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 ï>¿I Need A Husband by WillingWolf

   Chapter 6

   That weekend we discussed 'our' plans.  I felt that if I left straight
away we might be leaving me open to some sort of collusion court-case.  And
hopefully I had a bonus to collect in a few weeks time.  I had no intention
of moving into his tiny dirty little flat, and mine wasn't really big
enough for the two of us either.

   We spent as many days as I could get off looking at flats, holiday
brochures and not a few dress shops.  Arthur could not complain about the
quality of the clothes I was now wearing.

   I also prevaricated before resigning because I had been quite enjoying
the sexual side of working with Arthur.  He was a sleazy little bugger but
I guess I am too and Perry was very straight.  Much too straight.  I was
going to have to work on that.

   Shopping was not a happy experience for him apparently, well not before
I showed him how to have a little fun as we did it.

   I took him into a very nice lingerie shop and told him to wait outside
the doorway to the cubicles.  Choosing my timing to enter with four sets of
lingerie I chose the curtained cubicle nearest the door.  When the curtain
was not completely closed you could just about see in, and if the mirror
was angled just so, you could even see a little more I guessed.  I knew
that from where I was inside by looking into the mirror I could easily see
Perry and a metre or so around him.  I wondered how much he could see of
me.

   I stripped off completely and pulled on a matching black lace bra,
panties and suspender set and poked my head around the door to see him
adjusting the front of his trousers.  I waved.  He leaned forward and in a
stage whisper said, 'Frankie, pull the curtain, I could see in a bit.'

   I held my hand over my ear as if I could not hear him.  He repeated it
in an even louder whisper.  Loud enough to alert a couple of other guys who
were also standing waiting.  I still pretended not to hear and disappeared
back inside the cubicle.  Pushing my head around it had opened the curtain
yet another couple of inches.

   I stripped off the black and replaced them with a white set and again
leant around the curtain.  I could see that I had a small audience forming,
the two waiting guys and now a third as well.

   Perry frantically was miming curtain pulling to me.

   Trying not to laugh and pretending to be shocked I pulled open the
curtain to show everyone the delightful new undies.

   'Like this, you want me to do it, with the curtains open.  No, I really
shouldn't.  I'm not that sort of girl.  Or I wasn't before I started going
out with you.'

   I quickly pulled back behind the curtain before he could say any more.
But not that far.  By now the curtain was half open and so when I bent
forward from the waist to remove my panties, my bum stuck out around the
side of the curtain, I could practically hear the applause building.

   My third change completed I stepped out from behind the curtain and came
to the doorway to find a speechless Perry practically surrounded by half a
dozen men.

   'Perry, you a very naughty boy and while I really don't want to undress
in front of all your friends, I know you want me to, so I guess, well, I
will just compromise and turn my back on you all.'

   To the sound of swallowing and coughing from the audience and Perry
stuttering 'bbbut..  FFFrankie..  noooo.' I started to undress with my back
to him but with the cubicle completely open.  Of course I had to turn half
round and expose my tits as I picked up the new underwear and well, the new
panties did leave very little to the imagination as I turned around to
display the wares as an encore.  I tried to look embarrassed as the lady
assistant shepherded me back behind the curtain with a 'Modom, please do
not encourage them to hang around the doorway.'

   I quickly undressed and dressed again in my own clothes, picking up my
old panties and stuffing them in my hand bag.

   'I will take these three sets,' I told the assistant.  'My friends
seemed to like them,' I giggled.

   I found a very embarrassed Perry.

   'Frankie, I was trying to make you close the curtain not open it.  All
those other men were looking at you and you seemed to enjoy it.  Did you?'

   'Well maybe a little bit,' I said, 'but I thought you wanted me to.  I
thought you were playing a little sex game with me, being dominant, and
well, I can see it turned you on.'

   I conspicuously looked at his cock still straining the front of his
trousers.

   'Still, no harm done.  You enjoyed it a lot and I did a little, so if
you pay for my new undies now, we are all square.  I will model them, just
for you later.  I got a real telling off from the assistant.  Look, I was
in so much of a hurry I didn't have time to put my panties back on.'

   I pressed them into his hand.

   I was conscious that he stood right behind me on the escalator and chose
to sit opposite me in the coffee shop.  I wasn't sure whether he wanted to
look up my skirt or to stop other straying eyes from checking me out.

   By the time we sauntered into a shoe shop however he seemed to have
forgotten.  It is funny how a girl never forgets when she has no knickers
on.  I know it just makes me horny.

   I selected a pair of lace-up boots and a pair of trainers to try on and
asked the assistant to check my shoe size.  I mean your feet do swell in
the heat don't they.

   He was quite charming almost flirty, slipping off my slingback and even
massaging the toes a little as he relaxed my foot to get a good
measurement.

   I could see him having a sneaky look up my skirt but it must have been
dark enough to cover-up for any missing garments.

   'Perhaps you could just try the other one as well?' I suggested.  'Just
in case.'

   He was happy to oblige and this time I thought I saw a small raised
eye-brow as I sat with both feet upon his measuring stool.  I knew I must
have been right as he lowered my feet to the ground.  One each side of the
stool he sat on.  That's unusual isn't it.  I smile at him and thanked him.

