-------------------------------------- Pheromonicon 5/? {RivYavtry} (MF anal) -------------------------------------- Monday afternoon I went to see Dr Hadaway. The rather over-blown blonde was on-guard again - she was wearing a very short skirt today showing a vast expanse of thigh with a flash of red thong. She checked with Dr Hadaway then waved me in. "Come in, Brian, and have a seat." I shut the door behind me. "Thanks. What happened to your old secretary?" "Veronica's on maternity leave", he replied. That surprised me because I hadn't even noticed she was pregnant. He continued: "Angela's taking over until Veronica comes back, if she decides to." He then lowered his voice: "She's a hottie, isn't she?" he asked conspiratorially. I knew Dr Hadaway wasn't married, but I didn't know anything about his personal life or whether he was seeing anyone. "Quite nice, but not really my type," I tried to be tactful. "Oh yes, I've seen you with that lab technician. I hope it works out." I thought it was about time to steer the conversation round to business. "I've written up the Atlanta Symposium. Here's my report, and my expense claim for authorization." "Thanks. I'll read the report later. Do you think there's anything to get the company interested?" "There were a couple of papers covering developments that I think the company ought to monitor, but nothing for it to invest in yet. You might have to wait another thirty years at this rate." He smiled at my attempt at humor. While I was speaking he had been casting his eyes over my expense form. "There isn't a hotel bill here," he queried. "All the hotel rooms were taken so I stayed with relatives." "I see, so you've claimed the flat rate. I think that's last year's rate - hold on and I'll check with Angela." Dr Hadaway got up and left the room. Acting on a sudden impulse, I calculated Angela's position on the pheromone wheel, and choosing the opposite formulation, I dabbed some on Dr Hadaway's desk. Dr Hadaway returned. "Yes, you're due an extra $2.50 per night." He amended my expense claim, authorized it and gave it back to me. "Leave it with Angela on your way out." "Thanks." I paused for a moment then continued: "There's something else you might be able to help me with. A friend has got a delicate legal problem and needs to see a lawyer about it. Can you recommend anyone?" "Why don't you talk to Vince Kramer. Mention my name. He may not be able to help directly but he knows a lot of people through his line of work." I'd heard of Vince Kramer but never met him. He was Director of Legal Services and everyone had heard of him because once a month he sent us an e-mail threatening dire consequences if we talked to the media without the company's permission and without being coached first. "Thank you. That's very helpful." I got up to leave and we shook hands. Just as I turned to go out the door, Dr Hadaway said: "By the way, Irving's back. The universe is a safer place." I smiled and left. On the way back to my office, I realised I had probably wasted some of my pheromone preparations. Someone who looked and dressed like Angela was probably sexually active and would almost certainly be on the pill. Back at my office I closed the door and phoned Vince Kramer. A woman, no doubt his secretary, answered the phone. "Hello, Vince Kramer's office". "Hello, can I speak to Vince Kramer please?" "Just a moment. Who's calling?" "Brian Hardy. I work in research." "Just a moment." The phone went mute for a few seconds, then a man's voice: "Hello Brian, what can I do for you?" "Dr Hadaway suggested I talk to you. I've got a friend with a delicate legal problem and I was hoping you could recommend a discreet lawyer." Vince gave a little laugh. "Normally I'd invite you to come over and discuss the matter with me. When people say things like 'a friend' and 'delicate', it usually means that they're in trouble themselves but want the discussion to be, shall we say, abstract. If I thought there was anything going on that might affect the company, I'd be duty-bound to take action. However since Arnold referred you to me, I'd probably rather not know. There's a very good guy on the other side of the city, Torsten Feldberg. I think they invented the word 'discreet' just to describe him." Vince gave me Torsten Feldberg's address and phone number. I dialled it as soon as the call to Vince ended. "Hello, Torsten Feldberg and Partners," answered the receptionist. "Hello. I have a delicate legal problem and I'd like some confidential advice." "That's our speciality. When would be convenient?" We settled on late Tuesday afternoon. "As you're a new client, we will charge a discounted rate of $100 an hour for the first two hours but for an initial discussion an hour is usually long enough. Is that acceptable?" I agreed. "What name please?" I hesitated. "It's just for the appointments book. It doesn't have to be your real name, of