned off to the site of the gathering. Motorcyclists were passing them frequently so Dino knew they were on the right route.

During a coffee stop on the side of the road Dino asked Buddy how many bikers would be at the event.

"This is the 20th anniversary of the gathering and so bikers who haven't attended for years are expected to turn up. Registrations indicate around 10,000 are expected but with bikers being bikers registrations cannot be expected to be an accurate guide."

"Are you sure these hot cars will sell?"

"They always have in the past but with respect I ask you Dino that you don't refer to them as being hot. The documentation is pretty authentic and unless the vehicles are stopped for a traffic violation and undergo a police check they won't be exposed as stolen vehicles. If they are exposed then the cops are led to a dead-end state by the bill of sale signed by an unscrupulous dealer and the lack of identification marks. The buyers know not to identify me because that would only lead to their vehicles being confiscated and me being arrested and possibly bleating on the deals to try to get a shorter jail sentence. They buy them really cheap so know they are implicated in a shady deal if any of them blows the whistle. Well we better get going. Cindy should ride with you because the road becomes rough and curves viciously."

Cindy was in good spirits and didn't appear to notice the hills and bends.

"You did a pretty good job on me yesterday afternoon."

"Thanks."

"Would you like to know how to sharpen up your act so your women know they've been fucked by a master?"

"Yeah I suppose so."

Cindy flared and said she wasn't going to waste breath unless Dino was really interested."

"No I am. Truly I'm interested."

"Well let's start with two really bad things, your sharp fingernails and you ramming a dry finger up my butt..."

Dino sat entranced, believing it to be the most useful lecture he'd ever heard.

The tent city stretched for miles out into the desert and there were areas for RVs and they arrived in all sizes.

Buddy had booked a double commercial site that gave them room to park both vehicles and to unload and park all the cars side by side. Dino then helped Buddy to erect a canvas sign 'Cars for Sale' on pipe poles driven deeply into the ground. Dino then helped Buddy wash and polished the cars while Cindy lay in the shade on a deck chair and did her nails.

"You were a great help," Buddy said, patting Dino on the back. "You can fuck Cindy tonight."

"No she's your babe, I'll find my own."

Buddy sighed, "Unfortunately for you guys will unnumbered the babes."

"In that case I might have to change my mind about Cindy but not before tomorrow."

"Good one," Buddy said. "Let's kick her off that chair and tell her to cook us lunch."

"You do that," Dino said. "I don't treat women in that manner."

"Well how do you treat your women?"

"I only snare one occasionally and then I treat her with respect."

"Like how?"

"Like how I want her to treat me."

Buddy snorted and said he found that confusing.

"I'll get us some lunch," Cindy said, jumping out of the chair as the men approached. "You guys must be hungry.

The men said yes and grinned at each other.

"See what good training does?" Buddy whispered. "I haven't had to kick her in years."

Late afternoon Dino saw two women in the site next to them struggling to erect a sleeping tent. He ran over to assist and then helped them with another tent and then carried women's motorcycle apparel from their car trailer into that tent.

"You were a huge help," said Helen from Los Angeles. "Please stay for dinner."

"Well I don't really know..."

"Oh please join us," Ruby pleaded. "We would appreciate male company."

Huh?

Dino wore shorts and a clean t-shirt when he went over to join the women for a drink and then dinner. They were both topless.

They saw him looking at their bared tits and Ruby said, "This is a motorcycle camp; it's traditional for their women to go topless."

"But you are not motorcyclists."

"Ah so you don't like our breasts and wish to quibble?"

"Um no Helen, not at all. Great tits, both lots."

"Shouldn't that be both pair? We each only have two?"

He shuffled and they laughed and told him to sit and handed him a beer. They were drinking beer.

"We both own motorcycles and work with our husbands in our motorcycle store and workshop."

"You're married?"

"God Dino," Ruby said. "You appear a little unworldly."

"Well um I'm only just completed four-year college."

Being UCLA graduates in business, the two women were interest to hear that and to learn Dino now had a masters in computer science and he would soon turn twenty-four.

"I'm thirty-six and Helen is thirty-seven."

"Do you have kids?"

"Yes I have a boy in Grade 1 and Ruby has twin girls in Grade three. Our moms are minding the kids. Do you wish to eat or to get pie-eyed with us first? We have plenty of beer?"

"We better eat otherwise you girls might choose to get frisky with me."

Helen said coolly, "We want you to stay the night with us?"

Jesus, Dino thought, not being aware threesomes might occur outside of college.

He grinned. "You guys are hot. Another beer please while I do and check the tension of your guy ropes.

They only had three bottles of beer each but that was enough to make the women giggly and they cooked the steaks on a small gas barbecue grill along with onions, tomato and mushrooms. They worked well together, also making a salad.

"Nearly ready," Helen said lightly and handed Dino a bottle of red wine to uncork along with the corkscrew.

"Kiss me," she said, pushing her tits into his chest. " Helen was the same height as Dino and soon had her tongue into his mouth. She had smaller tits than Ruby but was lean and elegant and had lovely blonde hair.

"My turn," said Ruby as if fearful of missing out. "Serve the meat doll."

Ruby lifted up a tit for Dino to suck while she grabbed his cock under his shorts and squeezed.

"Got you are big enough."

They then kissed, no tonguing, and then pulled apart. 

The girls sat on their chairs to eat while Dino made do by upturning the wooden crate used to store the larger tent. They chatted very happily and at times irreverently. For example, when under questioning Dino said his mom was Italian and Ruby said that would explain his good looks and big piece.

The women screamed in laughter.

After clearing away, they all went off to line up at the huge row of portable toilets, the larger ones of which had a full washbasin and cold-water shower.

Back in the tent, the three of them standing nude, Dino was asked who did he wish to have sex with first.

"Aren't we in this together," he grinned.

"Great answer," Ruby giggled and the two women pushed him on to the double mattress on a ground sheet and both smothered his face and chest in kisses. While Helen was back to tonguing him, this time exquisitely, Ruby kissed her way down him and took the end of his now full erection into her mouth.

From then it was full on, although no rush. Ruby with her tits and pussy lips swollen sat over Dino's face to be licked and fingered while she reached behind to Helen's upturned butt to dig her hand into a hairless pussy.