   Perry had tired of wandering and looking at men's shoes and come to
stand in front of me.  I stood up to give him a kiss, oh and take the
opportunity of raising and loosening my skirt a little as I sat down again.

   The kiss had obviously made him happy and he was quite happy to stand
there looking at me, smiling down when the assistant slipped on the first
of the trainers and slowly began to re-lace it.  Strange how long it can
take when they normally lace them up in seconds before putting them on your
foot

   The other one followed.  They felt nice and before standing to try them
out I stretched each knee sidewards as if to facilitate looking at the
inside of the heels.  The assistant got a really good look and probably a
strong sniff of my arousal as well.  Parry managed to miss it.

   I sat down again and put both feet back on his stool.

   'I will take these please,' I murmured and reached out to have another
look at one of the boots he had brought with him.  I handed them to the
assistant to fit.

   I made no pretence of looking at the inside of my heels with these and
just widened out my legs so that he could see right up to my pussy.  His
fingers fumbled with the laces.  It is difficult to tie boots without
looking at them isn't it.

   He must have wondered what Parry was doing as he sneaked a look over his
shoulder as he finished the second boot.  The quick movement must have
alerted Parry's suspicion and he too looked along my legs to the very top.

   I quickly got to my feet.  I walked around for a moment or two then sat
down on the next seat along to where I had sat before.  I was between two
of the shop assistant's stools.  I put my right foot on the one the lad was
sitting on.  I could see that Perry was getting a bit agitated again and
contrived not to see him or hear him coughing.  Eventually I looked up to
see him showing me the panties that I had thrust into his hands and
motioning with his hands to indicate that my legs were spread.

   I managed to blush a little, bite my lip and with downcast eyes, raise
my left leg onto the stool at the next chair along to me.  I felt my lower
lips sticking and could almost hear their succulence as they peeled apart
to expose the inner me.

   'I don't think I will take these, nor the trainers,' I told the lad
whose mouth had dropped open and was still fumbling to undo the laces.

   'I am sorry, we have to go.'

   Trying to hold back my laughter and maintain a blush I rushed Parry out
of the door.

   'Oh Parry you made me so horny making me do that.  Why did you want me
to spread my legs when you know you were holding my panties?'

   Come on we have to go back to your flat.  You need to fuck me.'

   Pavlov's dog treatment.  Make sure they get a reward and they will do it
again.

   As I have mentioned the other reason that I did not want to leave work
yet was Arthur.  His pervy ways really turned me on and I was not yet about
to get that treatment from Perry.

   Arthur had been in a particularly good mood this week.  I can only think
that he thought there was more profit in Perry's company than the analysts
had estimated.  After a bit of nagging he even took me for lunch one day.
Where did I want to go, of course, the River Room.  I even think he enjoyed
it despite me mentioning on at least two occasions the obvious husbands
with wives seated around the room.  He must have been fairly confident
where his wife was that day because he hardly looked sheepish at all.

   Of course, I had to pay for it in the afternoon.  The second bottle of
wine, or maybe the third port, had put him in a particularly playful mood.
He was fondling my breast in the taxi much to the delight of the taxi
driver watching us in his mirror.  I suppose I did encourage him a little
by slipping my bra and panties into my handbag while visiting the ladies
room of the restaurant.

   The taxi driver was agog as he watched me leaning back in the seat.  My
legs were stretched out wide and open and Arthur was making merry with my
tits.  Naturally I played with myself a little.  Arthur must have noticed
because he didn't give the driver a tip.  He must have thought that he had
benefited enough.

   Anyway, we arrived back at the office with me in a state of distress.  I
was desperate to get my bum smacked.  Arthur had realised that we could not
walk through the open plan offices together with me in this state and had
sent me to a local coffee shop for two coffees and a box of mini doughnuts.
They were a particular favourite of Arthur's although where he had the room
after three courses and all that alcohol I could not think.

   As I walked back in I made out to the receptionist and a couple of
office girls that I was late and had been running.  I bribed them with a
doughnut not to tell Arthur how late I was.  That kept them off the reality
of what was really happening.

   I took in Arthur's coffee and stood beside his desk with my skirt in my
hands at waist level.  His eyes lit up and it wasn't for the doughnuts.

   He made me bend forward over the desk with my skirt raised up over my
waist.  I spread my legs as I knew he liked and quickly felt two fingers
easing between my lips and a thumb probing my arse-hole.

   I was surprised however to feel something gritty, and yet soft and
squidgy, forcing it's way into my pussy.

   I quickly realised it was a sugar covered donut.  A second quickly
followed into my arse.  This one was harder to do and I felt a squirt of
jam oozing down my right buttock.  I squirmed in delight as I knew he would
be attacking them with his tongue.  And so it proved.  Having firmly wedged
them up me, his tongue licked first at the sugar and the jam and then he
nibbled away at the donuts, eventually eating them from within my depths.
He then cleaned me up a treat and, while I did feel it prudent to disappear
off to the toilet, it was mainly to complete my orgasm rather than wash
myself clean.  An entirely satisfactory afternoon.

   The weeks followed on blissfully.

