0 comments/ 21456 views/ 3 favorites Wet Slippery Surprisingly Warm By: egmontgrigor2010 CHAPTER 1 Until Mrs Goldsmith nailed him in the first semester as a freshman, Blake Boxhill had thoughtlessly assumed sex appeal was confined to a handful of females who were sexy enough to lift themselves above the mass who exhibit careless indifference or sub-standard care or both. Mrs Goldsmith asked him to report to her office for a review of his work. "Watch out Blake, Clarissa probably wants to suck your dick." Blake grinned at his friend Frank and wondered how Frank attracted babes like he did when he spoke uncouthly and sometimes would openly grab a babe over her tit and she would stand mesmerized like a deer caught in headlights. "Take my place Frank and get yours sucked." "Nah she's an old bag of bones." The world of sex remained mysterious to Blake. He'd struggled to lose his virginity at high school and it wasn't until after the graduation ball when a group of them were walking to their cars when Jessica Clay asked, "Are any of you guys still virgins?" "I am." The guys looked at Blake and jeered while their partners smiled at him sympathetically. Blake's partner, who intended to become a missionary, had been collected by her parents an hour earlier and taken home. Blake was shaking, wondering why the hell had he made that confession. The words had just popped out and just as he'd finished thinking would all those girls be shafted within the next hour. "Take Blake into the shadows and give it to him," Jessica's boyfriend Al grinned, pushing her at Blake. Jessica took Blake by the hand and led him off, calling to her best friend Sarah to come along to hold her ball gown when she took it off. Fortunately for Blake he generated an erection almost instantaneously because once out of her dress Jessica stretched out on the ground, opened her legs and holding her panty leg aside said huskily, "Push it in Blake. This is my graduation gift to you." Blake found her 'gift' to be wet and slippery and surprisingly warm. "Christ Blake, you're big," Jessica complained and he was mortified, wishing he had the size of dick that satisfied. "Oh shit I'm coming already," Jessica quavered. "You are activating every sensor in my cunt." "Oh, sorry," Blake said, appalling he was doing it all wrong. He plugged away and finally came and Jessica said, "Trust me to go with the wrong guy. I should have chosen you Blake. That was amazing." Blake frowned wishing she'd remain consistent about what she was saying. Now he didn't know what to think. "Here slut, take your dress," Sarah said. "If he'd that good I want a piece of him." Sarah leaned against the trunk of an oak and pulled up the front of her dress. "Rip off my panties big boy and then shove it up me standing up." Blake had worried her mightn't have enough length but Sarah began huffing and yelled, "Jesus Blake, how much more have you got to go in?" At that point Blake became confident he'd get by. As they were walking back to the car, a girl on each of Blake's arm, Jessica said she'd made the offer because it wasn't right for a high school graduate to go to college a virgin. * * * Blake scored twice on his first night at college and the third came during the lunch break next day. He teamed up with a group of guys led by Frank Lund and as Blake and Frank were the only two from the group the football coach wanted to trial for one of the junior teams, the two quickly because buddies. Frank was bigger than Blake and seemed to attract girls and when they came across two females together Frank would say, "Which one of you wants to fuck me?" Usually they both wanted him but Frank would chose one and more often than not the one left over for Blake would surprise him by taking his arm and saying something like "Hi sexy" or "Lucky ol' me has got the best one." Blake ignored the compliments, thinking they were misdirected or just the nonsense females went on about. Blake went into Mrs Goldsmith's office and she said, "Shut the door Blake." He turned to do that and heard her say, "And lock it." Christ she was preparing to suck cock. "This intimate occasion between you and me Blake is our secret right?" He nodded. "Promise you'll tell no-one what happened in this room this afternoon." "Yes I promise," he said hoarsely. Mrs Goldsmith was anything but an old bag of bones as Frank had alleged, Blake thought, taking a raking look at her for the first time close up. He knew from her CV on the website she was thirty-eight, married to an attorney and they had two small kids. In her college days Mrs Goldsmith had been a crack sprinter. Now as a result of close inspection he'd decided her tits were even bigger than his sister's and her body looked firmer than his mother's and had far less extra 'padding'. "Are you happy to fuck me Blake?" Blake thought he'd never expected a female lecturer to ask him that question, not in a thousand years. But why had she zeroed in on him? He was about to find out. "I suppose you are wondering why I've picked on you?" He decided to play coy and asked why would he think that. "Males with an ego are insufferable, like Frank Lund for instance. You two often sit together and I began to notice you more and more. That little turn up at the end of the fringe of your brown hair for instance, contrasts with guys like Frank who have their hair slicked back, making them look like Hollywood gangsters." "I don't like my hair slicked back." "I wonder why I'm not surprised Blake?" He wondered what the hell was she talking about. "I think your all would agree that Jane Clement is the most intelligent, most articulate and the most sensitive female in your class Blake." "Yes she's outstanding. But she has lousy hair and lousy teeth and rounded shoulders." "Bad points physically Blake but she'll marry well don't you think? And the reason for that will be because of her other qualities." Mrs Goldsmith said, undoing Blake's shirt. "Huh?" "You must have heard the saying, 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder?" "Yeah?" "There are guys who'll see Jane's inner beauty, knowing personality will fade at a much slower rate that body beauty and her intelligence will probably assist them to have very bright children and their mom will adore Jane because she speaks so beautifully." "Yeah I understand what you're getting at Mrs Goldsmith," Blake said, unbuckling and dropping his pants and underpants after she'd hauled off his shirt. He leaned back on the desk, stroking his dick but she smiled and said no thank you, the only penis she sucked was her husband's and the only one that had her ass was her husband. "What else is left?" Blake asked sourly and was told he had great humor and she loved the way he didn't object to ground rules being imposed. "Also you don't penetrate me without a condom." "Thanks, I have no idea where you've been," he grinned and she looked at him sourly and said, "Oh funny man." "So each semester I pick a guy who'll fuck me to keep me on heat." Blake boggled but didn't blurt why him. He scratched an ear. "The outstanding guy in all my classes of freshmen is you. You have soulful dark eyes that follow me round as I walk back and forth lecturing and you hang on to every word. Your answers and questions are highly intelligent and judging by your wide shoulders I correctly anticipated you'd have a big, strong penis. Added to