They had a great time and drenched in sweat and other liquids finally slipped off to sleep.

Before Dino left them in the morning, the women lined tail up and he plowed both pussies, giving each on a few hefty plunges before pulling out and dipping into the adjoining one.

The next day Ruby received an offer from a big spending customer she felt she couldn't refuse and so that night Dino had a very happy Helen to plunder uninterrupted.

During that day and the next day Dino helped man the car sales site and whenever Buddy went off accompanying a prospective buyer wishing to have a test drive Dino was left in charge. People were all over the vehicles on that first full day on site but on the second day there were times when no one was inspecting the vehicles.

Cindy wasn't talking to Dino after they'd rowed when she accused him of being sexually disloyal to her by staying the night with those awful sluts.

Dino told her to shut her mouth and she snapped, "No. I called them awful sluts and that's what they are. You are lying when you say they are very nice women."

"Shut up Cindy or I'll make you apologize," Buddy said and that was enough to shut her up. She indicated to Dino she was still mad at him at lunchtime when she dumped his meatless sandwiches into his lap and walked off without a word. The guys laughed.

Buddy was out on a drive test when a platinum blonde came over to the cars where Dino was strumming the loan guitar.

"Can you play that guitar?"

"Yeah but I'm just amusing myself. It's gone quiet here."

"Play me something I can sing and I might buy a car."

"What would you like me to play?"

"Well you won't know it, I'd really like my current favorite, 'I Fly the Sky' but I suppose..."

"I know it."

"Truly."

"Yes it's actually set to a very old melancholy melody."




Selling Hot Cars



"God you sound like you know what you're talking about."

Dino began playing and then nodded and Celeste Hill, as she'd introduced herself, began singing. Dino joined her from the second chorus and she looked quite astonished that he could sign. She sang beautifully.

"That was great, really great," she said. "We go well together."

"I'm Dino Dunlop from Sioux City, Iowa.

"Oh hi neighbor. I'm Celeste Hill from Lincoln, Nebraska."

"We live so close it's a wonder we haven't met," Dino said and she laughed, showing great teeth and he also noticed the breasts and flat stomach.

Wow.

"Right I best inspect the vehicles. Which one do you think is me?"

"You can handle a car well?"

"Yes and a motorcycle. I'm here with my brother and we both have Road King tourers."

"Yeah they are big bikes. Well I think the car for you is this Hyundai Genesis Coupe."

"You know I'd already picked that as being the car for me Dino. I didn't want a muscle vehicle. Now I understand these cars really belong to someone else. Is that true."

"Providing you're not a police officer or FBI, yes that's true and the vehicles come with documentation and are priced accordingly."

"So how much do you wish to squeeze out of me?"

Dino eyed Celeste's tits and she blushed. Wow, he thought, it was something for a 30-year old to still blush like that."

"Our rock-bottom price."

"Tell me."

"The vehicle is only a year old and done 7700 miles. Our price is cash only $11,000 plus delivery."

"And it has been thoroughly checked and you guarantee that?"

"Yes. But naturally there is no dealership warranty and this car must not be taken into a Hyundai dealership. Nor should you try to cross into Canada or Mexico with it because of the high risk of stolen vehicle checks. Encouragingly you have a degree of immunity because around a million vehicles are illegally um borrowed from owners in the US each year and well under half of those um are never returned, many of them disappearing into chop shops and the parts distributed around the country. We do live in a very large country."

"Yes I understand that and I may have problems when attempting to on-sell it and should only attempt to resell it privately."

"Yes, you possess a good understanding. Now regarding price, what about eleven grand and free delivery?"

"Right deal. I'll ride into Albuquerque now and fetch back the cash."

"Great, ride with care. I'll place a sold sign on your vehicle."

"Great. May I kiss you for playing so that guitar so beautifully for me?"

"Er yes."

They kissed. Her mouth felt slightly open but Dino didn't attempt to pounce.

"Um are you married?"

"No and have boyfriends but no one steady. My long-standing boyfriend ditched me last year and that rather unnerved me. Well I'm off."

Dino started at her rear as she walked off and then realized she'd turned. He waved, looked up and saw her huge smile.

Buddy arrived back with the gay guy in the Ferrari and Dino heard the guy say yes, he realized he'd never get a Ferrari anywhere else within a bull's roar of that price. 

"I'll take it."

Buddy warned the guy he could face trouble on-selling it.

"I know it's a hot car and there are huge downsides to buying such a vehicle but I'm in public relations and this will have huge beneficial impact on my image with clients. I'm off to the city to get the money. I insist the vehicle be delivered to me in 'Frisco within two weeks from today."

"Guaranteed," Buddy said. "I also remind you the buyer's pack includes all the fake ownership papers and labels you need, enough for the next ten years."

The guy rode off on his Japanese motorcycle and Buddy looked at the Genesis Coupe and said, "Jesus you've sold that without assistance?"

"Yeah."

"Is she a cop or FBI agent?"

"I don't think so but I trust her."

"What is the deal?"

"Bottom price, free delivery."

"Well if it's free delivery you won't be paid but I'll pay for the fuel."

""Fine so what about my sales commission?"

""Jesus you ought to be in car sales. I suppose I can flip you $500."

"Thanks my dear uncle."

"Enough of that crap. Are you and Cindy speaking yet?"

"No."

"Well you best go in and fuck her. That always puts her in a better mood."

Dino considered these last few days had him on quite a learning curve. He was finding just how difficult women could be and conversely how to exploit them.

He entered the RV and Cindy, sprawling on the sofa and flicking through a magazine, looked up and eyed him malevolently.

"Want to play around a bit? Buddy is back but busy with the cars."

Dino saw the gleam in her eyes.

"I might."

She was topless so he said, "Stretch out a nipple for me."

She made him wait but finally did it, watching him intently.

"Now unzip and show me your big fat pussy."

"God you really are getting better at talking intently to women," she said, and unzipped.

They banged away quickly, aware that Buddy was just outside. When she squeezed down on him Dino thought Celeste would be so tight she wouldn't have to do that to him and he pulled out and jerked over Cindy's tits and face and even into her hair.