course. Would Mr Smith be ok? We haven't had one of those this week yet. And pay in cash if you want to remain untraceable." I felt both relieved and slightly sordid as I agreed to the alias. "By the way, I have a recording that I'd like Mr Feldberg to hear. If I burn it onto CD, will he be able to play it?" "Now you're forewarned us, I'm sure that can be arranged." I said thanks and goodbye then rang off. Curiosity got the better of me and I went back to Dr Hadaway's office. The blinds were closed and the door was shut and judging from the grunts and moans coming from within, I deduced my pheromone preparation had worked. Then I heard Angela shout: "Oh yes, fuck me harder, yes, yes, yes," as if by way of confirmation. I realised I had screwed up again - if Angela had been influenced by the pheromones then she wasn't on the pill and, likely as not, they were having unprotected sex. It was too late to remedy the situation so I went back to my office, my euphoria having been well-and-truly dampened. That evening I produced an edited version of the recording of the conversation with the Quinn sisters, omitting the introductions where we exchanged names, and burned it onto CD. Tuesday afternoon I left work early and took a cab to Feldberg's office. I was a bit worried when I saw it because it was small and in a run-down neighbourhood and there was no evidence of any 'partners'. The receptionist was the woman who answered the phone. I could understand why she had the job - everything about her shouted 'safe'. Without being unattractive, she was the antithesis of Angela, Dr Hadaway's replacement secretary. "Good afternoon, I have an appointment to see Mr Feldberg. The name's Smith." "You're a couple of minutes early but Mr Feldberg is expecting you. Please go in." Torsten Feldberg lived up to his Nordic name, being tall, slim and blond. His office was a lot more impressive than the building, functional without being ostentatious, the walls lined with bookshelves housing rows of impressively weighty legal reference books. "Good afternoon Mr Smith, how can I help?" "I think this will explain everything." I handed over the CD. "Is this is a recording of a conversation?" he asked. "Yes." "I had better warn you that recording a conversation without a court order is illegal unless all parties give their consent. I will assume you obtained the consent." He put the CD into a waiting CD player and pressed <>. He listened intently as the story of the sisters' attempt to blackmail me unfolded. When the CD finished he pressed <>. I spoke first. "So the older sister couldn't have seen me in the park or she would have known I didn't rape her sister." "How old are the girls?" "Approximately 15 and 11." "Hmmm. This is extremely complicated. I need to consider the possibilities. But it strikes me immediately that both sisters are minors and therefore unable to give informed consent to the recording, so the recording would be inadmissible in a court of law." I hadn't known that. My heart sank. Mr Feldberg thought for a while, jotted down some notes, said "Hmmmm" quite a few times, and occasionally retrieved and browsed through a massive tome from the impressive collection on the bookshelves in the office. I began to get even more depressed when I remembered that even with the discount, I was paying $100 an hour while nothing much seemed to be happening. Eventually I let my impatience show by fidgeting nervously. At last Mr Feldberg seemed to come to a conclusion. "Mr Smith. Clients come to me by referral because of my reputation for discretion. However I am still a lawyer and bound by a code of conduct. As such I am not permitted to suggest you do anything illegal. I'm going to assume that you did nothing to influence the actions of the girl in the park, or if you did, it can never be proven. Is that fair?" "Yes." "One option is to call their bluff and do nothing. That's what I'd usually advise in a case like this. But the younger girl appears to have a crush on you and that's very powerful motivation, and I think there's a very real danger they'll carry out their threat. If the girls go to the police before you do, your defence attorney will always be playing catch-up and it is likely it will end badly for you. So I recommend you go to the police first. A sympathetic District Attorney might let you off on the recording completely or only press for a small fine, because of the extenuating circumstances. Of course, it could still explode if the children's parents go to the newspapers but you may be able to weather the storm without too much damage." Torsten Feldberg then stood up, looked at his watch, and jotted down the time. "Now you are off the clock, I'm no longer a lawyer and we can discuss other options. In your judgement, can you trust the children to be discreet?" I thought for a moment. "I think so. The older girl is sexually active but appears to be