that on the infrequent occasions we have exchanged greetings or you have complimented me you focus on me, with the same level of respect I suspect you'd use when addressing your mother." Mrs Goldsmith was holding her hands high so Blake pulled her top off and when undoing her bra asked, "I still don't understand why me?" "You have a quiet smile, excellent manners, you nails are clean (tossing aside the bra Blake checked out his nails and nodded), you are never scruffily dressed and you walk tall. Huh? "In other words, with all the things I've said about you" Mrs Goldsmith said, as she pulled her breasts outwards by the nipples as Blake leaned against her back and left side low to pull down her panties, "you have huge sex appeal." "Me?" he asked as Mrs Goldsmith stepped out of her panties He walked to face her, taking a heavy boob in each hand. "Christ," she said, looking at him intently. "You have no idea do you. You aren't a virgin are you?" "Hell no," said indignantly, jamming two dry fingers straight up her. "Oh fuck," she yelled, grabbing him and slobbering as she tongued over his face. Carrying the heavy Mrs Goldsmith, his dick right up her, Blake waddled over to the dark fabric covered sofa and noticed the stains and thought they were too light to be coffee stains. Obviously other chosen ones pulled off their condoms and squirted Mrs Goldsmith. Blake got her away three times before she cried enough. He pulled out and saw she was leaking copiously and he pulled out, tossed away the condom and jerked over her vulva. He then held her legs up high and wide and grinned, watching semen pool over her butt hole. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Nothing." "You naughty boy, you've tired me out. So do we have a regular date here, 4:15 every Thursday?" "Sure unless you tire of me." "Oh that's not likely to happen sweet boy." The seductress Mrs Goldsmith, now called Clarissa by her toy boy Blake, was very good for him, teaching him about women and the things she really liked about sex, upgrading his techniques. Twice when her husband took the children to visit his parents Clarissa took Blake away for a dirty weekend and Clarissa returned home looking suspiciously bow-legged. With his confidence building and keeping his ego in check, the two-hour bangs with the young women prowling the campus looking for it were put behind Blake. He began looking selectively at the females and making his choice. He'd run with the one chick for a month or more and came to like the stability it brought as well as having some great times being taken home to meet mom and dad. Being seduced by one of the moms with her daughter, two sons and husbands in the house was a little much for Blake and he experienced his first premature ejaculation, grabbed his trousers and ran to the barn to safety, and luckily he wasn't seen. But five minutes later Mrs Simon entered the barn and said crossly, "No man has ever run out on me Blake. I demand you get my off properly and as many times as I decide." When they were returning to college Mia said, "Mom became awfully sweet on you late Saturday. Exactly what had you two been doing in the barn?" "Fucking," Blake said and then gulped, wondering why the hell he'd said that. Mia laughed and said, "You big liar. My mother has never looked at another guy that way since her marriage." Nice guy Blake easily resisted the urged to say to Mia he had news for her. Clarissa dumped him just before end of semester, although perhaps the term 'retired him' would be more appropriate. She offered him this advice, "Try to marry your boss's daughter' and gave him a new generation computer notebook that pleased Blake greatly. "Where's my present?" she demanded. "A dick up the ass?" "Oooh yes, why not?" Next day Blake gave Clarissa a Lady Shaver. "Are you trying to tell me something?" she said. "Yes, this is the waterproof battery model so can be used in the shower. Either shave your bush completely or use the trimmer. Get modern Clarissa. You'll find your husband will really appreciated seeing what he's licking." She kissed him sweetly and then dabbed at her eyes. Blake graduated with a Master's in Business Management with a job contract already secured to work with the management team at Black Ash City Public Transport Inc, one of two public transport providers for a city and environs of 221,700 inhabitants. He filled a new position with the sweeping title of policy analyst. Entering his rented apartment, arranged by email through a letting agency, Blake opened a letter already waiting for him in his room. It was an invitation to dine that evening with Adam. J. Cole, chairman and major stockholder of the bus company. Blake pushed the doorbell and heard footsteps. A woman who could be hitting fifty and fifteen pounds overweight answered the door. "Hi, I'm Blake." "Oh Lordy, look at you Mr Boxhill. Welcome to our home. Aren't you simply gorgeous?" Blake nodded, assuming he was, dressed in his new shiny blue Italian suit. "I'm Jenna, Adam's wife," she said, kissing him and pressing up against him hugely with her near over-powering perfume. He felt her hand brush over his dick, and did what he assume was expected of him, and squeezed her right tit forcibly "Omigod," she groaned, shuddering. "Come I'll take you to Adam before I go and change my panties." Chairman Adam Cole was shorter and fatter than his wife but was affable and after shaking Blake's hand filled that hand with a three-finger shot of whisky. Seated and with the preliminaries over, Adam said, "Until three years ago our company operated a bus monopoly and ran and still runs the light rail service along the river bank to the amusement park on a half-hourly schedule at peak times with intermediary stops at the library and then the museum and then the riverfront café row. Then the new mayor persuaded the council to open up all routes to competition and in came the Blue Bus Company that competes on all main routes apart from our light rail line. "Interfering politicians," Blake grunted and earned a smile from the chairman. "Blue Bus now has about 40% of custom and recently employed two new business development people. I decided rather than attempt to win more business off them as they are attempting to do to us, the smart way was to put them out of business and that's why you have been hired. You are rather young but we thought you'd have the unafraid confidence of youth plus new ideas. Don't prove me wrong." "Mr Chairman, as I said when I was interviewed for this role it's an irresistible challenge. The way to beat them is with science and not setting fire to their depot or blowing up their buses." "Jesus fire and dynamite? Why didn't we think of that?" "Probably because it's the 21st Century." As Blake was leaving after a beautiful dinner and great wine, Jenna kissed him demurely in front of her husband and Adam said, "The new director of Blue Bus business development is our daughter Kitty." Blake said, "What a treacherous bitch." "We love our daughter," Jenna said stiffly. "Good night Mr Boxhill." Blake was in bed and had just worked his dick up ready to jerk it when there was a knock on the door. Christ it will be Jenna wanting her cunt filled, he thought. Well he was almost right. "Hi I'm Kitty Cole," she said, dressed in a red cocktail dress and sweeping into the room, glancing at the tent showing almost hip