"Omigod that was a huge discharge," Cindy marveled. "I must be very good at it today. It's great to have you back onside."

Celeste arrived with the money and Buddy completed the transaction and told her she'd purchased a leading-edge massed-produced vehicle that was bound to give her a great deal of pleasure. Now arrest me."

"What?" she asked, looking bewildered.

Buddy and Dino laughed and Dino said that Buddy liked his little jokes. "Just always remember you possess a hot vehicle."

"Yes of course and thanks guys. Dino do you want to come with me for a drink?"

"Yeah I'd like that very much. Thanks."

He rode confidently on the back of her motorcycle as she observed the 10 mph limit applying throughout the entire campsite. She was camped in a section of under thirties and generally the tits of the women were smaller that the other two sections they'd traveled through.

"I'll ask my brother to shove off for four hours," Celeste said as she parked her bike alongside a similar model.

"That would be great."

"Jesus he has four guys inside with him and they're playing cards."

"That's okay."

"But weren't you expecting to have sex with me?"

"Yeah but some other time eh, when we are really alone. I'd like it to be slow and memorably rewarding."

"Omigod," she burbled. "Aren't you a bit of a find?"

Dino, not wanting to hurry to become too keen on Celeste, thought her comment was favorable.'

Celeste and Dino sat out sipping wine and after an hour or so the other three guys wandered off and her brother John came over and was introduced as Celeste's younger brother.

John said a little aggressively, "Guys like you are always hanging around my sister."

"Okay John and I'm afraid I can't categorize if your are like those guys because I know nothing about you."

Celeste clapped her hands and jumped up and down.

"Are you attempting to be a clever dick?"

"John let's not lock horns without a reason. If you must know I believe your sister is mature and has a very good idea of who she is, what she wants and is very capable, within reason, of looking after herself."

"My mother says things like that. I'm sorry, you appear okay."

"And you appear okay as well John. Tell him what brought us together Celeste."

"I've purchased a hot car off Dino and his pal."

"Omigod, not that red Ferrari?"

"No the red Genesis Coupe."

"Oh great, that's perfect for you even though it's hot."

"Indeed, I was looking to purchase and Dino suggested that vehicle was the one for me."

"Oh really? It would appear you are not an exploiter of women Dino. Please stay for dinner."

"Well unfortunately I..."

"Celeste wanted me to ask you to stay. I know how to read her."

"Oh. Um I have nothing to contribute."

"Yes you have. Hand Dino your guitar John."

As Celeste prepared the meal to Dino playing country classics John and Dino began singing chorus with her and before long perhaps fifty people surrounded them listening to the impromptu concert.

Word got out and soon scores of other people joined the gathering and some with various instruments came to the front to join Dino. Two other excellent female singers joined Celeste who abandoned cooking and within minutes perhaps a 500 people packed in the lane around that tent and the concert continued for an hour before Celeste call enough that she and Dino would sing the finale. They sang 'I Fly the Sky' and the haunting melody had some of the females crying and the ending was greet with rapturous applause.

Even before the last of the crowd had dispersed Celeste was back working at dinner that turned out to be chopped bacon with cheese sauce and chopped sauté mushrooms on spaghetti pasta.

"This is magnificent," Dino said and John agreed.

The cook thanked them, looked at Dino and then lowered her eyes.

Omigod Dino thought. She really did have the hots for him.

John stayed with them, being a pain in the butt because of that although being very hospitable and finally Dino said he had to go.

Celeste walked outside the tent and said she would take him back but he said he'd prefer to walk because it was a great evening.

He asked, "When do you restart work?"

"Not for another month. I resigned from my previous job and have a six weeks break before I begin my new job in government statistics in St Paul, Minnesota."

"Ah St Paul. Look I have to travel across much of Central/West Coast America delivering cars sold here. Why don't you come to Kansas and join me delivering these vehicles. I'll pay your accommodation if required and airfare back to base."

"Yes why don't I do that? First deliver my vehicle and I'll drive it for a couple of days to enjoy it and then I'll think about coming to you."

"Okay we have your phone number. I'll be in touch."

They kissed, a very long kiss and towards the end of it Celeste opened her mouth and received Dino's tongue.

Just after 9:00 next morning, Celeste's brother John arrived with a friend who asked Dino if he could test drive the remaining Subaru. 

Dino looked at Buddy who nodded. Dino grabbed the keys and went off with the other two guys. They returned forty minutes later with negotiations for the sale of that vehicle verbally completed and Buddy completed the deal.

The camp was breaking up big time. At 10:30 two motorcycles drew up and Dino, who was helping to load vehicles jumped down from the trailer and went across and shook John's hand.

"You may as well kiss my sister; she's hopeful you'll do that."

"John!" howled Celeste but Dino daring around the front of John's bike sealed Celeste's lips with a kiss to silence any further protest.

"Come on you guys," John complained and Dino released Celeste and grinned. He yelled "Arrivederla." The two bikers waved and pulled down their helmets and rode off slowly.

Twenty minutes later Buddy and Dino had everything packed up, Cindy reading in the CV waiting to be told they were ready to leave. Buddy was left to go into the CV and lockdown everything and tell Cindy to go to the passenger seat in the cab.

Buddy was very happy, having sold everything other than the most expensive Porsche but he was pretty sure he had someone back home who'd buy it. They arranged to drive through to early evening and then break their journey. Buddy called through and booked a room with a rollout bed for Dino in Boise City, a small community on the arm of territory in the northwest of Oklahoma.

Buddy arrived about an hour behind Dino and Cindy and had wondered would he find them having sex but he found them in the lounge having a drink and waiting for him to join them for dinner.

CHAPTER 2

A day after arriving back in Dodge City, Dino delivered vehicles to Celeste and then others to buyers in Little Rock Arkansas, Des Moines, Iowa and Jefferson City, Missouri and then took a rest day. He phoned Celeste that evening and she was very exited when taking the call and screamed into his ear in delight when he said he would be arriving sometime next day as arranged, to deliver the Ferrari to San Francisco. It was a 6-hour drive to Lincoln and so he stayed with Celeste and her parents and John was there with them to greet him and he stayed on for dinner.