bright and have her head screwed on. I can't see that would be the case if she blabbed all the time." "Intercourse with a child the age of the younger girl is statutory rape. However there is a case, Supreme Court versus Malinka, where the courts took the view that a person capable of blackmail, in this case physically over the age of consent but mentally below it, is capable of giving consent for intercourse. That would provide a reasonable defence as a last resort. If you are a betting man and if you think you would be physically and emotionally able to consummate the act of intercourse with the child to her satisfaction, all things considered I think that might be your best option." That surprised me - it was the last thing I would have expected a lawyer to suggest. I stood up and extended my hand. "Thank you, you've been a great help." We shook hands and I turned to leave. "One moment Mr Smith. If you accede to the girls' demands and the event is video'ed, make sure you ask the younger child whether she's sure she wants intercourse - it will help to prove there was no coercion on your part. And please take your CD with you. The header information could be used to identify you." I took the CD and left the office. The secretary was speaking on the phone to Mr Feldberg. "Right Mr Feldberg, I've got that." She put the phone down and looked up at me. "The interview took 1 hour and 15 minutes. That's $125. How would you like to pay for it?" "Is cash acceptable?" I had $300 with me in case. "That's fine." I handed over the $125 and the secretary handed me a carbon copy of the receipt, showing payment by Mr Smith, and noting the date and time of the interview so that I could be differentiated from all the other Mr Smiths. Tuesday morning one of the Marketing Reps, Rick Bryce, came to my office. "Hi Brian. I'm giving a potential customer, a nationwide retailer, the guided tour on Thursday. Is it ok to bring them round your lab in the afternoon?" The question was a matter of politeness because customers were the lifeblood of the company and it was unthinkable to say no. However it meant a frantic exercise beforehand to make sure everything was tidy and no confidential material was on display. "No problem, thanks for the warning. By the way, have you got any samples suitable for kids? I'd like to give a little present to a couple of my nieces." "Funny you should ask. I've just taken delivery of 500 sets specifically designed for young girls. It's for a Christmas promotion and I'm handing them out when I visit customers. There's some really garish lipstick, some blusher, eyeshadow and mascara in a plastic carry-case. A couple of sets won't be missed. I'll bring them Thursday." "Thanks a lot." Wednesday I joined Anne at lunch. First we discussed Rick's tour the following day - as usual Anne had everything under control. Then Anne turned to more important issues. "Have you decided whether you want us to carry on seeing each other?" "That was never in doubt." "In that case, yes." "Sorry?" Anne lowered her voice almost to a whisper: "I'd like to try anal sex." My cock almost knocked the table over! I adjusted my pants, hoping nobody would notice. I thought for a few seconds. "I'd love it to be a romantic spur-of-the-moment thing, but realistically it has to be planned carefully. When would you like to try?" "I'd like to do it soon, before I have too long to change my mind. How about Friday night? We could go for dinner somewhere first." "That's good for me. Your place or mine?" "I'd feel more comfortable doing it at my place," she replied. "And now the icky stuff. I know there are some people out there who get turned on by scat, but I'm not one of them. So break out the air- freshener and turn up the air-conditioning. Do you want to have an enema first? If not, I'll wear a condom." "I've never had an enema. What does it involve?" "Basically you take a bottle of warm water and let it flow into your bowels through a tube. Then you let it all out down the toilet. Some people enjoy them but they take a fair amount of time and preparation." "That sounds an awful lot of trouble to go to when I'm not sure I'll go all the way through with it. Would you mind if I skipped it the first time?" "Not a problem. I don't mind wearing a rubber." We finished our meals in companionable silence. Over coffee, Anne spoke in a near-whisper again: "The man who raped me still lives in this city. I've seen him a couple of times recently but I don't think he recognises me." I wasn't surprised at the latter. For most people, Anne was very easy to overlook. The makings of a plan jumped into my mind. "What is his name? It would be really horrible if I knew him." "Carl Voxon, spelt with an 'x'." After lunch I looked in the telephone directory but Carl Voxon wasn't listed. I dialled Torsten Feldberg's number. "Good afternoon, Torsten Feldberg and Partners," answered the