   Perry and I moved into a wonderful flat off the Kings Road and I had a
wonderful time shopping for furniture and kitchen equipment.

   I still had not told Arthur what had happened, just that I had got lucky
and moved into a new flat in Chelsea with a friend.  All true of course.

   Arthur continued to spank me and play with me once or twice a week but
had consistently never wanted sex, and even rarely a blow-job.

   What a faithful husband!

   The only problem came in explaining a regular reddened bottom to Perry.

   Isn't it strange how red your bottom stays when your squash opponent
regularly slaps you with the racquet after winning rallies, even if they
are other girls?

   And then my bonus came.

   Arthur called me in one afternoon.

   'Please take a seat Miss Foxall.  I am delighted to tell you that we
have been able to find you a small bonus for your work with Mr Farquhar.  I
regret that while I remembered discussing the figure of half a million with
you, we did not get the company for anywhere near the three million we were
aiming for.'

   I started to slide my skirt up my legs just to remind him of the extra
benefits which he had accrued over the months.

   'And so, we have arrived at a sum of one hu...'

   I lowered my panties to the floor.

   'Two hu....'

   I spread my legs as wide as they would go and started to play with my
pussy.

   'Three hundred thousand pounds, which I am sure will amply compensate
you for the...  err...  err...  extra clothes you needed for the role of my
private, err...  private...  P A.'

   A moment's thought told me that this was not unreasonable.  I think I
had screwed him for as much as I could expect.  It was just a question now
of resigning.

   'Thank you Mr.  Knowles.  That is quite satisfactory.  I recognised that
the half a million was out of the question.  I expect that you will need me
to keep this bonus as much of a secret as err...  how shall I put it, some
of the other work related errrr...  practices that we get up to in the
course of our working day.'

   His sigh of relief was obvious.  I had accepted the amount, agreed the
reasonings behind the size of the sum and was prepared to stay silent!

   Perfect.

   'Wonderful Miss Foxall, I look forward to seeing perhaps even more new
clothes in the next week or two.  Perhaps we could have lunch again Friday
at the River Room in order to...  shall we say, celebrate?'

   Randy old git.

   'That would be lovely thank you.  I will find something nice to wear.'

   I thought that it would also give me the opportunity to resign in a more
suitable atmosphere.

   That Friday I wore a brand new, mid-thigh length, wrap-over dress, worn
bra-less.  I had shown Arthur the panties in the morning and he had looked
disappointed.  They were fairly sturdy, but pretty.  Big pants.  I had of
course left them in the office by the time we went for lunch.

   His spirits rose as we got into the taxi and I flashed my pussy at him.

   'That's better my dear.  I was really quite disappointed this morning. I
do so prefer it when you enter into the spirit of the game.'

   He obviously didn't believe his eyes and immediately his fingers went
through the gap of the wrap-over skirt.  Just to check it out for himself.

   'Now don't you go getting me wet before lunch,' I complained.  'I don't
want to go walking through that lovely hotel with a damp patch on the back
of my dress.'

   I managed to turn the topic of conversation briefly back to business.  I
was looking for the right moment to tell him that I was leaving.  It didn't
occur in the cab and then we were seated side by side along the side wall
of the restaurant.  I had chosen to sit beside him so that he could more
easily slip his hands onto my thighs.  I wanted to make this resignation as
easy as possible.  I knew he was going to be disappointed.  He was never
going to find anyone as amenable to his little games as I was.

   While I was still perusing the menu over a glass of bubbly his hand was
thrusting harder and harder into my crotch.

   I slipped forward on the bench seat a little and widened my legs to make
it easier.  I was worried that he might bruise me.  That would be harder to
explain to Perry.

   I asked the waiter for another napkin when we ordered.  If I was going
to get wet and sticky I needed something to sit on.  I thanked him with a
flirtatious smile and, when he was gone eased it between my bottom and my
dress.ï

   I couldn't help wondering whether he would know where it had been when I
put it, still folded, back on the table when we left.

   'Look Arthur.  I know I cannot give you a big kiss here in the
restaurant but you must know I would like to.  You have been a wonderful
boss, we have had a great time, that was a fabulous bonus but I am afraid
it is time to move on.  I am going to resign this afternoon, I am afraid. I
will give you a month's notice, but can be a bit flexible for a week or two
if that will help.  It is partly a new boyfriend and partly this money that
has given me the freedom to do what I always wanted to do.  I am going to
go travelling for about a year.  No promises from either of us but if I
need a job when I get back you know I will be knocking back on your door.'

   I had taken him by surprise.

   'I am so sorry my dear.  I hope it wasn't anything that I have...  no
well I suppose not if you say you may come back.  You have enjoyed our
little games haven't you?'

   I hastened to reassure him that I had and that I was going to miss him.
And that I still had at least one month's notice to work out.  That made
him brighten up.

   The starters arrived and I noisily slurped my oysters before
suggestively licking my lips and fingers where I had touched the liquor.

   I would have liked to reassure him by being more demonstrative but this
was his wife's favourite restaurant and the Maitre'd did know him by name.

   'Perhaps if we get the opportunity to lunch again before I leave we
could find a quiet restaurant where you are not known and I could show you
how sorry I am that I'm leaving.'