Dino could feel the parents were sizing him up and he tried hard not to cuss or to look up Celeste's dress or down her dress front whenever she bent over. She was all over him when he arrived just as John was all over the Ferrari. Dino took him for a drive but John decided not to drive it when Dino pointed out he was the only person insured as driver of the vehicle. When they returned Celeste was all over Dino again and so her mom, who'd been very friendly to Dino and now also showed she was a very practical woman said, "Well you are almost thirty darling, I guess I best put Dino in your room.

Celeste smothered her mom in kisses, ignoring her father who looked annoyed at this abrupt change in sleeping arrangements.

After dinner Celeste kept asking Dino if he were tired and her mom came to her aid and said, "Dino you need to be fresh for the long drive tomorrow." 

He yawned and agreed said goodnight to everyone. As he reached the door Celeste announced she would also go to bed early.

As they walked to the bedroom Celeste asked should she set the alarm to say 4:00 but he said no, they should leave around 9:00 and stay the night in a motel in Salt Lake City.

"Oooh."

"What?"

"I was thinking what would the Mormons think about what we will be doing?"

Dino yawned. "Totally approve I should think. One of us has to be right."

He yawned again and Celeste said looking very concerned. "You are not going to fall asleep on me are you?"

"On you? Are you saying you mom had placed us in the same bed?"

Celeste blushed and gasped, although the blush was difficult to spot in the hall light.

"Celeste are you intending to fuck me?"

"Omigod, are you really attempting to tease me Dino?"

"Not at all. Pull out a tit for me and I'll demonstrate my intent."

"Omigod you are making me so hot."

He laughed and pushed her along the hall and said, "Then into the bedroom and let's get those clothes off you. That will cool you down."

"But I want to stay hot and become passionate. I have the best of sex when I'm like that."

"Well aren't you lucky. I like making my babes hot and passionate."

She stopped and turned and whimpered to him to carry her into the bedroom.

Celeste reached down and said, "Good I was hoping you were hard." "What do you wish me to do," Celeste said, eyeing him speculatively.

"You're not a virgin are you?"

"Omigod you have to be joking."

"Okay, how does this appeal. You take your clothes off, throwing them away, go on to your knees, unzip me and then I shouldn't have to fill in the rest.

"Right," she said, reaching behind and undoing the top button of her dress and pulling down the zip.

She watched Dino dig out a condom.

"Thanks."

He said it was the only one he had on him.

"How many do you want?"

"Er ten?"

"Omigod. I have only a six-pack."

"Thanks leave it on the beside cabinet. I'm supposed to be tired so I might only use two."

Celeste removed her bra and looked at Dino lick his lips as he looked at her tits. "Um two sounds better than ten for me at this stage. I-I haven't been particularly active recently."

"Hmmm. So you'd like me to work you back in gradually?"

"Um yes and try not to make me scream because mom and dad are in the house."

"But making you scream in to motel tomorrow night is okay?"

"Yes."

Dino said sternly, "What about the other guests."

"Oh fuck them. They shouldn't listen."

Dino had this sudden and tremendous feeling he was going to really like Celeste. Although she was very polite and beautifully spoken, beneath that façade it would appear she liked being straight upfront. That would make her his kind of girl particularly if she went after sex like a dog after a rabbit.

Dino had to slow Celeste. She was going at it like a woodpecker and at that pace he would not have lasted longer than two minutes. She later tired and that slowed her further but when Dino received the feeling his balls were boiling and his gut was tightening he warned her to pull away.

He fired four big, satisfying bursts as he held his head way back and bunched his fists and when he looked backed he found she'd hosed her face and the stuff was dripping off her chin. He jerked off another shot in sheer lust and filled her left eye-socket.

"Ooops, sorry."

Celeste produced a towel out of nowhere and scooped her eyeball clean and she cooed, "It's okay. I haven't had a facial cum bath for quite sometime and have really missed it."

Jesus.

Eventually she'd cleaned up and asked innocently, "What now?"

Dino thought gee what a honey.

"I lick you."

"Okay I was hoping you'd not miss out that step in your rush to get at my pussy."

She removed her panties to display and neatly trimmed vulva, a nicely plump one.

Celeste flopped on to the bed, drawing up her knees and lifting her butt off the bed.

"When you're licking don't forget my butt hole."

At that Dino knew romantically he'd landed on the world's most perfect woman. He slurped over the full half-round from over the pubic bone to move up towards the backbone and became aware his lovely lady was screaming into a pillow she had over her face and was beating into the pillow with her fists.

Eventually when his nose was rubbing her clit and his tongue was in deep against his two exploratory fingers she jerked twice and he tasted her sex nectar.

Oh boy.

He came up and she smilingly wiped his face dry and then kissed him hugely until she broke off and scolded, "Why isn't it in me and pumping?"

"Er condom."

"Oh right. Please do it hastily. I feel over-primed."

Dino ripped the wrapping open and clumsily sent the condom flying over the side of the bed.

"Hurry," Celeste panted.

He opened the next wrapper more carefully and she watched huge-eyed as he encased his dick and then pulled her sideways to him. 

She was experienced enough to lift her upper leg and support it without being asked and she came again as he pushed in and dribbled on to the very firm and not too large orb just below his mouth.

When he'd worked almost fully in, Dino licked his little finger and slung that hand over her hip and pushing down it negotiated with a bit of effort into a tiny crevice.

"Omigod," she bleated, and came again.

Encouraged, Dino pulled his shoulders back and pumped into a good rhythm and with the pillow now gone watched her pale blue eyes staring at him slowly glaze over. Her face gained high color and she groaned and her entire body jerked three or four times and she sighed and he knew she was delivering a big release all over his thrusting dick. Seconds later he tiredly jerked deeply into her, filling the end of the rubber.

At that point Celeste dropped her leg and they both slipped off to sleep, still coupled.

Dino awoke in the morning and stretched and although Celeste was not beside him her side of the bed was still warm. He found her on the John in her bathroom.

"Hi," she smiled. "You are so wonderful. Are you wanting to pee?"

He nodded, half hopping on to one foot and hoping she'd get clear very soon.