receptionist. "Good afternoon, this is Mr Smith from yesterday afternoon." "Good afternoon, Mr Smith. I'm afraid Mr Feldberg's in a meeting at the moment. Can I get him to call you?" "Actually I think you'll be able to help me if anyone can. An old school friend lives in the city and I'd like to get in touch but I don't know his number. Do you know of a detective agency that I could use to track him down?" "Mr Feldberg uses Lou Carlotti." The receptionist gave me Lou Carlotti's number. I dialled Lou Carlotti. A woman's voice answered: "Carlotti Enquiries. Can I help you?" "I want to trace someone who lives in the city, and get some background info as well. Is that the sort of thing you do?" "I'm Lou Carlotti. And yes, I do that sort of thing. What sort of information do you need - social security numbers, bank account numbers, balances, credit-rating?" "No, I'm looking for more personal stuff. Partners, pets, car, employment, that sort of thing." "That sort of stuff requires personal investigation. I'd guess about a day of my time at $500 a day, half up-front. Is that acceptable?" "Yes, that's fine. When can you do it?" "I can start this afternoon and I should have some results for you in about a week." "That's excellent!" I gave her Carl's name and she took my credit card number to siphon off the initial $250 dollars then set off to work. Thursday afternoon the guided tour hit the laboratory. Rick introduced me to some elderly men in high-powered suits whose names I would never remember, and lauded my lipstick breakthrough until my toes curled. Afterwards he handed me the two child's make-up sets, saying: "That went extremely well. They were really impressed when I showed them the new advertising campaign. I think they're in the bag." The big day arrived. After work Anne and I went for a meal together. We were both a bit nervous and didn't want much to eat so we stuck to salad. Afterwards we caught a cab back to Anne's apartment. She made coffee first, and put on some romantic music. I made the first move. "Are you sure you really want this?" I asked. "I'm not sure of anything, but I want to try." She gave me a quick peck on the lips then disappeared into the toilet. A short time later I heard it flush. When she came back into the lounge she gave a nervous smile. "I'm ready now. What do we do?" I got up, took Anne by the hand and led her into the bedroom. I kissed her on the lips and she responded, parting her lips so our tongues could meet. I unbuttoned her blouse and she pulled in out of her skirt and dropped it on the floor. Next I undid her bra and she allowed it to drop to the floor. Garment by garment I undressed her while sharing kisses until she was naked in front of me. My overwhelming impression was of softness. Anne was not overweight, but every part of her seemed to be wonderfully smooth and soft and malleable, right up to her superb C-cup breasts. We reversed the process, exchanging kisses, while I undressed, finally releasing my straining cock. "I think one of us is ready," said Anne, "What happens now?" "You're too nervous. You need to relax. I think I can help with that." I gently pushed Anne back on the bed. We shared another passionate kiss. Anne tried to take my cock in her hand but I pushed it away. "Not now. Just lie back and relax." I then explored her body from head to toe, seeking out her erogenous zones. No reaction from the ears or ear-lobes but a gentle kiss to the side of her neck, where the carotid artery nears the surface, elicited quiet moans of pleasure. Nothing from the feet, but just inside the ankles. Not the navel but an area on her soft rounded belly about 2 inches below it, just above her bush. Her breasts were very sensitive and the moans got very loud as I rolled one erect nipple between finger and thumb while sucking the other one into my mouth. The moans got noticeably louder as I kneaded her breasts strongly, leaving pink streaks where my fingers had gripped them. Then I switched my attention to Anne's pussy, initially rubbing her slit with my fingers, then parting her lips and using my tongue. Anne was already wet and I recognised the familiar taste as I made little circles round her swollen clit. Anne was moaning heavily now and close to coming so I sucked her clit between my lips and her whole body went rigid as she came loudly, holding my head between her thighs. "That was wonderful, Brian. Thank you." "You seem much more relaxed now." It was true. In the post-orgasmic afterglow there wasn't a tense muscle in her body. "Do you want to go on?" "Yes!" I retrieved a condom and bottle of lube from my jacket. My cock was hard and the head moist with pre-cum. I rolled the condom down over my cock, then coated it thoroughly with lube. Then I turned my attention back to Anne, who was lying there watching me with a post- orgasmic smile on her face. "Get up on all fours so I can lubricate you." It came out