   I could see that this had gone down well and his anticipation almost
overwhelmed the sorrow of me leaving.

   I was determined however not to spoil the meal experience and continued
to drink champagne through both the starter, the oysters and the dover
sole.

   Somehow a third bottle disappeared with the strawberries and we were by
then both enjoying ourselves again.

   His fingers were rambling gently over my thighs as he questioned me on
my itinerary.  What I thought was just interest, or even nosiness in trying
to find out who I was travelling with, turned out to be neither.  He was
trying to see when I was going to be in the cities where the bank had
offices.  He would try to get a business trip.  Randy old goat.

   I assured him that while I had nothing firmly organised I would email
him from time to time with my plans and if he could get away from his
err... commitments, wasn't I delicate, I would be delighted to see him.

   Explain that one to Perry I thought!

   Warmed by a large vintage port Arthur actually fell asleep in the taxi
and whatever he had planned for the afternoon was stymied by his wife
sitting in his office waiting for him when we returned.

   While I had given her no reasons to be suspicious of me, she was
undoubtedly interrogating him as to why and where we had been for lunch. 
It was not an unreasonable thing for a boss to take out his PA when she was
leaving and he got away with it.  We were never going to be close friends.
I could not see her enjoying the River Room as much in the near future
either.

   She hauled him out of the door at about four o'clock and I was quickly
away behind them to my beloved Perry.  He didn't know we were going
travelling yet.



   Chapter 7

   Perry was a pushover.  I told him that I had resigned so I could spend
more time with him and then just mentioned that I hadn't really had a
holiday this year.  Could we go away perhaps?

   Well, a fortnight in Mauritius rapidly became a month in the Caribbean
and then quickly after that an open-ended trip to Australia, starting by
going west and returning via the east.

   Gosh didn't that sound like a trip around the world.

   We celebrated by me dressing up as an air stewardess, nothing
complicated, a two-piece business suit, white blouse and scarf, little blue
hat, oh and no knickers.  That's what they wear I am told.

   I settled Perry in a lay back chair in the lounge, brought him a drink,
flirted a little by promising him membership of the mile high club and
eventually just pushed up my skirt and sat on his cock until we both came.

   He left the choice of holidays up to me to surprise him.  Great!

   He did suggest that if we were going to Australia that he would quite
like to go to the Melbourne Cup horse race if we could fit it in.  Having
sold his company, he had got into the habit of watching sport and in
particular having a flutter on the horses in the afternoons.

   It was now halfway through August and the Melbourne Cup I knew was about
the first week of November.  That worked.

   I would still be working until the middle of September and that would
give us a plenty of time to get there.

   I knew what I wanted in my mind, a week in Bermuda for some shopping, I
just love the men's smart casual style, jacket and shorts.  It will suit
Perry so well.  Then a week or so in Hawaii, always a dream of mine.  I
booked open dated round the world tickets, first class of course and
quickly booked a hotel in Bermuda.  San Francisco and then Hawaii completed
the first leg.  I would worry about the return after Australia.

   The time flew and soon I was in my last couple of working weeks.  If
anything Arthur had been pretty quiet.  Nothing much had changed in the way
our normal day went.  I showed him my underwear and two or three days a
week I got a slapped bottom and a grope.  He was trying to find my
replacement.  He was always on at me, 'Did I know of anyone who would
replace me.' Not a chance I thought, I might even want to come back.  And
then he mentioned a finder's fee, he must have been getting desperate.  The
opening gambit of £10,000 was quickly negotiated up to £100,000.  For
that money maybe I could try.

   I was intrigued by the idea and started ringing round some old college
friends.

   It was a difficult thing to do.  A bit like saying 'How would you like
to become a hooker.'

   I thought about my old girl friends, Lucy, fairly newly married, Sarah
great body, fabulous tits.  I wondered what she was doing now.  Enquiries
told me that she was in Scotland engaged to a gentleman farmer.  No. 
Yasmin, back in the boson of her prudish family I knew, but maybe I would
try her as a last resort.

   Cindy had succeeded in sport and was now on the minor tennis tour and
loving it.  Mina was back in Tokyo.  One by one I ticked them off, only
Yasmin was a possibility.

   And then I thought of Krysta.  She was a Croatian girl, almost a
refugee, very bright.  We had hung around in the same crowd but we had not
been great mates.  I always felt she resented my home-counties and obvious
silver spoon upbringing.

   She had been studying English and had got a good degree.  I wondered
what she was doing now and put the word out.

   Funnily enough it was Mina all the way over in Tokyo who gave me her
number.  They kept in touch by email.  She was working in the clerical
department of Hammersmith Council.  This might actually work.

   I emailed her at work and arranged to meet one evening for a drink.

   We greeted each other like the best of friends, girlishly giggling about
how good the other one looked and asking all the same questions.  Married?
Children?  Working?  Were we getting it regularly?

   She was single, bored, no kids, no attachments and occasionally sleeping
with the odd guy from a gym she frequented.