Celeste parted her legs wide, sat back a little and said, "Pee between my legs. I want to watch."

Dino was sure he wouldn't be able to release but a bit of encouraging baby talk from her and he streamed between her legs and she laughed delightedly although he didn't know what was delightful about watching a guy pee.

With that done he was about to turn away to deal with the last couple of drips when she commanded, "Get it hard and push into me."




Selling Hot Cars



What? That was improper use of the John. But she looked so appealing and she licked a breast and Dino's erection rose instantly.

"Push in."

He did what he was told and that's when her mother found them.

"Oh hi you two. Having fun I see. I guess I should have knocked. Lovely tight butt Dino. I've left your coffee tray on the bed."

She retreated but so had the erection.

"Omigod, how embarrassing," Celeste twittered, leaving to Dino unsure whether she meant her mom's unexpected entrance or his collapsed erection. That had been one of the great embarrassing moments of his life.

"Pull me to my feel darling."

Darling?

Dino pulled her up gently and both of them with furry mouths kissed while she rubbed him erect.

With that achieved his very efficient lover said, "Are you strong enough to fuck me standing up darling?"

Strength enough to lift two or three women simultaneously appeared to possess Dino and her lifted up his lover who seemed capable of endless orgasms. She guided it in for him, er for them. Neither had a thought about finding a condom. 

They finally drove off at 9:50, late but who cared? The parents were waving happily as if waving off a couple beginning their honeymoon and Dino and Celeste, feeling tired and sexually depleted, may have been thinking no more sex for a week sounded about right.

But they'd forgotten was a difference a day can make. Wisely Dino had decided on a 7-hour drive keeping within the maximum speed limit to avoid being caught in police radar traps and the schedule would land them for the night in Cheyenne, Wyoming. By then, refreshed by time they arrived in their motel room, like two excited over-sexed teenagers, they banged away until weariness found them again. Hand in hand and showered and their hair combed, they went out for late dinner.

They stayed the next night at Salt Lake City and delivered the car next day in San Francisco after putting the vehicle through a car wash. The owner managed a tour company and suggested Dino and Celeste stay the night for his wife and him. But Celeste didn't like the way the guy was looking at her and the both decided his wife appeared to be drug dependent. Instead they took an evening flight to Denver and next day took a feeder flight to Dodge City via Kansas City. Buddy collected them at the airport and said unnecessarily they both looked very tired.

After a rest day they delivered the final three vehicles, two to LA and the third to Colorado Springs where they stayed for three days. Dino was pleased that all the deliveries had gone without a hitch.

At dinner on their first night in Colorado Springs, Celeste asked, "Have you decided your next move yet? You keep putting it off."

"Get a job I guess. I know I have to settle."

"Where."

"Dunno. I can't decide."

"What about living with me; I need to shift out of home. We could get a small apartment?"

"Well I don't know. All I know is I'm washed out my travel bug for the time being."

When they returned to their bedroom Celeste took control. "I want you to call your mother."

"Why."

"To discuss your indecision with her."

"But I don't now what time it is in Italy."

Celeste asked did it matter, she was his mother and like any guy, Dino took the easy way out and agreed.

She said she'd go for a walk to allow him to talk in private but he said no it was okay, he'd talk in Italian.

Celeste, aware he struggled a little in speaking English, voiced her surprise he could speak more than a few words in Italian and he said his mom was Italian and had raised him, giving him far more attention than his father.

Celeste sipped coffee listening to the conversation she didn't understand but she loved all of the emotion that came through to her including the hand gestures that obviously his mother could not see and perhaps she was in bed throwing her hands around as well. She was pleased to see Dino finish the call looking quite pleased.

"What time was it in Italy?"

"Four in the morning."

"Omigod, sorry."

"No it's okay. Mom said she'd been worrying about me and was delighted I'd called. We once she was properly awake she became very excited and dad was yelling at her to stop the noise and she swore at him, in Italian thankfully."

They laughed and Celeste waited.

Dino swallowed and reached for her hand. "Mom said I'm drifting and really need to put out an anchor and that would not deprive me of my freedom. She is pleased you have found me..."

"Don't you mean pleased you have found me?"

Dino said stiffly that his mother always placed him first because she was his mother. Celeste who wouldn't allow him to pull away said, "Oh I can understand that, it sounds traditional Italian."

"Oh good thinking. Please understand mom can be very fiery. At times I think dad becomes scared of her."

"Oooh a woman in charge."

"Yeah in charge of everything and that would include you if you two ever meet."

"I know how to be submissive. I really would like to meet her."

Dino said suspiciously why?

"Um because she sounds a lovely woman full of go and personality."

"Have you met my mother? Oh that sounds dumb, of course you haven't but you have described her is how she is. Anyway she said if you are giving me good advice and attempting to settle me then I should stick with you and really listen to what you say."

"Omigod you mother said that?"

"Yes but don't be surprised. She can be very sensible."

"Did you say you are fucking me legless?"

"Yes I did and she asked did that include anal?"

"Omigod... Dino she didn't. Please tell me you didn't mention sex that graphically."

"Yeah that's true. I was just winding you up. All I said was we'd been traveling long distance together delivering cars for her brother and she was pleased about that, not realizing of course they were hot cars."

Celeste said eagerly, "Then she knows we would have been sleeping together in motels or hotels?"

"I suppose so."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Celeste please, back off. I didn't mention where we stayed or what length of time we were away from Dodge City."

"But you did mention delivering cars to LA and San Francisco?"

"Yes."

"Well," Celeste beamed, "Your mom will know that would involve night stopovers."

"Like most women of her generation my mother has little concept of distance."

"Oh fuck, I wanted her to know I was sleeping with you."

Dino sighed that he was sorry, he'd call him mom back and tell her.

"Don't be an idiot. I suppose it doesn't really mean that much to me."

They were having coffee when Dino's phone rang.

He glanced to see who the caller was and said in English, "Hi mom" and answered with a yes three times.

"Just a moment."

He turned to Celeste and said it was his mother, worried about whether she was suitable to be sleeping with her son.

"Oh god," Celeste wheezed.

"Here talk to her but don't try to speak Italian."