high on his thin robe. "Daddy would have told you about me being the opposition. I'm here to do my job and that is to find out your plans. Please undo the buttons on the back of this dress. I suspect the only was I can get what I want from you is to fuck it out of you." "All I can say is I'd rather be fucked by you than your mother." "Well said," Kitty grinned. "I love men with humor although I daresay mom did attempt to measure the size of your nuts." Although only twenty-seven Kitty was rather disappointing. She had tits no larger than oranges with tiny nipples, a pot belly and a real jungle between her legs. Even more disconcerting she sweated profusely as Blake attempted to push up her cunt. "God you are uncomfortably big," she bleated. Blake felt insulted. "Is your ass any wider?" he asked, and she screamed "No you foul pig" and came hugely. Her release provided extra lube and he got up far enough to start pumping. Kitty had stopped bleating but continued to sweat and began banging back at him. It became a duel to find who'd quit first but the result was inconclusive because almost ninety minutes later they were both asleep, still connected but no longer banging. Although soon finding she'd get nothing out of Blake but semen, Kitty visited him every night for a month apart from the three nights when she was menstruating. The CEO of the Blue Bus Company then indicated he wished to shaft her and so it was bye-bye Blake who'd lost seven pounds during that month. During the next month Kitty's mom called on Blake and he had quite good sex with her, believing it was the polite thing to do. Blake had estimated it would take six months to produce the thorough analysis Black Ash City Public Transport required but argued if the budget was increased he could hire more temporary resources and come up with recommendations to plug the business loss sooner. Management provided the extra funding and Blake completed just inside four months. All recommendations were adopted without change as follows: ONE: The company should add the line: 'A US-owned and Operated Business' under all uses of the company's name including on its fleet of buses and light rail vehicles. TWO: Advise the public all Blue Buses public transport vehicles have been imported from Europe whereas Black Ash City Public Transport Inc entire fleet of buses, service vehicles and Light Railways Vehicles are American manufactured. THREE: Make the public aware that research has proven more than 80% of investment in Blue Buses is held by foreign stockholders and foreign money lenders whereas 88% of investment in Black Ash City Transport is held by citizens of Black Ash. FOUR: Make the public aware that research has proven Blue Buses that entered the local market three years ago on the whim of new mayor Michael Reeves has taken approximately 40% of patronage from the existing operator established in 1918 and had always been required to have its fare schedule approved by the City Council to avoid unfair financial gain due to the operator's monopoly. Significantly thirty months ago Mayor Michael Reeves successfully persuaded the City Council to abandon the requirement for fare schedules to be approved by the City Council. Since then the fare schedule of Blue Buses has risen 9.8% in thirty months since it commenced operations on all routes except the most-used Red Routes and the bus service it operates beside the light railway route. Blue Bus fares on those heavily used sectors are 18% lower than on all other Blue Bus routes and those heavily used sectors provide 60% of Blue Bus's total patronage. The intent of that price-cutting is sinister, to say the least. In contrast, Black Ash City Public Transport has increased its fares across all routes in the past 30 months by only 1.87%. FIVE: Although Blue Buses is a tightly controlled private company, an investigator employed by Black Ash City Public Transport has discovered that 8% of the stock in Blue Buses was acquired by the Family Trust operated by the family of Mayor Reeves. This information should be disclosed to a trusted investigative reporter within the news media and once published all hell could break loose. Although Adam Cole had been briefed on findings and progress during the four-month investigation and analysis period, he beamed and waxed on about Blake's great work after reading the final report. The company executives attended a dinner to farewell the popular Blake and late that evening Mrs Cole arrived on his final night of residency in his apartment to give Blake a wet, slippery, warm and very roomy present. * * * The agency Blake was registered with engaged him to lead a study into shopping habits and concealed preferences of women frequenting lingerie stores. Before moving to the East Coast to begin that work he returned home to visit his parents. On the second day home he met his former high school friend Jessica Clay in the mall and they had coffee. Jessica had taken Blake's virginity on high school graduation night. He thought about a part of Jessica that would be wet, slippery and warm and made the suggestion but she smiled and said sorry but she'd put aside her carnally relaxed ways and would marry Will Moss in eight months, or sooner if she became pregnant. Wet Slippery Surprisingly Warm "Will Moss the supermarket owner's son?" "I'm sure that's the only Will Moss we know," Jessica smiled. "These things happen. Will and I belong to the same gym and now the country club and are members of Little Theatre and the same ski club. We appear to have been thrown together and his parents are lovely to me. Alas the sex is nothing to write home about, not that my parents would want to read that kind of letter. You know I've never had one that could fill me like yours did." "Go on, Frank Lund must have sunk one into you." "Well yes, several times in fact, but you were fatter, longer and wielded it more expertly Blake." Blake went home in a daze. Bigger and better than even the legendary Frank Lund who many ex high school and college babes would remember for the rest of their lives. Wow. Betty watched her son swagger up to the door, a stupid grin on his face. "Have you been having sex?" she asked when he came into the kitchen, believing she'd read the signs accurately. "Nah, I've been yarning to Jessica Clay." "Blake you whore. You keep your hands off that beautiful young lady, do you hear? She is the lead signer in our church choir and we all love her because she's so pure and lovely. Later this year she marries Clive and Jennifer Moss's son. It will probably be the Wedding of the Year for this city." "Aw mom, just because I like fucking babes doesn't make me a whore." "That's the label you'll wear if you dare touch Jessica. You haven't touched her have you?" "No mom. We just had coffee and chatted about old times." "I want you to keep away from her, do you hear?" "That won't be difficult. I leave for New York in the morning." Blake wonders what the hell was the world coming to? As a high school senior and at college, Jessica Clay would have given any professional whore a run for her money, er, would have been just as busy carnally. Now somehow Jessica appeared to have created herself into a Madonna. Unbelievable. Blake was almost asleep when his phone went. "Hi it's Jess." "Jesus hi. How did you get my number?" "It's the same number you had at college. I keep it