   She still looked good.  She was fit and trim and her luscious auburn
hair that had always been tied back in a ponytail at college was now
flowing around her shoulders.  She had come straight from work and the
clothes she was wearing had seen better days.  They were nicely cut but
definitely not designer.  I had seen her casting her eyes over my clothes
while we talked.

   I filled her in on a few basic facts about the best bits of my life, a
great job, well paid, new rich boyfriend, probable engagement.  I could
feel her pulling back from me.  I could feel the resentment building.

   'Look,' I said, 'while that's all true it is not quite as
straightforward as it seems.  Please don't get upset at anything I am going
to suggest and please, please, hear me out to the very end of my story
before reacting.'

   She looked amazed and very dubious.

   'Promise?'

   'I promise.'

   'Now you have promised I will come out bluntly and say it.  Look I am
trying to recruit my replacement at the Bank.  I have given in my notice. I
can get you the job and I can guarantee that it will pay at least three
times what you are earning now plus big bonuses.'

   Now she was really looking at me as if I was demented.

   'But why?  Why me?  What is the problem?  Is it in Saudi Arabia?'

   'No,' I whispered.  'I am sleeping with my boss.  It is part of the
job.'

   She stood up and I could see she was about to walk out.

   'So, you think I am a tart like you.  A whore.  A prostitute,' she spat
out.

   'It wasn't like that.  And anyway, that's not quite true about sleeping
with the boss.  You promised to hear me out.  Please sit down while I tell
you what happened.'

   She sat reluctantly again so I started at the beginning and told her how
I had started at the bank, that my boss had been a real creep and then met
this senior director who I thought was flirting with me.  When I found out
that he only wanted to offer me a job and wasn't after my body as every
other guy had been I remembered how put out I had been.

   She laughed at this and soon she was back to the way I remembered her
from Uni, when all we had ever talked about was sex.

   'I know what you mean,' she said.  'Thinking here I am dressed up like a
dog's dinner and you don't fancy me.  Am I getting old or something?'

   'That's right and here we are at twenty-two years old in our prime. 
Anyway, to continue the story he obviously did fancy me.  I would see him
watching me around the room particularly when I had a short skirt on, so of
course what could a girl do but play up to him?'

   Krysta laughed, 'You always were a brazen little hussy and an
exhibitionist.'

   'Wow, that's the pot calling the kettle black,' I laughed.  'After a
week or two he called me and criticised the clothes I was wearing.  The top
was too skimpy, even for a Friday.  His PA had to maintain standards.  Then
of course he accused me of not wearing any knickers, he said my skirt was
so short he could see that I wasn't.  Well of course I had to prove to him
that I was and well I have to prove it now daily...  and you know what it's
like, sometimes a girl forgets and then she gets her bottom slapped.'



   It was going all right, Krysta was laughing.

   'The good news is, that, after a few weeks of that I get a six figure
salary and bonus package.  A little bit of manipulation, a hint of bribery
and a lot of co-operation has done wonders.  It was true when I said he has
never slept with me.  In actual fact he has never fucked me.  Although he
has just about done everything else,' I laughed.

   'I've met this wonderful rich guy and we are going to go around the
world next month.  I really like Arthur, my boss, and thought that I could
do you both a favour.  Quite honestly, as well, I am getting a finder's fee
which I will share with you.  After all a girl needs a little pocket money,
she can't rely on her fiancee for everything.'

   I fluttered my eye lashes pretending to be demure.

   Krysta laughed again.  'I'm on.  Well to meet him anyway.  I might not
like him and then all bets are off.'

   'That's great.  I will give you a cheque now for five grand to get some
clothes.  The bank is very conservative so designer suits and blouses.  I
will leave the underwear to you.  Well maybe I might check it out first,' I
laughed, remembering some of the games we used to play at uni.

   'Wow,' she said.  'Five grand, when do I get to meet him?'

   'I will try for this Thursday.  Lunch time, hopefully at lunch.  What
sort of notice do you need to give at work?'

   'In theory a week, but I can get away before that by threatening
harassment.  I have had a boss a bit like yours but creepy.  A couple of
times he has tried to put his hands up my skirt after a few drinks in the
pub.  No problems at all leaving there.'

   'What about references?  Can you find a couple of real ones, if not I
might be able to help?  They will have to be checked out by the HR
department.'

   'No.  I can get some.  My current boss will have to give me a good one
and by the way you are not the only one to have slept with someone
important.  I have an ex-boyfriend who owns his own company where I can
have worked.  He is engaged now to someone else so I know he will give me a
good reference to keep quiet.'

   'Great.  You can resign Friday, start Monday and I will have a week to
teach you the job, and maybe have some fun as well,' I smirked.

   'Arthur was delighted when I told him that I might have found him
someone to replace me.  I hoped that you would meet him so I told him a
little about you.  He knows you were a good friend at Uni although a year
younger than me, and that we shared a few boyfriends from time to time. 
Very bright.  A good 2:1 in English and good A levels as well.  Is that
right.  I told him that you have a good job currently working for one of
the top guys at Hammersmith Council, but that you were a bit bored.  I also
told him that you were no slouch as a looker.  That perked him up no end.
He is looking forward to meeting you.'

   I just hoped that my money was not going to be wasted which it
definitely would be if Krysta came in looking like a tart.