"Mom here she is. Her name as I said earlier is Celeste. She looks more beautiful than you and her body is much more sexier than yours and I know that will make you very jealous."

"Oh god," Celeste wailed.

* * *

Celeste took the phone and said, "Good morning Mrs Dunlop."

"Oh please call me Isabella and take no notice of that teasing asshole but I do expect you are very beautiful with a great body and a wonderful personality because my son would know I expect him to cohabit with young women with those attributes."

His mom's voice was rich and powerful and brimming with confidence.

Celeste burst into tears but came out of it and remained talking to Isabella for a couple more minutes before they ended the call.

"Well?"

"Your mom projects a wonderful personality."

"Well she can't help being what she is but all that goes out the window when she gets mad. She looses it at times. In fact she murdered her first husband with an axe."

Dino had to lurch to his left to avoid being slapped by Celeste who'd lost it and was calling him a lying little bastard speaking absolutely foully about his mother.

She ran after him into the bedroom screaming. Dino had stopped inside the door against the wall and lunged out and grabbed her and carried her kicking and squealing to the bed and inside a minute both had come hugely and passionately.

"Oh my darling," Celeste said, scooping between her legs and thrusting those fingers into Dino's mouth while she cooed, "Here have some of your new mommy's soup."

He just loved it.

He licked some of his semen off Celeste's tits and them tongued her and said, "Mommy and daddy really must stop having these short fucks. It leaves the night appearing so long."

"Who says we have stopped?" she demanded.

In the morning as they walked around, relaxing, Dino agreed he should go to St Paul and try to find a suitable job and when he left Celeste returned home.

* * *

Dino eventually settled on three advertised positions in St Paul and was short-listed for two of them and after the interviews returned to his uncle in Dodge City to sweat it out.

The recall to St Paul came two days later and after appearing before a final appointment panel he was chosen from two other applicants and accepted the job offer as a systems engineer for a large healthcare services provider. 

Dino had been confident he'd land one of the two jobs and had driven to St Paul in a Ford Focus from his uncle's legitimate car yard. After completing documentation to secure his new job he set off for Lincoln and arrived just before midnight, having called Celeste to hours out of St Paul.

She and here mom had both waited up for him and while Celeste kissed him and chatted her mom served supper.

"So are you two going to live together in St Paul?"

Dino looked at Celeste and she nodded and he said politely, "With your approval, yes."

Janice laughed and said her daughter was almost thirty years of age. There was no need to ask permission.

"We still wish to ask for your permission."

"Then you have it, loud and clear."

Next morning Dino asked Celeste what did she think about her car.

"I love it but knowing its history it makes me nervous."

"Then sell it because being found in possession of it could lead to complications that could lead to you losing your new job although the way everything has been set up you almost certainly should escape criminal charges. The thing is employers are likely to get nervous when the police make enquiries about the character of an employee."

"Yes, quite. I have been thinking about that."

Dino returned to stay with his uncle and a week later Celeste called from St Paul to say she'd inspected several apartments but the one she favored was occupied by a young woman looking for two roommates to share a large bedroom with its own en suite.

"Well try to talk her into accepting a male-female couple."

"I have but she wishes to talk to you first."

"Oh crap, another trip to St Paul?"

"No she said speaking to you on the phone should suffice. Here's her number. She wants you to call within the hour because she'd had other renters interested."

"Okay."

"Don't you want me to tell you about her?"

"No we are wanting accommodation not film-test people who wish us to share with them. All I ask you promise me she's not a shrew or a tidiness freak or a thief," Dino said, thinking the young woman must be interesting for Celeste to be talking in that manner.

Celeste giggled and he steered the conversation on to something else.

Dino made the call and asked, "Miss DeSilva?"

"It's Carlotta DeSilva, yes."

"You're Italian?"

"Of Italian descent, my family long being American. And you are?"

"Oh excuse me, so impolite of me. I'm Dino, Celeste's partner, Dino Dunlop, um from a half American family."

"And the other half?"

"My mother is proudly Italian. She is a Ricci and her family grows vegetables on its land holding near the famous city of Bologna in Lombardy."

"Ah in the north. My father and mother's family several generations back arrived in America from Lombardy also, near the city of Brescia which is a bit more south than Bologna."

"Have you been to Italy Carlotta?"

"Yes once. And you?"

"Several times as a small child but unfortunately only twice when in my teens when I would have remembered more. It is so interesting and the family love my mother and that makes going there so exciting and enjoyable."

"I like hearing you speak like that about your mother and her family.""

"Well most people do I think."

"Perhaps so. How old are you may I ask?

"I turn twenty-four in two months."

"Ah and your girlfriend Celeste turns thirty in six weeks. You like older women?"

"Yes but not necessarily better than young women my age. Celeste just happens to be the best woman I've ever been with and with us our ages are immaterial."

"If you come to share my apartment would you mind if I walk around lightly clad?"

"It's your apartment..."

"Actually it belongs to my parents and I have occupied it while attending university."

"Oh well to answer you question seeing women nude doesn't bother me."

Carlotta giggled and said she'd said lightly clad.

"As I said, it wouldn't bother me. You sound very nice, modern in attitude I think."

"Thank you. I'm surprised you didn't ask my age."

"That's because this conversation is for you to assess me Carlotta. Celeste told me the apartment is great and you were very nice. I trust Celeste's judgment."

Carlotta asked what was his job.

"I'm about to start work with Hampton Medical Services Corporation."

"What driving a truck or something similar?"

"Well sort of. My title is information systems engineer."

"Omigod, I'll soon start my third year working toward a masters in computer science."

"That's the degree I completed a couple of months ago. So we do have something in common."

"Yes indeed. You and Celeste will be most welcome to move in and share with me. I shall call Celeste about signing an occupancy contract. My mother is a Realtor and will attend to that. I look forward to meeting you Mr Computer Engineer."

"Thanks Carlotta. Oh I might be useful when you are preparing to sit papers."

"Oh thanks. I was hoping to receive that offer."

Dino called Celeste and left a message. She called back two hours later.

"Hi."

"Hi I was approved. I appeared to impress Carlotta."

"Ah I see I have a message to call her. So you'll be living with two pretty women."

"So she's pretty?"

