14 comments/ 32662 views/ 11 favorites There's Fuck All Left To Do By: Cromagnonman What do you do when you've done everything that you've set out to do in your life? That's the question that I've been asking myself for some time now; what to do when there's fuck all left to do? I'm 35 and I'm bored; work bores me now that there's no challenge for me. I'm bored with my corner office with Rachel, my very decorative and super-efficient Personal Assistant, actually I'm not bored with her, she screens all calls to keep me at arm's length from personal involvements with young ladies that I've had fleeting contact with, and organizes my schedule so that I don't have to think about what I have to do next. Rachel made it very clear when she first started work with me that our relationship was strictly professional. I tested her resolve early on and found her to be unwavering, she flirts at times, when appropriate, but that's as far as it ever went. Without her I would be lost, but it's because of her that work bores me, I have nothing to do. It is she who, when I have to attend a meeting, has all the information that I need ready for me with the important stuff tagged so that I could find it readily. It was she who, if I had to deliver a speech, would prepare a draft with all the relevant information and sit with me while I went through it and made the few changes necessary and rehearsed the delivery. She offered advice and criticism where necessary and ensured that my prompt cards where in order so that I could deliver it smoothly. If the audience was receptive to humour, it contained humour, if it was a serious matter, so was the speech. I have commented on a number of occasions that I don't know why I bother coming to work because she can do my job so much better than I can. She just laughs it off as me being silly again. My private life bores me. No more Everests to climb. I have my pilot's licence and my own plane, but that bores me. I have an offshore powerboat that travels at phenomenal speeds and sucks fuel through its supercharged engines at an obscene rate, but that bores me. I have tried BASE jumping, but that now bores me, I have tried motor racing, both cars and motorcycles, and my trophy cupboard is full of trophies, but this bores me. I have a super-maxi yacht and have competed in the major ocean classics, the Admiral's Cup, the Sydney to Hobart, and while I try to help with the actual sailing I find that I'm not allowed, consequently this bores me. My love life is as varied as it is prolific, I just have to smile at a girl in a bar and she throws herself at me, I don't have to try, it just happens. Take for instance the girl that just walked in, I'm almost willing to bet major body parts on her gracing my bed tonight. I took some time to assess her potential and reached the decision that it was worth expending the little effort necessary to get her into my bed. From where I stood her figure was almost exposed, there was enough visible flesh to attract my attention but not that much that she looked easy. I got off my stool and sauntered casually over to her. Ignoring her I spoke to the bar attendant. "Another single malt and give the lady another of what she's drinking." "Fuck off." Her voice was little more than a whisper. "Excuse me, what did you just say?" This was a first. "I said fuck off. Now what part of fuck off don't you understand?" "I don't understand all of it. Here I am, on my own and here you are, also on your own. Now I thought to myself why don't I be sociable and buy you a drink. Is that such a bad thing?" "I'm alone because I want to be alone, end of story. Now if you want to be kind and sociable you can just fuck off and leave me alone." "But. . ." That was all I managed to stammer before she jumped down my throat. "No buts, are hard of hearing or just plain insensitive? I'll tell you one last time, fuck off and leave me alone." I took the hint and retired to my old stool. I couldn't understand her anger and her not wanting me to buy her a drink. I finished my drink and signalled to the bar attendant. "Another of these and when she orders another don't take any money from her, I'll cover it." "Yes sir." He poured my malt and gave me change. I slipped him a generous tip, swallowed my drink and left. I walked past Rachel the next day without my usual greeting and plonked myself behind my desk. I was still smarting from last night's rejection and rejection was something that I've had little experience with. For the first time in living memory I was the dumpee, not the dumper, and I was having a problem coming to terms with it. I had just opened my attaché case and taken out some papers when Rachel came in and sat down. "You're not in a very good mood this morning, don't tell me that she wouldn't put out." Was she psychic or what? "Whatever gave you that impression?" "For starters you didn't come up with your usual witty remarks about whether I got any last night which is usually a signal that you did. Secondly you sat down and took papers out of your case, something that you've never done before. I always have to come in and give you the necessary papers for the day ahead, this could only mean that you had time on your hands last night and actually looked at today's schedule." "All right smarty, can you go over what I have written and get the figures that I need and fill in the blanks. That should keep you busy." She reached over the desk and picked up the papers giving me an eyeful of tit in the process and her exaggerated hip swaying as she left was also part of the flirting that went on between us. She could be a real prick tease when she wanted to be and usually I appreciated the distraction but after last night it only helped to highlight the fact that I had missed out. Half an hour later she came in with my completed paperwork. "You've surprised me, I didn't have to change any of what you had written, maybe you should get dumped more often." She might just have something there. Having spare time on my hands because I wasn't fucking some obliging bimbo had left me with nothing to do so I decided to do the work myself, and that has added something of a challenge to my job, something