with precious things in my treasure box." "Is that special box wet, slippery and surprisingly warm?" "What on earth are you talking about?" "Nothing." "Oh you are disgusting. I know what that is." "Well you spent half your life sitting on it." "Blake, please. Those crazy days of satisfying practically any guy who had a dick at the ready are behind me. I have become a model of respectability." "Yes Jess. Bye." "No wait. You sound sad Blake. I want you to know you and dad are the only two people I allow to call me Jess." "I only called you that just now because you used that name." "Well what does that tell you Blake? I cried thinking about our brief meeting today. Bye." She cut the call. Blake switched off his phone wondering what the hell was that about. He'd dicked her once and only the once and she wished to remember him. Jesus women were so hard to understand. What's more he'd fucked her like a chump. Next day as the airplane approached JFK across Jamaica Bay Blake suddenly knew what it was with Jess: he'd been her first virgin, and probably her only one. He sat stunned. What an amazing way to become 'special' to a woman. * * * The director of marketing of Great Butt Lingerie International was briefing Blake when she looked at him and said what? "You have great tits." Momentarily confused she managed, "Well I'm wearing one of our top-line products. Then her top lip curled and she stood and delivered. "Mr Boxhill, I don't believe you are suitable to head our research program." "Please yourself," Blake said, and standing without looking at her turned and had almost reached the door of her plush office when she said, "Why didn't you apologize and beg for a second chance?" "Partly because if you reject me then you reject me. The other reason is I'm a guy and we are programmed to eye great tits... isn't that why they are there? What should I apologize for responding to my carnal instinct?" "Your explanation is difficult to counter. Perhaps if you hadn't addressed my breasts as tits and been so rude..." "Are you a female control freak?" "Get out of my office you pig." Blake left the building realizing he was alone and jobless in Manhattan. Oh great. He did what anyone else in his predicament would do. He went for coffee. Money wasn't a problem for the young man. He had sufficient to last for at least a year without supplementing it. The problem was he'd taken a bit of knock to his ego. Usually women didn't berate him until after he'd fucked them, not before like the wide butt Miss Nina Gray of Great Butt Lingerie. But even as Julius Caesar would say... His phone went (No Julius didn't say that). It was his job search agency Nicola Young. "Great Butt Lingerie has just called saying your contract has been cancelled." "Yeah I fucked up. I told Miss Gray she had great tits." "I have two comments about that Blake. The first is that was an appalling thing to say to a woman without seconds of meeting her for the first time." "Conceded." "The second thing is you've never complimented me like that, even if my breasts are less than spectacular." "You're married and are my professional agent. It was therefore inappropriate to address you in that manner." "Oh. Um you do have the skill to behave appropriately, at least most of the time." "Thank you." "Well you can thank me for negotiating a breach of contract settlement. I argued Miss Gray had been unreasonable in her actions resulting from your friendly comments..." "My what?" "I was attempting to rile their company attorney and succeeded. He called me a stupid, insensitive bitch." "Oh well done. How much?" "We take our usual 15% cut for services rendered in terminating the contract. The offer accepted was $15,000." "God you are a jewel Mrs Young." "You are welcome Mr Boxhill. Since you are already in New York, hang on to your hotel room. Here are the details of another client I have managed to match you with." * * * Blonde Mrs Thelma Champion came to the door of the penthouse dressed only in a robe, well as far as Blake could ascertain. She had the flushed face and wide eyes of a woman who's recently, very recently, been fucked. "Come through Mr Boxhill," she said, eyeing him, and lead him to guy sitting in his office who looked rather exhausted. "Bad day at the office?" Ronald sniggered and smacked the hard butt of his much younger wife as she left. He sniggered again. "I go to the office for relief." Ronald didn't explain relief from what. What he did explain was monthly revenues from his two stores had dropped and he could see the time approaching when his business would be a loss-making venture. "I own both stores and could sell the properties for a killing but that's not what I wish to do." "What is it you wish to do Mr Champion?" "Call me Ronald. Young man I just want to buy stock, watch customers happily buying and come home to eat and do what the mood takes me." "Mrs Champion?" Ronald grinned. "You speak my language young man. Mrs Champion takes me often." Blake said, "The contract I have taken is chicken shit, only ten grand and the agency takes 15% of that. I can look at your business and find quick fixes that may or may not last or I can make a thorough study and come up with long-lasting solutions guaranteed." Ronald licked his lips a pulled out something from between his teeth, probably pubic hair. "How much?" "Thirty grand and you'll need to forward that extra amount to the agency. I won't cheat you and I won't cheat the agency." Ronald suggested an extra ten grand placed straight into Blake's back pocket. "No so your choice is the quick fix?" Ronald scratched his groin and thought about it. "Okay I'll pay the extra twenty to the agency and ask them to send you an amended copy of the contract as agreed to by the agency and me." "Fine." "Mrs Champion will be getting us late breakfast. You are invited to join us. You go out to her while I dress. After breakfast you and I will visit both stores and I'll instruct the managers to cooperate fully with you. How long should this take?" "Twenty-one working days." Ronald's face turned purple. "That's more than $1400 a day." "You surgeon would probably hand you a bill for two hundred grand for working on you for six hours Mr Champion. These figures are what we pay for professional help. Your attorney probably charges you 500 bucks an hour." Ronald scowled. "You better be good young man." Twenty days later Ronald took Blake to lunch. "I'll write my report tomorrow Ronald but basically my recommendation is to keep Mrs Champion in the kitchen or on the bed or wherever you two do it." "Now look here young man..." "Ronald, while you have been fucking your new wife she has been thinking how to revamp your business. The results of her firing all former salespeople and bringing in young kids who know next to nothing about expensive jewelry means she has fucked up your business. You clientele don't like the new under-lit counters and bright spotlights, at least 88% of your regular clientele I interviewed from your customer lists don't like those changes and 92.7% expressed dissatisfaction with your new salespeople, 29% of them actually saying your new staff know fuck all, or words to that effect." "Are you certain about this?" "Yes I hired two university students and along with my report you will receive 226 questionnaires they completed from their face-to-face surveys." "To the question, "What