   Back in the office next day Arthur said that he was unable to make a
lunch that day as his wife needed him for a charity do.  He had pleaded
pressure of work but to no avail.  He eventually managed to get an
agreement that he could leave the lunch at three for a three thirty
appointment.  He then threw me a little and asked if I could get her
interviewed first by HR.  If she passed that hurdle then I could take her
out to lunch, coming back to the office for three thirty having no doubt
had a few drinks to warm her up I thought.

   I rang her and agreed to meet her on Wednesday evening to prep her. 
'Wear your interview clothes.  Let me see how you shape up,' I told her
quite rudely, before she slammed the phone down on me.

   I rang her back.

   'I'm sorry, I did not mean it like that.  Meet me in a city wine bar and
practise being one of the city types.  Honestly city workers are very
different.  We will try to pull a couple of wankers.  Whoops, I mean
bankers.  I really am sorry.  You know I have a big mouth.  Speak first
think second.'

   'You really are a snobby bitch, but I do forgive you.  And thank you.  I
know you don't have to help me, there are a lot of girls who would like the
job.  See you in that Jamie's Bar, six o'clock.'

   I got there just after six and looked around.  Not there yet.  I
reminded myself to talk to her about punctuality.  Quite a lot of men in
there already, all city types, preening and trying to look important as
they waved their credit cards around.  Not many girls.  A couple of braying
Essex girls were being bought champagne by a couple of money brokers with
white socks and a couple more were sitting over glasses of wine in the
corner waiting for friends.  Or waiting to be picked up, I thought.

   I stood at the bar waiting to be served and suddenly noticed a girl on
her own, sitting along the wall nursing a cocktail.  I looked again and
walked over.

   'Krysta?' I asked.

   She peered at me over her glasses and drawled 'Frankie daahhling.  An
age since I saw you last.  How is your lovely mother, and that heavenly
father.  Is he still randy?'

   I burst out laughing.

   'Point made, you exquisite creature.  You look fabulous.  Where did you
get those rimless spectacles?  They change your image completely.'

   She laughed, 'Well, the year you left Uni it went a bit quiet socially
so I joined the Drama group and these were part of my costume for one of
the plays we put on.  I couldn't resist bringing them away with me as
everyone said they suited me so well.  They are only plain glass.  Good
eh.'

   'And that suit,' I said.  'You didn't have to blow all the money on one
suit but it does look fabulous.'

   'I didn't,' she admitted.  'I know a little second-hand shop where I
have often shopped that get in some good designer clothes from time to
time. This was practically brand new and only cost a couple of hundred.'

   'It really does look gret,' I enthused, 'especially for the interview. I
am sure Arthur will want you to shorten it in due course.  It may be a
little too respectable, but it is better to be safe than sorry for
tomorrow. Let me fill you in on a few things you might need to know about
what we do and who we are in the city pecking order.  Then we can get down
to some serious drinking.'

   I told her everything I thought she might need but, as we were finishing
up, two glasses of champagne arrived.  We looked over to see two guys
raising glasses to us.  My immediate first thoughts were that they were
cheapskates by keeping the rest of the bottle for themselves instead of
sending it over.  My second thought was that I knew one of them, he worked
in our HR department.

   'This may work out great,' I told Krysta.  'The one on the left works
for our HR, he may be in the interview tomorrow.  Here is your chance to
practice, only a little flirting and no sex or going on afterwards for
either of us.  It will get you the worst sort of reputation.'

   I know Krysta of old and her first thoughts, like mine, would have been
to wonder whether she was going to get fucked by one of these two, or even
both, tonight.

   As they started to walk over I hissed at her, 'We'll ditch these two and
find two others to get laid.  Trust me.  It's in your own interest.'

   I had worked hard to keep my reputation intact, indeed a veritable Miss
Frosty, I suspected, in the rest of the office, I wasn't going to let
Krysta fuck it up now.

   It took us about an hour and the consumption of another bottle of
champagne to ditch the two boys.  By that time Ed, the HR guy was
definitely in love with Krysta and had told her not to recognise him if he
was in the interview team next day and that he would do what he could to
get her in to the Bank.

   Little did he know that she only needed a reasonable approval and the
checking of her references from HR.  Arthur was going to approve her on
sight.

   It was only nine o'clock and so we set off for another wine bar, ten
minutes cab ride away.  Far enough that we were unlikely to bump into Ed
again.  I rang Perry in the cab to warn him that I might be bringing a
girl-friend home and to make up the spare bed.  I was determined to get her
home in one piece and up for the interview tomorrow.

   There was practically a rush to find us seats and a bottle of champagne.
It had been a quiet night and as a pick-up joint very disappointing.  We
were the only available girls in there.  The boys just did not know how
available.  Typically they were all City boys, mainly from Essex, and more
intent on getting bladdered than picking up girls.  They wanted to buy us
drinks, impress us with their wealth, impress their mates that they could
pull us and then get pissed.  I suddenly remembered how easy it was not to
get involved with any of the young men from the bank.

   Krysta and I agreed that the whole thing was a waste of time and got in
a cab back to my flat.  It was just after eleven, but we were both noisy
and pissed.