like an order but Anne happily obeyed. I drizzled lube between her buttocks, massaging it in particularly around her anus. I pushed at her sphincter with a lubricated finger and she relaxed to let me in. I rubbed more lube in and around the sphincter. I laid back on the bed. "Now it's your turn to do some work," I said, jokingly, "Come and kneel over my stomach, facing me." When Anne has positioned herself, I continued: "Now lower yourself onto my cock." Anne lowered herself until she could feel my cock against her buttocks. She positioned the head against her sphincter and, using her hands to prise her buttocks apart, relaxed her sphincter and pushed downwards. At first it seemed as though the head would be too big. "I'm afraid of hurting you if I push too hard," she said. "Don't worry, it's not as if there's anything to break. Be more worried about yourself because anal tissue is quite weak and could rupture if we try to be too vigorous or penetrate too far. That's why I want you on top, so you're in control. Try to push out, as though you're having a shit." Anne gave a mighty push down and just when it felt as though my cock might indeed break, the sphincter gave way and the head of my cock slipped inside her. "Does it hurt?" I asked. "No. I was worried it might. It feels strange but not unpleasant." "Now lower yourself slowly until it starts to feel uncomfortable." Little by little Anne lowered herself onto my cock, stopping from time to time to accustom herself to my size. I have a pretty average cock, about 6 inches long. When Anne had taken about 4 inches inside her tight, fiery depths, she stopped. "I feel very full, as though I need to shit. I don't think I can take any more of you." Just as people have different erogenous zones, mens' cocks have different sensitive areas. For some men the head is very sensitive, and they have to be very careful about premature ejaculation. For me, the base is my sensitive area - I never seem to cum without something grasping the base of my cock tightly. With only 4 inches inside Anne, I wasn't going to cum without additional stimulation. "Now move up and down on my cock, like normal fucking, but a lot gentler. Do what feels good for you," I instructed. Anne started to move tentatively up and down on me. "That feels rather pleasant. I wasn't expecting it to be this good," she admitted. Anne's movements became more pronounced and she started breathing heavily, whether from exertion or arousal I wasn't sure. On each down thrust my cock seemed to penetrate just a tiny bit deeper into her hot, tight cavern. I felt a drop of moisture fall onto my belly and I realised that Anne was getting very aroused. Faster and faster she fucked me until her whole body tensed then throbbed with orgasm, her rectum clenching and unclenching round my cock. I wasn't spent, so I reached up with both hands and massaged Anne's lovely soft breasts, occasionally tweaking the nipples. She started moaning again, and raising and lowering herself on my cock. Harder and harder I kneaded them and she responded by fucking me harder and harder until she came again, with her second orgasm. By now my cock was only about half an inch from being fully inside Anne, who was panting hard from the exertion, her breasts streaked with red after the mauling I had just given them. I reached for her pussy and, parting her wetness, I sought out her erect clit with my fingers. I traced little circles round it with a fingertip and Anne moaned again. She started fucking me again and at last I felt her buttocks and wetness pressing down on me as my cock penetrated her to the hilt, her sphincter clasping round the base of my cock. I felt the warning tightness in my groin that I was going to cum soon so I flicked Anne's clit with my finger and this time we came together, spurting my semen into the rubber deep inside Anne while her rectum was pulsating around my cock. Sweaty and exhausted, Anne collapsed on top of me, and my cock deflated and slid out of her. I hugged her tightly until she recovered. "Wow. That even beats going to Disneyland when I was 6," she said, smiling at me. Reality dawned. We were both hot and sweaty, stuck together at the groin with Anne's juices, and there was a pungent odour in the room. "We'd better get cleaned up," I said. Anne lifted herself off me. "Ouch, my breasts are sore." "Sorry. You seemed to be enjoying it." "I was. I'm going to pay for it for a few days though. And my bum's sore too. And my insides feel bruised, as though you were poking them with a baseball bat. I don't think we'd better do that again for a day or two." "At least a fortnight. If we do it too often you could become incontinent." "That's a date then," she said, smiling, "Race you to the shower." We showered together, gently soaping, rinsing then towelling each other's bodies, too spent to get aroused. Then we returned to the bed, this time to sleep.