"Yes and with a body you'll probably approve. They are quite big."

Dino joked, "You mean her knees."

"Something like that, about the same place as her knees but at the other end of her trunk."

They laughed.

"Well you best call her and arrange to sign. When will you leave for St Paul?"

"I'm packed so will leave tomorrow and book into a motel for at least one night."

"Good let me know where and I'll join you. I arrived here carrying virtually nothing and have purchased little and so will be packed inside ten minutes. Drive carefully in that car..."

"I no longer possess it. I sold it for two grand more than what I paid for it and bought a black low-mileage Ford Focus that I won't worry leaving out in all weathers. We will only have one covered parking space and you can have that as I'll know you'll have the better vehicle."

Buddy was sad to hear Dino was about to leave him.

"How much spare cash do you have to buy a car from me?"

"Say seven grand but take this one back that I've been driving. It's only just okay. I'll choose one from your yard that will be older but with a bit better performance."

"I already have that car in mind. Heat the pie and cook the vegetables and I'll go and get it with the paperwork."

"I want a legit vehicle."

"I thought you would."

Buddy arrived back and was handed a beer and his dinner.

He grinned, "Playing the macho man eh, not wanting to see what I have for your outside?"

"It will be good. Mom would whack you if you gave me a poor deal and you know that."

Buddy grinned and said Dino would do well in business.

"Yeah we'll I've learned heaps since being associated with you, hot conversations, hot cars, hot women. I feel I've grown up as a result of your bad influence."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

Buddy clapped his nephew on the shoulder and said affectionately, "You are okay kid. I missed seeing my two kids growing out of their teens after Maggie ran off with them and that asshole Mac but you have given my a taste of what it would be like."

"Okay although you are my uncle will you take some advice?"

"Do I have a choice?" Buddy grinned.

"Severe your ties with brain-dead Cindy and go out and find yourself a warm-hearted woman in need of a good home who will love and cherish you. You're okay Buddy and a good woman will grow to appreciate you and they'll know you'll want them to fuck as if they mean it."

"You don't say," Buddy said, rubbing his chin. "To tell the truth I've been thinking a bit like that for a month or two. Perhaps I'll think about it more now that you share that view. You really have grown up in recent weeks kid."

"Don't think about picked out a woman, just do it. Now what about this vehicle?"

"Oh crap, here is my finest hour and I was forgetting all about it. Come outside kid."

"Oh fuck, jumping Jupiter," Dino squawked, eyeing the late model Volkswagen GTI pained in blue metallic. "Buddy my old buddy, this here is a real gunship. Are you sure you can afford it?"

"You just give me your check for seven grand and forget price. This is one-year old, the 4-door model manual turbo and punches out 200 hp and has electronic and other safety aids galore. It's done 8960 miles by one careful lady owner, as they say, and has the upgrade pack that includes leather seats, an electric sunroof and 18-inch alloy rims plus GPS navigation. For a small car it really is a beauty."

Dino hugged Buddy who pushed him away saying softly, "Get off me you gay sexo" and turned away blinking excessively.

They went for a drive and Dino loved the car and put it through its paces, although not too excessively, convincing Uncle Buddy the kid could really drive.

They went back and completed the documentation that included the transfer of the remaining period of VW warranty to the new owner and then cleared away and had a couple of more beers.

As they headed out to the car and Dino stowed his possession, he said, "When I return here I want to see the signs of a lady having tidied up this house. Okay?"

"Okay. I'm thinking about it but tell me, how do you interest an older woman in sex?"

"If you have doubts then go for a younger one."

"Oh yeah. Dino that's damn good advice."

They hugged like good pals and Dino drove off, having decided to stay the night in Kansas City, five and a half hours away and then would only face a 7-hour drive to the twin cities next day where he knew Celeste would be waiting for him. 

Dino was in bed at a cheap motel just before 2:00, very pleased with his car.

CHAPTER 3

Both young women were looking down from the fifth floor in the apartment owned by Carlotta's parent's when Celeste tensed looking across the street when she saw Dino about to cross the street from where he must have parked his car. He'd called fifteen minutes ago to say he'd entered the city.

"Omigod."

"What?" Celeste asked.

"He's really dishy," Carlotta cooed. "God he's tall with curly hair, broad shoulders and slim hips. You'll have a problem keeping him to yourself."

"What do you mean?"

"Celeste you are blonde and very good looking with a great figure but St Paul is awash with young women of our class. On the other hand most guys are, well just guys, nothing to excite one's ovaries. There are some great looking guys but perhaps half of them are gay. See what I mean?"




Selling Insurance



Like most little boys I had dreamed of becoming a footballer when I grew up. Unlike most I got tantalizingly close to making that dream a reality. A Premiership club had signed me when I was 17 and the following year I was picked to start my first Premier League match. 

I didn't get that far as just before half time I collided with another player while going up for a header landed awkwardly and wrenched out the ligaments in my right knee. That was the end of my football career. I spent a year training hard in the gym to get back to full fitness. As well rehab for my leg I worked hard on my upper body strength and developing a physique that got me more than few complements. 

But I just couldn't get back to where I needed to be. I could have signed for a non-league club but I have always strived to be at the top of what ever it was I was doing, and that wasn't good enough. However while I was recovering I had taken time to study, which led a degree in financial management and I was now working for a firm selling corporate insurance. 

Of course I managed to get into finance just as the bubble burst and was desperate for a contract before I got canned. I only had one ace in the fire an Internet company I'd be fine if I could just get the managing director to sign on the line. 

The managing director was a formidable woman, Miss Derbyshire, she was in her late 40's but still very attractive, with large firm breasts a small waste and a beautiful booty, she also had a slightly flirtatious way with her which was always able to wrong foot me. I'd had numerous meetings with her but I still couldn't get her to commit. I had one last chance. 

I got to her office a little early I wanted to be relaxed and not rushed her secretary gave me look as I entered the outer office. 

"Back again?"

She asked I nodded and smiled. 

"She must be sweet on you, I'll tell her you're here."

She relayed this information via the intercom and I was shown into the main office. In side Miss Derbyshire who was sitting perched in the edge of her desk greeted me.