   'It's no good,' announced Krysta in a loud voice, 'I need to get laid. I
think I might have to jump on this Perry of yours.  Give him the
once-over.'

   While I knew she was only joking I suddenly realised that this might
work.  Show him that sharing can be caring, that eating isn't cheating, and
even that cheating may not be cheating if we have both agreed.  He would
have no reason to be jealous of me getting fucked in due course if he had
already dabbled himself.  So went my line of reasoning.

   The cab pulled up outside the block and the doorman opened the door with
a 'Good evening Miss Foxall.'

   'Goood eevening John,' I slurred.  'My old college friend will be
staying the night with us.  She will not be needing a taxi tonight.  Thank
you.'

   Krysta was open mouthed, both at the entrance hall and the doorman.  I
think she began to realise how seriously rich my boyfriend was.

   As I hit the P for penthouse I leaned against the wall and said 'About
Perry, maybe just maybe I will let you have him.  Once.  Follow my lead,
let me see what sort of mood he is in.'

   Krysta was quick to understand.  It was just like the old days for her.
Quick and easy sex.  No strings.  Whether I could trust her to go to bed on
her own if it all went wrong was something I put to the back of my mind. 
The words 'trust me' and Krysta did not hang easily together.

   'Perry darling, this is Krysta, we were at college together.  She came
from Croatia originally.  We have been out for a few drinks before I take
her to the office tomorrow to meet Arthur.  She wants my old job.'

   Suddenly I started to see what could go wrong because I had brought
Krysta home.  Perry knew Arthur, but only knew bad things, particularly the
occasional predilection for my bottom.  Krysta knew how much I enjoyed it,
or at least had some idea.

   'Nice to meet you Krysta.  So, you want Frankie's job with Arthur, do
you?'

   'Well why not,' said Krysta.  'It might be funny despite or possibly
because of his funny ways.'

   'Funny ways?' said Perry.

   'You know what an old stick-in-the-mud, he is.  How old-fashioned in his
ways,' I quickly interrupted, gesticulating behind Perry's back for Krysta
not to say any more.  'Anyway, are you going to get us thirsty girls a
bottle of bubbly.  We are quite parched.'

   As he left the room to get the champagne I was able to whisper that
Perry understandably knew little about Arthur's habits despite meeting him
a few times.

   The good news was that Perry had been cooking for himself and obviously
consumed at least a bottle of red wine and possibly more.  I would continue
with my plan at least for the moment to get the two of them together.  The
bad news was that I could not leave them on their own together to get
changed in case they started talking about Arthur.

   The three of us quickly finished off a bottle of bubbly while chatting
and started a second.

   'Perry,' I slurred.  'What do you think about Krysta's suit?  Is the
skirt too long do you think?  Stand up Krysta.'

   She did not need telling twice and was quickly up standing close in
front of him raising and lowering the hem a few inches.

   'It is a really lovely suit.  It fits you beautifully.  It is fine I am
sure.'

   'You don't think the hem would be better say, here?' She raised the hem
to mid-thigh.

   'Not even Frankie wears them quite that short, do you luv.  But if I may
say you could certainly get away with it that short.  You have lovely legs
but I can see the stocking tops just at that length, so maybe a little bit
longer.'

   She dropped the hem and threw off the jacket.

   'And the blouse she is not too tight?'

   She pranced around slowly undoing buttons on the blouse.

   'I think the underwear is important as well for Arthur.'

   I started coughing to warn her that she was on dangerous ground but the
little bitch knew what she was doing.  She threw me a big smile.

   'Are you okay Frankie, not too many bubbles I hope?  As I was saying
Perry do you think my brassiere is suitable for the blouse and to meet
Arthur.'

   She undid the remaining buttons and danced around pulling her shirt out.

   'Well, it is delightful.' He seemed to be having difficulty talking.  I
could see him moving in the chair to adjust his groin.  It was not lost on
Krysta either.  Luckily Arthur seemed to have been forgotten.

   She stood in front of him again and this time pulled the skirt higher
and higher up her thighs until he must have been able to see at least the
flesh between her stockings and panties.

   'Maybe you like it this short?'

   I decided I needed to get in on the action.

   'I think he prefers this look,' I said peeling off my jacket to reveal
my bra.  I rarely wore a blouse now.  Arthur liked it that way.

   We both stood there, holding our skirts up, competing with each other to
see how high we could get a tight-fitting skirt.

   Krysta of course cheated and as I was wriggling mine higher and higher
she dived for the button on the side of the skirt and pulled my skirt down
to the floor.'

   'Ohhhh,' was all Perry could manage and then 'Ohhh,' again as Krysta
dropped hers to the floor as well.

   'She is such a naughty girl Perry.  She deserves to have her bottom
slapped.  Put her over your knee.'

   I grabbed her and forced her down over his quickly upright knees.  She
pretended to fight but there was no purpose in it.

   I could see that Perry was unsure what to do next so I gave her a hard
slap across her buttocks.

   'That's what she needs, a dozen of those,' I said.

   'Ohhh no, not so many please,' said Krysta.' What about ten if I take my
knickers down.'

   Little hussy.

   Perry now took the initiative and slowly lowered her panties to the
floor.