that was missing when I had merely to ask and the work was done for me. The rest of the day passed quickly, I had the board meeting to attend and it went as normal except that I had a certain amount of pride when I was congratulated on my report, given that it was probably the first and only time that I had prepared it myself. I felt good about myself and had almost forgotten about the previous night. I went to the same bar on my way home. I told myself that it wasn't because I hoped to bump into her again, but I lied. I had been there for something like half an hour when she came in. My heart missed a beat and I found myself holding my breath as she approached. I wasn't too sure about her expression but I was hoping that she would at least speak to me. She stopped beside me, standing right next to my seat. Her hand slammed down onto the bar and there was money in it. "Here's your fucking money! I told you last night that I didn't want to accept a drink from you but you didn't listen so I came here to give it back to you. Now fuck off and leave me alone!" She turned and headed for the door. "Wait." Her reaction was to raise her right hand with her second finger extended, a gesture of finality. I was being dismissed, again. For the second night I arrived home early, totally devastated by this turn of events. I couldn't remember the last time, if ever, I had been treated like this by a woman other than my mother. I took out my frustrations on work, this could become a habit unless I did something about it. Rachel looked up as I walked into the office. She was just about to say something. "Don't even think about it." I took a folder from my case and dropped it on her desk. "Will you go over this for me, I have a meeting with the old man at 10 and I want to be sure it's right." She looked at me with a puzzled expression, two days in a row I had actually done something without being prompted, amazing. Several minutes later she came in and placed my coffee in front of me and sat down "I'm impressed, you did this all by yourself?" "Yes, you find that so hard to believe?" "Well now that you mention it, yes I do. What has brought on this sudden burst of productivity?" She caught the glance that I threw at her. "Oh, another knock back, was it the same woman?" "Yes if you must know. The other night I paid for her drink, she didn't know that I had done it until she ordered and was told it had been paid for, I had already left by then, so last night she came in and slammed the money down in front of me and stormed out. To make matters worse she gave me the bird as she left. I just sat there with my mouth open looking like a loser." That night she was there before me so I slipped onto the stool beside her. "Hi." She glanced, actually she glared, at me and slid off her stool, her hand reaching for her purse. My hand rattle snaked its way across the space between us and grabbed her wrist. "Let go of me your hurting me!" "I'll let you go when you tell me what your problem is. All I was trying to do was to politely ask you to join me in a drink, no strings attached, it was just that you looked like you needed the company." Her attitude softened a little and she stopped trying to pull her hand out of my grasp. "I'm sorry, I guess that I have over-reacted a little." "A little, try a lot." A faint flicker of a smile. "Look, can we start again? What would you like to drink?" "All right, I'll have white rum, Jamaican if possible, on ice, mineral water with a slice of lemon." "That's an unusual drink for a girl." "I can't explain it, it's just that I like it." The drinks arrived, my single malt and her rum and we both sipped. "Would you like a sip?" She said, moving her glass toward me. "Sure, I'm up for anything." I took a sip, it wasn't bad, in fact I could get to like it. "Nice, I can see why you like it." The more she relaxed the more she became attractive to me. Her eyes were the centrepiece of very nice face, they were a clear grey/blue colour, her lashes actually looked natural, and if they were false they were good false. Her makeup was understated, it almost didn't exist, her lips a pale colour with a gloss over it that looked as if she had just licked them. When my attention was eventually drawn lower it was as if everything about her appearance was understated. Her clothes were tailored and fitted her perfectly, emphasising in a non-obvious way her figure. Below her black skirt there emerged two black stocking clad legs and finally her black, mid-heeled shoes. "Have you finished your inspection?" "No. I've skim read your perfection and now I need to examine it in more detail. It could take some time. Was I that obvious?" It was a line that I'd used before. "Well yes. How would you feel if I was to ogle you like you have just done to me?" "You mean to say you haven't?" I knew that she had been checking me out from the time I walked through the door. "Actually I wouldn't mind it if you did, would you like me to stand up and turn around so that you can get a better look." "You're sure of yourself aren't you?" "Would you be surprised if I told you I'm not. Oh I know that I put on this front of self assurance but it is wafer thin, believe me. Beneath this urbane exterior lives a mass of insecurity." It was a glib statement but now that I think about it there's a certain amount of truth to it. For someone who has been used to getting his own way and having his every whim catered for since he was a little boy, my boredom has been caused by the lack of something substantial in my life. Everything about it is superficial, a façade, scratch beneath the surface and there's nothing, a Hollywood film set on legs. My family was wealthy, old money wealthy, they lived in a large house that had started as a large house and got larger as the money rolled in. I was raised more or less by servants; a Nanny took care of my early childhood making sure that I had everything I needed and that my parents were too pre-occupied to give, and this included love. I was devastated when I was sent to a boarding school and found out, when I came home for my first holidays, that she had been dispensed with. If I had thought about it at the time I would probably