would you like to see changed, 91% responded, "For the store to be returned to how it was, or words to that effect." "To the question are you still a regular customer of Champion Jewelry, 58% replied no and to the question if the store you used to shop at returned to its original state would you return to the store, 97.6% responded to the affirmative." "Jesus." "These are sober findings Ronald." "Yes but I was more comfortable with the dingy interior of the stores with their highly-polished wood and glass-fronted cabinets. The entire premises had character and mothers would bring their daughters with them and now those daughters bring their daughters, or were until custom began to fall away drastically." "Well you now have reasons justifying turning the clock back." "Yes fortunately I couldn't bear to part with some of the better display cabinets and have them in my warehouse. I mean who the fuck wants strobe lighting in a family jewelry store? The modern young chicks my wife wanted to attract buy cheap or over-priced expensive junk at the malls and arcades. God I've been so stupid." "Another recommendation Ronald will be to run a 'Turning Back the Clock Jewelry Sale' with the first two hours on the first day of the sale open only to bearers of invitations and they'll be your customers and former customers who'll each receive two invitation. Guess who'll be happy about that Ronald?" "Yeah I know but still thirty grand for this information was very, very expensive." "But a legitimate business expense Ronald and that will help offset your tax bill." "Yeah but you know I would have thought about that before I hired you." "Good boy Ronald. Now just a tip: Ban your wife from your stores unless she'd buying." Ronald grinned. "It's been a real pleasure working with you young man. And that includes those tips you gave me about keeping a younger woman sexually satisfied. It never occurred to me to place the woman on top and tell her to go to it. If I hadn't over-paid you I would have given you a big bonus." Blake departed knowing he'd performed well for Ronald. A year's boosted profit would probably wipe out Ronald's costs of having his business downturn investigated and analyzed and paying for retro conversion of the two premises. The only concern Blake had was he'd gone for the best part of a month without sex. That simply would not do. He was not attracted by the overtures of Ronald's wife, principally because she appeared predatory. Predatory? Blake wheezed to himself. He thought did such thinking suggest he was gaining maturity? CHAPTER 2 During the 15-day gap when hanging out in Chicago with two lots of college friends while awaiting his next contract offer from the agency, Blake's mom sent him a newspaper clipping of their home town's 'Wedding of the Year' with supermarket heir Will Moss marrying beautiful child psychologist Jessica Clay. Oh Jess, Blake groaned, thinking he really would have appreciated an invitation to the wedding. He wouldn't have accepted, he decided, but didn't understand why. Oh yeah he did, as his emotions surged; he knew he would have sat there thinking about leaping up and hammering fucking Will Moss to pulp. How dare Will marry above himself. Moments later Blake steadied himself. He had no claim; he'd done nothing to prove his worth to Jess. He should butt out. * * * Wealthy Texan Norma Whitehead, widow of oilman Clifford Whitehead Jnr, looked at Blake and said, "You are much younger than I expected." "I'm twenty-six and nothing I can do can change that ma'am." "Do try to simplify your replies," she drawled. "Did your agency brief you what this is about?" "No." "Don't you mean no ma'am?" "You ask for direct answers." A grin reformed her wrinkled face. "You are too clever for words so I accept that reply. One of my trusted aides is milking me dry; there are unexplained amounts of money and company assets missing." "There's a good chance more than one of your executive may be fiddling." "Well yes. Is that good or bad?" "Bad. Two or more executives could hide their tracks better." "The agency that uses you for clients with difficult problems says you are one of the great businesses analysts around because you rely heavily on instinct." "Yes." "Oh whoopee. Aren't we having a robust, intellectual conversation?" Blake withheld his reply. "Well." "Just brief me ma'am and issue instructions." "God most of the men I know you can't stop them talking." "You asked me not to befuddle you ma'am or words to that effect." "Oh trust me to over-react." Forty minutes later Blake left and went to the offices of Faber and Wilks, Accountants and Auditors, where Mrs Whitehead had arranged for him to be engaged as a temporary auditor to investigate her complex business interests to try to uncover misappropriation that the team from Faber and Wilks had failed to uncover. Geoffrey Webster, managing partner, gave Blake his credentials and said his security card would be issued within twenty-four hours after a security clearance was confirmed. Blake would spend two days with senior audit personnel being briefed on the way they handled audits and to learn about the executives he'd be dealing with. On the second night in Dallas Blake was approached by a big bust blonde. He told her to buzz off, not wishing to be picked up by women in bars because he had no idea where they'd been. He accepted he had not idea where any woman had been but it was logical to reason that women who picked up men in bars had been involved in many situations, far more than your overage housewife, girl next-door or female from an office. "I'm to be the go-between for you and my mother. I'm Loretta Reeves. Please follow me to a booth." Nice ass for someone approaching fifty, Blake speculated. She could be a good fuck despite her age. "Will we date?" Blake asked, looking at her rather deep cleavage. "Mr Blake, I'm married and are at least sixteen years your senior." "I reckon you can still do it and do it good. When your mother said no phone messages and I did suggest it would be best if someone she trusted and I made our exchanged in crowded restaurants where electronic surveillance equipment would have great difficulty picking up conversations. Bars and cinemas are not to be trusted. You mother seems paranoid about security." "Well she's paying $70,000 for you to try to crack this thing, plus a seventy grand bonus if you succeed." "So we date?" "I suppose so." "Write down the names of ten restaurants. Book us in them in order each Tuesday and Friday night at 8:00 and we'll visit them in the order you are writing them down." Loretta wrote down the names of twelve restaurants she often visited. "My mother is being paranoid about security, isn't she?" "She wants this siphoning stopped. I can understand her anguish. You'll need to duplicate that list so you have a copy for your self." "Oh yes of course." During general conversation over a couple of drinks Blake learned she was married to a retired neurosurgeon. As they were leaving she said, "I've changed my mind about you. You exhibit suppressed sexuality on a scale I've not come across before." "Lucky you," Blake said, kissing her lightly on the lips and walking off. Nearing the fourth time they'd met at a restaurant, Loretta palmed Blake the key-card to a room in a hotel she named. "I think we should have sex." He smiled and said he thought so too. His