"Well hello Peter, how nice to see you again."

"It's nice to see you again Miss Derbyshire."

"Janice, please. Sit down."

I looked at her as I moved toward the seat she had indicated, she was wearing a black skirt, stockings and a white blouse, the skirt was quite short but she had the legs to pull it off. The white blouse was just open enough so I could just see the top of her cleavage and I was certain that she wasn't wearing a bra. She stood as I sat and slowly walked around her desk, she had a wiggle like Monroe's and bright red stilettos to match. She took her seat behind the desk and we got down to business. 

After about an hour I wasn't making any headway, she seemed to find a fault with everything. Things she had asked to be put in the contract last time were now wrong. Also I found myself mulling over the throwaway comment her secretary had said, was Janice sweet on me? Suddenly with my mind wondering I said the first thing that came into my head. 

She had made a slightly flirtatious remark about 'my footballers legs'.

"Would you like to see them?"

"See what?"

She caught my gaze, as I snapped back to reality I had an out I could fluff some line about the policy. My heart was racing I wasn't sure what to do. If I got this wrong, misread the situation. I'd be for the high jump. I had a split second to think. 

"My footballers legs, I'll let you see me undressed if you seal the deal." 

She put down the papers she had in her hands and sat back in her chair her eyes not leaving mine. Her hand reached for the phone and for a moment I stopped breathing. She pressed a button on the phone to operate the intercom. 

"Sandy we are at a crucial stage in the contract. Absolutely no interruptions."

I started to breath again. 

"Well go on then, I'm waiting."

Janice smiled at me as I went to stand. 

"Nice and slow, I want to appreciate everything."

I took my jacket off and hung it over the back of the chair. Then I slowly removed my tie before unbuttoning my shirt. I pulled the shirt off and threw it over the back of the chair.

"Very nice." She said, I looked over and smiled at her. 

"Oh please don't stop."

Her voice was the same as when we were discussing business but suddenly standing there topless I started to feel a little aroused. I kicked off my shoes and quickly dispatched my socks then slowly undid my belt my button and my fly. Carefully letting my trousers fall to the floor. I stood there in from of her in just a pair of black Kelvin Cline briefs. 

"There you are." I said.

"My footballers legs and body. Now the contract." 

"Not quite."

"But Janice you promised."

"Oh I'll keep my promise honey, once I see everything."

I hadn't banked on this I thought I would get away with just undressing to my underwear. My heart started to beat a little faster and my mouth went dry. But I was more than a little turned on at the thought of being naked in front of her.

"Okay."

I turned around a slowly pulled my briefs over my hips and let them fall onto the floor. Then I cupped my hands over my semi hard cock and turned back to face Janice. She looked at me quizzically and I slowly moved my hands to my side. 

"Well we are a big boy aren't we?" 

"The contract?"

I felt myself stammer a little as her eyes wondered all over my body. 

"I have something else I want you to do for me."

My heart sank, I was starting to think that it had been for nothing. But then she picked up her pen and signed the contract.

"The contract is yours, now honey lets have a little fun." 

She stood up and walked to the couch she had along the left hand wall of the office. She sat in such a way that I could see the tops of her hold up stockings. 

"Come over here and let me get a better look at you."

I walked over and stood in front of her. She reached forward and gently started to caress my cock with her fingers, I was soon very hard. 

"Isn't that better?"

"Yes."

She carried on stroking me with one hand and undid the buttons on her blouse with the other. Letting it fall open to reveal that she was wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her large breasts were firm and her nipples were large and pink and very hard. 

"Do you like what you see?"

I nodded. Her hands on my hips she pulled me down I went with the motion and I was soon on my knees between her legs with her wonderful breasts right in front of me, I gently kissed and caressed each nipple with my lips and tongue which caused Janice to moan with pleasure her right hand on the back of my head keeping me there at her breasts. 

Her left hand slid beneath her skirt. We stayed like this for a while, then she pushed me back from her, I slowly got to my feet and once more her hands were on my hips, I could feel that her left hand was wet and sticky as with one swift movement she was on her knees in front of me and I could feel her tongue gently tasting the head of my cock. 

I sighed with pleasure when she gently slid me into her mouth, her tongue still teasing my head as her lips slid up and down my shaft. I was soon lost in pleasure and couldn't last long, Janice sensed this and slid me all the way out of her mouth just as I climaxed covering her breasts with my ejaculation. 

"Good Boy."

I slumped down onto the couch and she sat next to me stroking my thigh.

"Now isn't that a much better way to sell insurance?"

She said with a wry grin on her face. I smiled and nodded, my head still spinning from the orgasm she had given me. 

"I'm going to go into my bathroom and clean up, why don't you get dressed."

She said, standing up and walking to a small door across the room. I slowly stood up and dressed myself. I was just retying my tie when Janice returned. She looked immaculate as if nothing had happened. Walking over to me as I finished she placed something silky in my hand, it was a pair of panties, her panties. 

"A little souvenir." She said with a grin. 

"Now lets finish up this paper work and get you off home." 

I started organising my papers into my brief case.

"Don't forget anything unless you want to come back that is." She said with a smile. 



Selling My Soul



It just cannot be described how physically obsessed and addicted I am to pure, unprotected, gay adult bookstore sexual bliss! I just can't stop it, nor will I ever! I know this, and I've excepted this. The crazy thing is that I have a life with a girl and a very good and respectable position in the community. BUT OH BOY, if they only knew how rotten and filthy my dirty, irresistible cock obsession really is. And how covered my cock is in other mens ass juice every time I stick it in my girlfriend's holes!!! God I love the sound of that!

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I am a very very attractive male with a tight cut Italian body, and a nice 7 1/2 inch cock that completely rules my life. Well, as time went on and the internet completely sucked me in to a complete and utter obsession with hard male bodies and perfect genitals, I began to completely alter my lifestyle. I would start by frequenting rest areas and giving myself to complete strangers and draining every fucking hard cock in sight. But the prob with that was that I wasn't always getting the hard gorgeous bodies that I completely dreamed about all day and everyday. Until finally I found my palace!

I am bisexual, and have a girlfriend, and am very attracted to her. But after I discovered my reason for living, I def began to change! 

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