have realised that was when my feelings towards my parents had changed from indifference to hate. School was unspectacular in the academic context but I was popular with my friends and good at sport. I graduated high school with unspectacular results that meant that I only just managed to scrape into university and bumble my way through a generalist degree that was of little use in my future career. Life after university was a series of minor misdemeanours that required financial contributions from my parents to keep me out of prison. As a result of which I was forced to go to work for my father. I was given a junior executive position that required little work input from me, and provided with an assistant to do that work. I was allowed enough money that I was able to indulge in whatever took my fancy, or whoever took my fancy, without dipping into my generous salary. When I decided to move out of the ancestral manor I was given a penthouse apartment, fully furnished, in one of the more prestigious apartment buildings in town. I had expressed the desire to own a Ferrari and one magically appeared. There were never any questions asked about my private life and when I decided to get married nothing was said about my choice. The marriage, as it turned out, was a disaster, she, my wife was shallower than I was, always immaculately dressed, always to be seen at the right places, always with a smile on her face as if everything was perfect in this world that we inhabited. Nothing was as it seemed and she decamped with her tennis coach and my parents stepped in. They sent me off on vacation to the other side of the world while the legal pit-bulls tore her apart, leaving her with nothing. The tennis coach dumped her when he discovered that the millions that she had told him she was entitled to had vanished in a puff of legal smoke. I didn't look on this as a failure on my part because I was glad to see the end of her. Since then I have had an aversion to long term commitment, choosing instead to populate my life with uncomplicated short-term encounters. If I was to analyse this situation I would realise that I was scared, scared of an involvement that had the potential to hurt me. And that leaves me here and now. "No. I'm not sure at all." I was now more serious that I can remember ever being. I was about to lower my guard. "For me to be sure I would have to look further ahead than tomorrow. I live in a carpe diem world, I live for the day and hang the consequences. It's how I've always lived and it sucks big time. If I could find something that would motivate me to change, then I would." "I know what you mean, I have found that my life has no meaning, no purpose. My father used to tell me, 'If you can't change it don't sweat it.' What he meant by that was that I shouldn't waste my time worrying over things that I can't change and to concentrate on those things that I can. I had placed all my eggs in one particular basket and I've recently discovered that this basket was rotten and I have no eggs left." "When you came in the other night you looked like a bear with a sore head, as if the world had just kicked the shit out of you and you hated it. If you were living by your father's philosophy you wouldn't have been so hurt." "I hadn't had time to do anything about it. I'd just been dumped by the man that I was in love with and who had promised me the world. Some fucking promise, when it came time for his promises to be realised I was flicked. He never cared for me, all I was to him was a convenient place for him to shove his cock when he felt like it. Give me time and I'll come up with a solution but the other night I was so down on men that I took it all out on you, now I feel awful about that, you don't seem to be as much of a shit as he was." "I don't know about that, I've done some pretty shitty things in the past, things that I'm not proud of now but that at the time meant little." "Have you changed?" "Yes, I do believe that I'm in the process of change. It seems strange but this morning, for the second day running, I was feeling good about a report that I actually wrote myself. Normally my PA would write it for me and I would only have to learn what was in it so that I could talk on it as if I'd written it myself. Maybe if I actually did the work myself I would feel happier about my life. I have you to thank for that." "Me?" "Yes you. If you had accepted my invitation and joined me in a drink that first night, and if you'd succumbed to my charms, we might have ended up in bed and we might have had sex. Then the next morning we would have gone our separate ways and that would have been the end of it. But no, you jumped down my throat in a way that had never happened to me before and I was shocked and hurt more than I have ever been hurt. Because of that I went home and actually did some work type work just to get my mind off you telling me to fuck off." We talked for a while longer and she told me that she had to get home. I offered to drive her but she declined, choosing instead to take a cab. It wasn't until after she had left that I realised that I didn't know who she was, where she lived, or anything about her other than the little she had told me, and we hadn't made any arrangements to see each other again. The next two nights saw me at the bar waiting for her and then, when she hadn't made her appearance, leaving and going home, alone, and working until around 11.00 before hitting the sack and sleeping until my alarm jolted me awake at 7.30. After a shit, shower, shampoo and shave and some proper breakfast I breezed past an astonished Rachel into my office, early. "What's going on with you? Did you shit the bed or something?" "No, I've turned over a new leaf and I'm going to make an effort to do the job for which I'm being paid obscene amounts of money." "It must have been a pretty big leaf. Not that I'm complaining mind you, I've been having an easy time of it with you doing all the work, and don't you even think about reducing my salary." "The thought never entered my head. What's on the agenda today?" "You've got that meeting at 10.00 with those IT geeks about the new system that they want to sell us. The