balls were breaking for it. "It will be anal, only my husband has the front door." Then forget it. She looked furious but quickly calmed. "Very well." "Good," he smiled and told her he'd been in the room in thirty-minutes and asked where was the action. "Give me five minutes," she scowled. Loretta was already on the bed on her back, panties off and her dress pulled up over her hips. "Not good enough; I want you nude and to see your tits swinging." "I'm forty-eight and carrying extra weight." "That's no problem. I'll find it providing it's located in the usual place." "God you are crude." Blake said, "Give me five grand and we'll do it your way, up the butt." She was carrying heaps of money and peeled off $5000. "This is making me feel like a whore." "If you've never been a whore you won't know what the feeling is." "God my mother is right. You are a difficult person." On the next Tuesday night when Blake entered the room of a different hotel Loretta was waiting fully dressed. "Last Friday night was okay but I thought you way perhaps might jazz me up more." "Okay, that will be five grand." Loretta poised to rant but then thought better of it. She peeled off the money without comment. Blake removed his jacket and tie and kicked off his shoes. He then moved in smoothly, pressing half against her side, cupped her vulva and squeezed and kissed her. "Omigod," Loretta said when breaking away for a breath. "No guy has cupped me like that first up since college days." "I figured you'd want a great time for five grand when you aren't calling the shots." "I certainly do," she said. Blake calmly ripped open the front of her dress. "You bastard. This dress was new and the dressmaker charged me one and a half grand." "Are you complaining?" Blake said, unzipping and pulling out his piece. "N-n-no," Loretta said, face reddening even more. Blake removed her slip and bra and sucked her tits until she was groaning and simulating sex thrusting against his leg. He pulled down her panties and sniffed loudly over her groin. "Oh god, you are foul... and exciting," she moaned. Blake led her to the sturdy coffee table and leant her over it on to her back. "Stick a finger up your butt." "Blake that's disgusting." "Either you stick your finger up or I'll do it for you and that could hurt you." Blake watched and she groaned, not having wet the finger. He saw tears of lube appearing through her pussy lips and grinned. He rolled on a condom. "I'm fucking front-end first. In the meantime you get another finger in your butt and widen it." Wet Slippery Surprisingly Warm "Oh this is so disgusting." Blake worked into her as quickly as his could and then really pounded her until they were both sweating and moaning. He pulled out, changed to a fresh condom, and went into the hole she'd made for him. "Stop, you are too big to go in there." "Nonsense." "I've decided I don't won't anal." "You don't know what you want." "Bit my tits and I won't feel the pain in my anus." "Later perhaps. Your anus is already adjusting. Jesus how many guys have you had up here?" "A few." Blake laughed and she laughed with him. He banged her until she genuinely looked as if she'd had enough. He pulled out, tossed the condom aside and jerked until he sent ribbons of come over her breasts and face and into her hair. "Jesus, no wonder some of my female friends pay young guys to fuck them. It's like having a come bath." "Good, we'll follow this procedure in future," Blake said, wiping her dry. "There is no need to pay me any more money." "No it's your going rate. I'll pay because it makes me feel like a whore. I have no idea how they think but it sure beats talking to women my age over coffee." Blake gave her his jeans and a shirt to wear home. Two months later Blake had worked out what was happening within Mrs Whitehead's group of companies. He reported to her, she conferred with the principals at Faber and Wilks who lodged an official complaint to the police and handed over the evidence gathered. A crime squad swooped, seized records and arrested four executives on suspicion of misappropriation and corruption. Blake moved on to other cities on new contracts but had to return to Dallas for the week-long trial of the executives, three of them receiving jail sentences. Jessica Clay, or Jessica Moss as she was now, called Blake three times in the first two years of her marriage and they spoke as friends. She said she was happy but Blake's mother said she'd seen her in the mall and thought she looked troubled. At the next opportunity between contracts Blake went home but didn't see Jessica because she was on vacation with her husband. But he did see her when he returned home for his twenty-eighth birthday and his parents' thirtieth wedding anniversary two days later. He had coffee with Jess and one of her girlfriends who Blake remembered, and when he called in for lunch at a café the next day and there was Jess with her mother who waved to Blake to join them. "I'm surprised you remembered me Mrs Clay?" "Well you always impressed me as a youngster... you seemed to have a kind of X-factor and unlike most of the guys your age you always were neat and tidy. You have grown into a very attractive man. Jessica said you work around the country doing special business investigations privately. She keeps up to date, always asking your mother where you are and how are you doing." Blake looked surprised so to cover that he said, "Jess has grown into a lovely woman." "Yes indeed. Jessica do you allow Blake to call you Jess. You usually go mad if anyone shortens your name, apart from your father that is." Jessica looked started so Blake cut in smoothly. "I'm sorry for calling you Jess." "No don't you dare apologize. Mom well before my marriage I invited Blake to call me Jess. Don't ask me why... out of respect I guess. He pulled me out of a couple of nasty holes at college. Blake please always call me Jess." Blake realized Jess's mom was eyeing them both deeply and said, "May I order you ladies a glass of wine?" That broke Mrs Clay's focus and conversations went smoothly after that. At the airport two days later, waiting to be called for his flight with one change to Boston, Blake was standing with his parents when Jess charged up, smiling hugely. She ran straight at him so Blake put up his arms and she kissed him soundly. Blake's mom showed intense interest. "So this is why you asked me yesterday in the library what time was Blake leaving?" "Yes, I didn't intend to be this late but my car was low on petrol and there was a line of people waiting to pay." "Come on David," Mrs Boxhill said to her husband. "Let's give this young couple space to catch up." The left and Jess said, "God your mom is sensitive. She worked out I wanted you to myself and yet I made no attempt to show that." "I'm glad you're here but why are you here?" "God you are rude. Can't a friend see a friend off?" "Well if I call you a liar I suppose I'd not be your friend." Jess turned crimson but continued to eye Blake steadily. "Well you asked for the truth and here it is. I feel my marriage is crumbling and I'm lining you up in the expectation you'll allow me to live for you for a while when that happens, um to allow me to get back on to my feet." "Is Will playing around?" "I don't think so. He's become so totally focused on the supermarket business and working very long hours he's