information is in your in tray." "I've had a look at it and I'm not so sure that it's what we want." "I agree with you. There has to be a more appropriate system available, if not we can always get one custom built." "Okay, coffee first, then we'll sit down and go through this in detail before they get here." By the time the IT guys had arrived Rachel and I had gone through their proposal and made a list of our concerns. "With an office this size we need to be sure that we have adequate server capacity, I'm not convinced that your proposal has that. I don't want to buy a system that will run out of capacity too quickly. The same goes for the back-up system, I would prefer to have external hard drives that can be expanded as necessary rather than back-up within the system. I would also prefer the back-up system to be housed in a secure, fire-proof and burglar proof environment, your system does not provide that. I think that you should go back to the drawing board and come up with a better proposal if you want our business, and don't just pick stuff that you have in stock and design a system around that." "Wow! You really told them." "Yeah, and now I have to go and tell my father that the system and provider that he has chosen didn't come up with the goods. Wish me luck." There's Fuck All Left To Do My father was less than happy with me. "I don't think that this system meets our requirements for the present let alone our future needs." "What would you know about it?" He glared at me. A couple of days ago I would have mumbled 'nothing' and left. "Rachel and I went over their proposal thoroughly and came to the conclusion that it was inadequate so we asked questions and were not satisfied with their answers so have told them to revisit their proposal and get back to us. I know they're your chosen suppliers and they've probably done this for years, but I think that we can do better and I want to get at least three other proposals before we make a decision." "All right, do it your way, but don't expect me to just rubber stamp your decision, I'll have experts go over it before I approve it." I couldn't understand why he wasn't happy that I was at long last taking an interest in my work. Night five, Friday night of all nights, and it looked as if I would be going home alone again. I was feeling sorry for myself when she slipped onto the stool beside me. "Hello there, I thought I might find you here." "Hi, I was almost going to give up and go home, again." "I'm sorry I didn't show up the last few nights but I've had a lot to get my head around, what with getting over being dumped and trying to decide whether to risk it again so soon." "And what have you decided?" "I don't know. One part of me wants to follow that old adage that if you fall off a horse you have to get straight back on while the other part of me wants to take it slow and test the water first before I commit myself." "I know what I want you to do, but I'm not about to rush you. I'll understand if you don't want to jump right in, I may not like it, but I'll understand. I think that we should get to know each other better so that we can make an informed judgement, what do you say?" "I had planned just to have one drink and then go home, but what did you have in mind?" "Dinner first and play it by ear after that." "That sounds nice." I took out my phone and speed-dialled a number. "Charles," I pronounced it 'Sharl' he was French after all, "A table for two in half an hour? No, not my usual table, you'll understand when we get there. Merci." "What was that all about?' "It's my favourite restaurant and I usually have a private room that comes complete with a couch for the use of, if the mood suits. Tonight I want the world to see you because I'm through with hiding in dark corners." We were walking to my car and she reached for my hand, an electric tingle ran through me as our hands touched. I held the door of the Ferrari as she slid in. At this juncture I would usually fire it up and blast off down the road at high speed to impress the person next to me that I was (a) a good driver and (b) a risk taker, but tonight none of that mattered, tonight was a night for taking it slowly. Charles raced over to greet us as we entered his domain. "M'sieur Timothy, welcome, welcome, may I take your jacket and M'amselle's coat? I agree," he whispered as he stood beside me to take my jacket, "this lady is far too good to hide away, you have chosen well." He ushered us to a table in the centre of the room. "Now I know how goldfish feel." "Would you like a more private table?" "No, this will be just fine." We had been seated and provided with menus and a wine list. "One thing before we start, I don't know your name. As you've probably worked out already from the enthusiastic welcome, my name is Timothy, Timothy Stewart." "Ellinor Lloyd. The 'Ellinor' is not spelt the usual way and don't ask me where the Ellinor spelt that way came from, I guess my parents were looking for something different. I'm usually called Elli because my younger brother couldn't get his mouth around Ellinor when he was very young." The meal was to die for, the restaurant specialised in steak, not just any cut chucked onto a griddle and singed before being tossed onto the plate with some tired old salad and sauce to disguise the fact that the meat had no flavour. This was prime pasture fed beef that had been dry aged for 8 weeks before being slow cooked to retain all of the flavours. It was so tender that you almost didn't need a knife to cut it and was accompanied by lightly cooked vegetables, still crisp and full of flavour. All this was accompanied by a bottle of Shiraz from Charles' private stock. We took our time eating so as to really appreciate the effort taken by the chef to present us with the best available meal. This was finished by a cheese plate and a Botrytis Riesling, its sweetness complimenting the sharp cheeses. I thought that I was getting through to her so you can imagine my disappointment when she chose once more to take a cab. "Look I have my reasons, you'll just have to bear with me for a while longer." "Very well, if I wasn't hopeful of this leading somewhere I wouldn't bother waiting, but I will, for now." I brushed her cheek lightly as she got into the cab. At least she didn't pull her face away or slap me. There is still hope. "Wait." Her door was almost closed, she opened it. "What sort of music do you like?" "Just about everything but I do prefer classical, why?" "There's a Mahler recital on tomorrow night, if I can get two tickets would you like to join me?" "Why yes, I'd like that." "Great! We can have dinner first, then go to the concert, what do you think?" "Sounds even better." "Great, I can pick you up at say 7.00." "No. I'll meet you at 7.00, just tell me where and I'll be there, I promise." I woke on Saturday morning feeling better than I'd felt for a long while, for starters I didn't have a hangover. I felt the sudden urge for the wide open spaces of a golf course, so I showered and tossed the clubs into the car and headed for the club. Another member was looking for a game and agreed to play eighteen holes. I probably played as badly as I'd ever played, with my new found enthusiasm I tried to belt the cover off the ball and, as a result, while I got the distance, I tended to spray the ball all over the paddock. As badly as I played, my opponent played even worse, and I still managed to beat him by three strokes. I cried off the prize of a drink in the clubhouse and, after a quick shower was back in the car heading home to my apartment that suddenly felt empty. I was pacing up and down outside the restaurant and she wasn't even late. A cab pulled into the kerb and a vision in black got out. She took my breath away as she walked towards me. I bent to kiss her cheek but she turned her face and my lips hit hers and stuck, things were looking up. I had not felt as happy and relaxed as I did as we dined, the conversation was light and flowed happily throughout and later, as we sat listening to the music her hand touched mine and stayed there. "Would you like a coffee?" I asked as we left the foyer. "What I would like is for you to take me home to your place and you can make me a coffee." "Wow! What's brought on this sudden change of heart?" "If you must know I can't go home tonight, the girl I'm sharing with, actually she's my half sister, has her boyfriend staying over and I've been asked to make myself scarce. I had just about reached the decision to allow this to move to the next step so her request has meant that I've had to move the decision forward a little." "You'll get no complaints from me." My hand was at the small of her back, touching flesh, as I ushered her into my apartment. "Nice." She said as she looked around. "Sit down, how do you like your coffee, you can have a short black, long black macchiato, latte, flat white, you name it and I can make it for you." "Can we hold off on the coffee for a few minutes, come, sit by me." I sat as invited and she came into my willing arms. We kissed and I had to admit that the kiss was worth the all too long, for me, wait. Her lips were soft and tasted of strawberries and while my tongue was feasting on them hers joined it. It was several minutes before we gasped our first quick breath before resuming and my hands were moving over her back. While there was fabric across her upper back my hands did not encounter a bra, her breasts that I had admired all evening were able to stand on their own. Her arms were around my neck holding my face to hers, let's face it my face had no intention of trying to get out of this. I couldn't believe that his was the same woman that had, only days ago, told me to fuck off and leave her alone. I'm glad I didn't. One of my hands, probably the right hand but I won't swear to that, had moved from her back to her front and cupped a breast. It was firm while at the same time soft except for the hard nipple at its centre that was asking for attention and attention it got. "Mmmm." My lips trembled as the sound hit them. She was enjoying this as much as I was. My hand slipped the strap from her shoulder exposing her breast, I couldn't see it, I was still lip-locked, but I could feel it and , unless my fingers were lying to me, it was as close to perfect as I had ever encountered, so I lavished a great deal of attention on it. It responded, her nipple got harder and bigger and she was also responding, her sighs were gaining in strength and her body was squirming around on mine. "This isn't fair." 'What isn't?" "This, all you have to do to get me going is to slip your hand under my dress and you're there, while I have to peel back layers of clothes to get to you. That's what's not fair." "Maybe I can help." "No, I want to do this myself." My tie was the first think to hit the floor closely followed by my jacket and shirt. She stopped at this point and her breasts were pushed against my chest and I could feel the hardness of her nipples. We stayed in this position for several minutes as we kissed and held each other tightly. I didn't want to release her just yet and she obviously wasn't about to release me any time soon. Eventually I stood to enable her to start on my trousers and she stood so that I could peel her dress over her hips and to the floor. Her pantihose followed quickly and all she had left was her black panties. If I wasn't so intent on enjoying her I would have ripped these down and started to fuck her, but tonight was a night for subtlety not strength, so I stepped back to admire her. She did a quick spin revealing a perfect arse before undoing my belt and pulling my trousers and shorts down. He was already erect and stood proudly in front of her. "My but he's the anxious one isn't he." She said nothing for some time because it's rude to speak with your mouth full and he was enjoying her silence. I gloried in her attention but when I could feel that he was about to inject something into the conversation I withdrew and lifted her to her feet. "You're sure that you want this?" "I've never been more sure of anything. I want this and I want it now." I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom. I lowered us both onto the bed and she came into my arms, the feel of her body pressed to mine was just about as much as I could handle. I slipped her panties down and my fingers brushed against