lost interest in me." "Such behavior could pass." "That's what mom said. I'm one unhappy woman who tries to put on a happy face. Hold me Blake." He held her. Her body trembled but she didn't cry. Blake stroked her long soft blonde hair. They chatted and fifteen minutes later came the boarding call for his flight. "Jess, do your best to save your marriage. You went into it for the long haul." She nodded. "But if you marriage fails just come to me." She whimpered but didn't cry. They hugged and kissed until they heard the final boarding call. Then as Blake walked away he heard her crying but didn't turn until he was about to enter the secure area. He waved and she waved, a white handkerchief in that hand. Blake walked on wondering if he'd ever see her again. He then felt sure she'd come to him even it her marriage remained reasonably stable. Yes she'd decided she wanted him but the opportunity to act on that had been denied her until the last few days. He decided not to communicate and if she called he'd not take the call or reply to any messages. He had no desire to influence her unduly about breaking up with Will. On that first leg of that flight, and actually for the first time ever, Blake thought deeply about the woman who'd introduced him to the wet, slippery and surprisingly warm part of womanhood that had interested him so intently thereafter. He soon found, however, he knew very little about Jessica Clay-Moss and that astonished him, having assumed her knew her so well, having known her er carnally and known her since their teens. When he was waiting he called home. "Hi mom. Everything is okay. I'm waiting for my connection to Boston. Um tell me, where does Jessica work?" "She's practice manager at Eliot, Kennedy, Jacobs and Warner and holds qualifications as a paralegal she gained after leaving college. You must have known that?" "No." "But you two... omigod, you two are having an affair." "Mom no. I haven't touched her. We simply remained friends and only friends after leaving college and that's the truth." "Well please explain her behavior at the airport. That behavior for a married woman really shocked me. Well?" "It surprised me as well although she did say after you and dad left she's having trouble at home with her husband working such long hours and totally focused on the supermarket." "Ah that will be because of Charlie Moss. Will's father was a nose to the grindstone with his studies at school, played no sport and at high school preferred working at his father's grocery rather than hanging out with the gang." Blake, unsure whether his mom had believed his denial about be sexually involved with Jess, said, "Mom I didn't even know where Jessica works these days until you told me just now. What does that tell you?" "Well if she's such a good friend you should take a greater interest in her. You are just like your father, you'll talk about yourself but are not interesting in hearing other people talk about themselves." "Oh yeah is dad doing well keeping your flower gardens tidy?" Blake said, changing the subject. When the call ended, with Blake being told at length about his useless father cutting tubers with the reckless use of a spade. Blake pulled out his computer laptop equipped with wireless and went to the website of Eliot, Kennedy, Jacobs and Warner, Attorneys at Law, and found what he waited, a page about the practice manager, Mrs Jessica Moss. The head-to-belly button of Jessica, taken front-on, indicated a couple of mouth-watering boobs. Blake's mouth watered and he licked his lips. He also noticed how beautifully her face was structured and how intensely blue her eyes were. "Jess," he whispered. Blake shook his head to refocus, thinking Jesus, what was happening to him. He began reading about Jess Moss and learning about her. He ended that read most impressed. On the leg to Boston Blake thought about himself intently. Yes he really was becoming tired of always being on the move, living in hotels but rarely returning to the same hotel twice. It was a life that left him scant on friends. Even the women he fucked accepted he was a business nomad and were unlikely to ever see him again, although that probably suited most of them. His old friend Frank Lund had advised him that Jane Goldsmith was now head of business administration in the School of Business at their old college, and was fucking her way through the professors instead of mothering horny undergraduates. Blake made scores of temporary friends of course while working for the scores of companies he'd been called into help solve problems within administration that required specialist investigation at forensic level. Usually when he left those friendships withered. There were two notable exceptions though. Either Adam or Jenna Cole called him every couple of months, just to stay in touch. They'd once taken him on vacation with them to luxury resorts in Mexico where Jenna had given him more than friendship in high-risk encounters but as far as Blake could tell Adam remained oblivious and enjoyed having Blake with him as a golfing buddy or accompanying him fishing. Blake's work for them had been totally successful and their Black Ash City Public Transport Company was again the sole provider of public transport in the city after its competitor's business had crashed following a huge fall-off in patronage. Investors had lost heavily and the mayor had crashed heavily at the polls when running for his third term as mayor. The other one was a real surprise. Two years after he'd lead to the downfall of the guys who were siphoning wealth out of her business, Texan Norma Whitehead called to invite him to meet her in New York. "Sure but is there a reason?" "To celebrate with you young man. My businesses are going exceptionally well since you plugged those leaks for me and of course the price of oil has really lifted. My late husband will be ever so pleased with you and would have said hiring you was the best business decision I'd made in many a day." "Well that is worth celebrating Mrs Whitehead. Let's do it." They arranged the dates, a Friday long weekend. "Would you like me to bring Loretta?" "Um it would be lovely seeing her again but just your company would be okay Mrs Whitehead." "That sounds a big yes to me," she drawled, playfully turning on her accent. "Yes it's a big yes," he laughed. "Good I'll place you together in a suite. Loretta turns forty-nine next week and is terrified at turning fifty. She needs guys like you." When they met in Manhattan, Blake found Loretta was slimmer and went to the gym three times a week and her appreciative husband had hired a beauty and clothing consultant for her. As the saying go, she and Blake fucked like rabbits that weekend. These days Loretta occasionally arranges to go to where Blake is located for more fitness workouts. On the Friday during the memorable long weekend, Blake and Mrs Whitehead went to the offices of her New York attorney where she signed over a managed apartment in Orlando, Florida, and another a couple of hours out of Denver. Blake was flabbergasted. "But this is being overly generous," he protested. "Their combined value represents approximately the annual loss I suffered in two years from those fiends who were draining my profitability," she said. Her female attorney said, "Mrs Whitehead hasn't used either of those properties in years. It