her moist pussy on their way back to her breast. Several minutes later I rolled her onto her back and spread her legs wide to receive me. All of me was in this not just my cock that was deep inside her pussy. What we had was a connection that was more than animal lust, more than a release of sexual tension, it was a joining together of two people who until very recently felt that there was little reason to remain on this earth. I had even gone as far as make tentative plans for a high speed car crash, or a boating accident, or even a plane crash as a substitute to facing my empty life. Now my life was no longer empty. My thoughts turned to the task at hand, the giving of pleasure to Elli. While my cock slid in and out of her pussy I turned my attention once more to her breasts, caressing them and suckling on her hard nipples. Her hands were being put to good use, one of them held my head to her while the other had found its way between my legs and was fondling my balls, its touch so light that I could barely feel it but the sensation was intense. Her breath started to quicken, her eyes were closed tightly and every muscle in her body seemed to be tensed, then her hips began to tremble as her orgasm headed for a full explosion. For a while it seemed that every muscle was convulsing and then the whole lot collapsed in a deflated heap beneath me. "My god that was great, I've never come as hard as that before." Just as life was returning to normal for her I came, spurt after spurt of my seed shot from the tip of my cock deep into her causing her body to shudder its way through a mini-orgasm. "Can we take a short break, I'm having trouble getting my head around how good this is." "I obviously did okay then." "Okay, you were much better than okay, you were great. It'll be my turn next time." "Oh yes, and when will that be?" "By the feel of your weapon I'd say pretty soon. Just lay back and enjoy." She scrunched down and engulfed him with her mouth, applying pressure with her lips while at the same time sucking him and applying pressure with her tongue. "That feels so good." Her reply was a series of muffled noises, cut short by my orgasm. When she kissed me I got a taste of my sperm from her lips before she licked them clean. She snuggled against me her body was so soft and seemed to fit mine perfectly. I had never experienced a feeling like I was right at this moment, certainly not during my ill-fated marriage or with any of the women I've had since then. "Good-night my wonderful man." Her voice was so soft that I almost didn't hear it but her message was loud and clear, she was happy, and so was I. For the first time that I could remember I was experiencing true contentment and with that thought I drifted off into a deep sleep. I was woken by Elli getting back into bed. At first I thought she had been to the bathroom but remembered that it was in the other direction. "I've just spoken to my sister and it's safe to go home, and I want you to take me. But before we go I have to tell you that you'll be surprised and that this surprise might make you angry. Please, please, don't be angry with me or my sister, reserve judgement until after you've heard everything, then if you're angry we'll understand." "Can't you tell me now?" "No, I just thought that I should tell you that so you're a little prepared for what happens, but it's best that it comes from both of us because it involves us both not just me or her." I got through breakfast somehow, my brain was in free fall, what was this surprise and how would it make me angry and when I got angry would I say something that would spoil what I was feeling up until now. The first part of the surprise occurred as we approached her apartment. We had been buzzed in by her sister and rode up in the elevator in silence. I glanced at Elli and she returned the glance with a pleading look. I wanted to take her in my arms and tell her that it would be okay but my mind wouldn't let me. A door opened ahead of us and Rachel stepped into the hallway. "Hi you two, come in." My mind went from free fall to overdrive in a nanosecond. Rachel and Elli were half sisters, what the hell was going on? The conspiratory theory part of my brain was telling me that this had been all Rachel's idea to set me up with her sister and they had planned this from the very beginning, working out how to attract my attention and lead me into their trap. "Sit down, can I get you anything?" She looked at both of us. "No, I guess not. Timothy, I know what this looks like, but hear us out. Yes Elli and I are half sisters, we're almost twins, you see our father was seeing a girl who had an identical twin sister and they thought that it would be fun to take it in turns on dates to see if he would notice the difference, he didn't. It worked out fine until my mother fell pregnant, she was engaged to be married so it was decided that she would go ahead with the wedding and hope to convince her husband that I was his child." "This whole scenario was further complicated when, within weeks, Elli's mother announced that she too was pregnant. Our father married her mother and they moved across the other side of the country. We might not have known about each other except that my father, somehow, found out that I wasn't his child and he divorced my mother. She needed help and our father agreed to look after me until she got on her feet again. We have been closer than most sisters since then." "Now this is where it gets really messy. About a year ago Elli was staying with me and I took her to a work function, it was while you were overseas during your divorce drama, and there she met someone who she fell for. He gave her an apartment to live in and arranged a job for her with one of his friends. She thought that he loved her, after all he told her often enough that he did and that he would divorce his wife and they would live happily ever after. That was until two weeks ago when he announced that he was no longer interested in her and that she would have to vacate her apartment. It seems that his niece was moving here and his wife had told her that she could live in the apartment. That man was your father." A huge hole opened up in the floor and I fell through. Was this a setup from the beginning? Was my getting together with Elli just to get back at my father? What were my feelings for her now? Was I in love with her as I had convinced myself this morning, before all of this? What was I going to do about this? The fast car, the plane crash or the boating accident were all looking pretty good around now. I was just about to blow my top when Rachel grabbed my face in her hands and kissed me hard on the lips. Now I really was confused. "Timothy, before you get really angry hear me out, there's more." "What more could there be, wasn't that enough?" "Elli and I are almost like we are twins, we certainly think alike. When I first started working with your company I was attracted to your father, I wasn't the only girl there who was by the way, but I made the decision that my work relationships and my private life were two separate entities and I would not allow my urges get in the way of my professionalism at work. That decision was much harder to stick to when I started working with you. If you remember you hit on me from the beginning and I told you that I would not get involved in a relationship with you. Believe me that was one of the hardest decisions that I have ever made." "When your father hit on Elli we discussed it, I was against it from the beginning but he was persuasive, so we decided that, because she was working elsewhere there would be no conflict of interest. It was as fine as an affair with married man could be until he kicked her out. It was pure coincidence that she called into that bar because she was feeling like shit and needed a lift. The last thing she wanted was to get involved again so soon and if she'd known who it was that had tried to hit on her she would have been seriously screwed up mentally." "I told Rachel about what had happened, about how you'd paid for my drink even though I'd made it perfectly clear that I wasn't interested, and that you'd left before I was aware that you had paid for it so I couldn't vent my anger at you." Elli took up the commentary. "After the next night we discussed what had happened and Rachel asked me a bit about you so I told her all that I knew." Rachel jumped back in. "When she described you I was sure that it was you, so we had a long talk. I told her that you had some good points and with a little help you'd get better. It was Elli who eventually decided that you weren't your father and that, just maybe, you should be given a chance to show that you could change." There's Fuck All Left To Do "So I went back to the bar thinking that if you were there I would see how interested you were in me, whether you were pissed because I'd rejected you, or you really were interested in me." Elli said, looking deep into my eyes, I was like the mouse when confronted by the snake, I knew that there was danger but was unable to look away. "When you stopped me leaving and were actually kind to me, I knew that I would give you a chance. I'm glad that I did." I'd simmered down and was no longer angry. This was some mess I'd gotten myself into. I couldn't see how I could get out of this, but then I didn't want to. My thoughts were tossed back and forth, first one side of the argument held sway but then it gave ground to the other side. What I eventually decided was that we, the three of us, would have to work through this situation to find a solution where neither of us got hurt. "So where does that leave us? Elli, I know it's early days but I believe that I'm in love with you, I haven't had much experience with real love but I think this might be it. Rachel, in a weird way I love you too, not in the same way as I love Elli, I love working with you and don't want to lose that. I have never been close to my father and the only reason that I'm working for him is because he bailed me out when I got into strife in my young and foolish days, so if this plan involves in some way punishing my father don't let me stop you." "I had thought of going to your mother and revealing all and if she asked for proof that I'd had sex with him I'd tell her about the big mole on the top of his cock that flicked my clit when he was fucking me, it was a turn-on believe me. I couldn't know about that unless I'd at least seen it. But then I didn't want to hurt her." "Her being hurt pre-supposes that she's capable of feelings. I'm almost convinced that she's aware that he hasn't been entirely faithful throughout their marriage, just as I'm almost certain that neither has she." "So what do you suggest?" Elli asked. "What I suggest is this," I looked at both of them, "Elli, would you like to move in with me so that we can explore our feelings for each other in depth?" She looked first to Rachel who smiled, then to me who smiled even wider, then she launched herself across the short distance that had separated us, her arms clamped around my neck and her lips pressed hard against mine. I think I had my answer and Rachel sealed it when she hugged both of us. "There is one more thing to discuss." Rachel interrupted us. "If, when this relationship progresses to the point where a more permanent arrangement is contemplated, how are you going to get past your father's obvious objections?" "It has nothing to do with him who I choose to marry." "Think about it, his son is just about to embark on a marriage with his former mistress and you don't think he'll object?" "How can he without revealing to everyone that he and Elli were lovers?" "He might not be able to do anything obvious about it but he won't be happy and I've seen him when he's not happy. Son or no son, if he's angry with you he can make life pretty damn miserable for the both of you." "I say fuck him. We deserve our happiness and I'm not going to let him fuck up our chance of a great life together." Rachel helped us pack up Elli's things and transport them to my place, it took several trips, have you ever tried to fit luggage into a Ferrari? After we had her settled in it was decided that we didn't have enough energy to cook a meal so Charles was contacted and a table for three booked. When we walked in the expression on his face was priceless. We got back home shortly