was my suggestion she quit them." "Yes and I had been thinking how to truly show my appreciation," Mrs Whitehead smiled. "I own another twelve vacation properties world-wide so really won't miss these two." Blake's parents didn't enjoy flying in airplanes so he took them to the closest property at Colorado when he arranged to occupy it for five nights. His parents had expected a vacation cabin but Blake knew that wasn't Mrs Whitehead's style and he also knew how much the apartment was worth. The drive to Beaver Creek in Avon from Denver Airport took them just under two hours. It was a two-bedroom penthouse and fitted out and furnished luxuriously. "Omigod, haven't your landed on your feet," his mother cooed, hugging Blake. "The costs of upkeep?" worried his father. "Rentals less charges almost make it self-sufficient," Blake explained. "This building is run like a hotel." Blake booked his parents in for two weeks and they choose late spring and were delighted when he suggested they should take another couple with them. He decided not to inspect the Orlando property for the time being, having a belief something was about to happen soon. CHAPTER 3 The weeks went by and Blake had earlier failed in two failed investigations in a row and that shook him. He was used to successes because he worked relentlessly to uncover the problems and had stupidly been coming to think of himself as being infallible and incorruptible and put that down to spending two much time by himself and not having anyone talking about his vulnerabilities. Blake was suspicious one of those failures was due to one of the business partners removing all tracks of his/her deceit but he couldn't determine whether to tell the husband or wife of his suspicion because he didn't know who was the cheat. In both failures the clients were remitted half of their fee and he ended up with half of what had been due to him less the agency's full 15% commission on the fee for attracting and allocating him assignments. Once again Blake thought he was tired of being a business nomad, associating with practically faceless people and not having his own bed to sleep in at night. This time those negative thoughts became very acute and began to worry him. He'd just concluded a successful investigation in Wichita and out of curiosity looked around for businesses for sale. He searched the web and thought a heating and plumbing business for sale was large enough to be run by a new owner without a plumbing background but thought it would be silly for him be in that line of business. So what was his line of business although the sideline he was specializing in was rather unique? Blake looked at the websites of accounting firms and noted Robert J Chain & Co seemed rather light on partners in relation to the number of accountants it listed. He arranged to meet the managing partner Doug Owens over coffee next afternoon, saying he was interested in joining the firm and yes he was registered as an accountant in Iowa. Doug Chain welcomed Blake with some reservation. He looked okay though and explained as they walked into the office, "We don't usually interview prospects who drop in out of the blue but you were pretty convincing. He then introduced Blake to an unattractive older woman as Mrs Julia Mohr, his sister. "Julia and I co-own the building and we have four business partners. When considering taking on a senior Julia, who has HR responsibilities, and I do the interview together." "So you own the building?" Doug nodded and waited. "It looks overdue for upgrading." "Thank you Mr Boxhill," Julia said rather coldly. "Oh I wasn't being critical, merely observant. You appear to have plenty of competition in this city so new-look rejuvenation could be a killer move against the competition." "Well said Blake," Doug smiled. "We are building up a renovations fund rather than renovate on borrowed money. We increased our rentals a year ago and I don't think our partners and our other tenants are ready for another increase quite so soon." "You know Julia and Doug, I kind of figured all that out myself because I've specialized as a business analyst and these things come naturally to me. Also I've been living out of hotel rooms for far too long and feel it's time to throw out an anchor." "Why us and why Wichita?" Julia asked defensively. "Good questions," Doug smiled, attempting to get back onside without being too obvious. "I've been in Wichita refining the business plan for Compass Engineering concerned about a drop off in profitability as a result of rising steel prices and failure to continue to attract its usual number of major orders." "Compass is a major client of one of our competitors." "Well their accountants who are also their business advisers should have served them better and that's all I should say. They paid $37,000 for my thorough appraisal and recommended amendments to their business plan." Brother and sister gaped. "The agency Compassed approached to hire an independent consultant provides a lot of my work. It operates nationally and charges big city rates for its fees based on my estimates and takes 15% of those fees. I noticed the top executives in the agency all drive Mercedes vehicles." "More coffee Blake. Please call me Julia." "In answer to your 'why here' question Julia is I have business connections in New York and own vacation apartments in Orlando and out of Denver and my parents live in Boise, Idaho and are planning to relocate in Phoenix. Therefore Wichita would be pretty well located for me. You'll realize it's a non-stop short air hop from here to Phoenix." "Yes I can appreciate that and I also think kindly of a man who is thoughtful about his parents," Julia said, frowning at Doug. Obviously Doug didn't pay too much attention to their parents, Blake thought. "I take it your parents own a share in this building?" "Yeah," said Doug. "That's part of their retirement income stream. So you wish to join our team?" "Yes as a partner actually, uh on your terms. I have money and you have a building waiting to lap up money." Julia and Doug exchanged glances. "We'd have to submit your proposal to a meeting of all partners." "I expected that Doug. Let's talk a bit more and give me a laptop to use in a quiet room and I'll write a proposal. I would also like the opportunity to arrive in the room after the partners have read and discussed my proposals. They need to sight me and ask questions. I assume I would be the youngest partner by a long shot?" "And that will be your main problem Blake but only cover that lightly in your proposal, I suggest." "Julia I turn twenty-nine in two weeks. Can you give me examples of businesses in this city where the owner or chief executive is between twenty-eight and thirty-two?" "Yes sure. There won't be many but I know a few." Half an hour later Blake went to a major law firm and asked to see an attorney who specialized in business law. Only a Mrs Carter-Webb was available and he said she would do. Catherine Carter-Webb looked about thirty. After the introductions Blake said, "Is the first fifteen minutes of this consultancy free?" "For a new client yes." "What about a possible new client?" She frowned at the overly sexy smile and said yes. "First of all how many partners in this law firm are thirty-five or under?" She answered two were sons of senior partners, the other three were there by merit.