after 10.00 and because she had drunk more than a few wines, we decided that Rachel should sleep in the spare bedroom, and no, she didn't slip into our bed during the night for some three-way action. Elli and I just couldn't seem to get to sleep. We thought that making love might get us tired enough that we would sleep but I seem to recall looking at the clock on my bedside cabinet and the large green numbers that told me that it was 2.37 came into focus. From somewhere near my chin a soft 'Mmmm, that's nice." told me that Elli was also still awake so I caressed her breasts and her legs opened up allowing me access once more to her body. We must have fallen asleep after that because we were woken up by the sound and smell of breakfast. Where our bodies touched was sticky with the results of our lovemaking, but we didn't care, putting on tee shirts that barely covered our hips we went into the kitchen to find Rachel just dishing up scrambled eggs on toast and a pot of coffee sat ready for consumption. "What time did you two get to sleep?" "I don't know. Did we keep you awake?" "No, but I did wake up in the early hours and you were still at it, and I think that you should have a shower before we do anything else, I can smell you from here." The day was great, firstly contact with work to take the day off. The three of us got dressed and walked to the mall where we indulged in some serious shopping, lunch at a café and more shopping before returning home. We dropped Rachel off at her place just after dinner and returned home, happier than we had both been for a long time. Tuesday brought the first drama. It was the weekly board meeting and for the first time in company history someone had the audacity to oppose a decision that my father had made." I was that someone and it made him angrier than I have ever seen him. He announced that the new computer system would come from his chosen supplier. "Wait. Before we make this decision I think we should take a close look at what is involved here." I passed the papers around. "What I have produced here is a comparison between what this provider has offered and the proposals put forward by three other companies. As you can see, this one my father wants you to accept is charging more for an outdated system than any of these other are charging for one that will meet our present and future needs." "How dare you!" He was livid. "I dare because I'm interested in saving this company money. The system that your guys want to sell us is already obsolete, in three moths we'll have to buy another one. These other systems not only address our current needs, but are easily upgraded, so they will be effective into the future. As far as I'm concerned the choice is between these three submissions." Unfortunately for my father, the rest of the board agreed with me and that made him even angrier. "I want a word with you." He grabbed my arm as I gathered my papers to leave. "How dare you oppose me! You're my son and I expect you to support me in any decision that I make." "I can't do that, especially if I don't believe that it's right for the company." "Since when have you been interested in this company? All you have to do is to sit in your office and make up the numbers at board meetings. And for this little thing you get paid very well. Nothing will change, you will continue to do as you're told." "Or?" "What do you mean 'or?' Look you stupid idiot, who was it that saved you from that scheming bitch that you married? Who was it that contributed to the police benevolent fund to keep you out of prison? I'll tell you who, it was me, and in return I expect a little loyalty. Do I make myself clear?" "And what do you propose to do if I ignore this threat of yours?" Okay, I was about to jump in at the deep end and there were holes in my water-wings but what the fuck, I jumped anyway. "You will have to look for another job. Don't worry, I'll let you keep your apartment and that fancy car that I gave you, but don't expect me to keep you on if you oppose me." "Does the name Elli Lloyd mean anything to you?" It was time for the lump of four by two with the six inch nail in the end of it. "You wouldn't dare! That's blackmail!" "Call it what you will, but if I was to go to mother and tell all, it's going to cost you a damn sight more than my salary." "You little bastard get out of my sight!" So I got. A council of war followed. Rachel convened a meeting of the network of administrative assistants and got them working on the executives they assisted and before long there was a groundswell of support for the stand that I had taken against my father. So much so that at the next board meeting when my father announced once more that we would be accepting his proposal for the new computer system over the one that I had chosen from the other three, it was voted down. His huge dummy spit resulted in him deciding that he wouldn't stand for this, and that the board would have to choose between him and me. I won, his ego lost and he left. My life has changed. I am in charge of this company, Rachel is still my PA and we still flirt with each other. The way the company operates has changed; it is no longer a dictatorship, there has been introduced a consultative process that has given each executive more say in the day to day operations and they work well together reaching informed decisions. Behind each of these is a network of administrative assistance who also consult with each other and this usually means that issues are addressed from more than one aspect. My personal life has changed. I'm certainly not bored any more. I have sold the offshore power boat and the ocean racing yacht, and the Ferrari, they were all surplus to my needs. I now drive a Volvo of all things, and I kept the plane, it comes in handy because my business trips are no longer controlled by airline schedules and I don't want to spend any more time than necessary away from home, away from Elli and her expanding belly, away from preparations for the arrival of our first, but by no means last child. Being an only child sucked and I'm not going to wish that on my daughter. So what the fuck is there left to do in this life? Enjoy every moment of it.