   Not to be outdone I pushed off mine as well and sat in the chair
opposite him to watch the fun.

   The more he hit her the wider I spread my legs.  The actions were not
lost on him.

   The ten quickly came to an end and I encouraged him to rub it better. 
Not that he needed much encouragement.

   'Do you think that is enough punishment?' I mumbled pretending to be
drunker than I really was.  'Maybe she should suck your cock as well?'

   She quickly slithered off his knees and liberated his cock where it had
been trying to force a way through his trousers.

   It was good and hard and I had to force myself not to jump up and grab
him to fuck me.

   As she nibbled away at his dick I slumped lower and lower in the chair
and pretended to fall asleep.  It was up to Perry now.  He could do what he
liked.  I had made it easy for him.

   I lay there and watched under lidded eyelids.  He kept looking over to
see whether I was all right, wondering whether he should stop I guessed.

   I watched her stand and start to undress him fully.  He did not stop her
and was watching me less and less.

   When he was completely naked, she shrugged off her bra and using the
other side of the sofa almost as a springboard lay on top of him in the
sixty-nine position.

   She took most of her weight on her hands on the floor, his cock was deep
in her mouth and her thighs trapped his face between them, he had no
opportunity to look at me now.

   I remember thinking how athletic she was and how good they looked.

   She levered his upper body until they were laying flat on the sofa and
she could now sit up and really grind her pussy into his face.

   I imagined his tongue worming between her lips and right up her cunt. 
He had always had an educated palate and now he had an educated tongue as
well.  I had been teaching him.

   In my 'sleep' I started to rub my own pussy as hard as I could without
making it obvious.  This was not easy because I had fallen 'asleep'
slouched, legs wide open, facing directly towards them.

   I heard her say 'Fuck me, fuck me please,' as she rolled off and lay
down on the floor.

   He looked over at me and I emitted a little snore.  I wondered what I
must have looked like, fast asleep with a pair of my fingers up my pussy.

   He got down to the dirty deed.  Through my lidded eyes I was able to
watch every action and live each thrust.

   I was so jealous and thought about waking myself up to join in.

   I decided that I would have a stronger case for more adventurous sex if
he felt a little guilty and had her on his own.

   I lay, watched and hoped that they would go off to the bedroom in a
minute so that I could make myself come.

   I had heard her orgasm at least twice and I was proud of Perry.  She
would remember him.  I had trained hm well.  I would remember never to let
him near her again.

   'Come over my face,' she said.  That was something I had never asked him
to do.  I always enjoyed him coming inside me too much.

   He obviously had been holding back as I had shown him and this was too
much.  He hardly had time to pull out before he was spurting load after
load all over her face and hair.  I watched her scrape it off with a
finger, lick and swallow it.  She beamed up at him.

   'Come on, let's go to bed now.'

   I decided enough was enough and started to yawn and stretch.

   Perry took the hint and shuffled her off towards her bedroom.  I
wondered whether he would stay.  I hoped not.

   He didn't.  He quickly returned, kissed me solicitously, asked how I
felt and led me off to bed.

   I managed to wake up properly during the short walk to the bedroom.  I
was as horny as hell and needed to get him hard again.  Easy-peasy.

   By the time I had sucked on his dick for a minute or two it was hard
again.  I quickly made up for lost time and buried him deep within me in
the reverse cow girl position.  I bounced up and down on his cock to my own
rhythm

   This was for me and I didn't care a fuck whether he came again as long
as I did.

   I am pleased to say he took control again.  He is learning fast, and
slammed me from behind doggy fashion over the end of the bed.

   He made sure that I came at least twice before he erupted again, deep
within me.



   Chapter 8

   My first recollection was the alarm going next morning.  While I had
only pretended to be very pissed last night, I had actually consumed a lot
of alcohol over the course of the evening.  While I remembered everything,
I did remember it through a bit of a haze.

   I gave sleeping Perry a kiss and headed for the bathroom.  Krysta must
have heard me flushing the loo, as, a few moments later, just as I had
jumped in the shower, she joined me in the bathroom.

   'He's cute.' Was her first words as she started to tinkle into the
lavatory.

   I recognised that bringing her home had not been properly thought though
at all.

   'You keep your hands off him.  We are deeply and passionately in love.
Otherwise no job.'

   'Point taken,' she said.  'But seriously he is great.'

   'Now, talking seriously then, I am going to have to leave the two of you
in the flat on your own this morning.  Your appointment is not until ten
thirty.  If I hear from either of you that you have been fucking or even
just larking around together, no job.  Keep your clothes on.  No teasing.
Promise me.'

   She did although I thought reluctantly.  I continued to shower while she
sat and waited.

   'Help yourself to a towel from the airing cupboard in the hallway.  I'm
sorry I forgot to lay one out for you last night.'

   Where she was sitting, and I was showering I could not see her.  I was
just beginning to wonder what she was wearing, her suit?  Underwear?  I
heard the door open.

   'Oh I am sorry,' said Perry.  'I didn't hear you in here.  I could only
hear the shower going.  I assumed it was Frankie.'

   Oh fuck.  I looked around the shower to see them both looking at each
other.  Neither with a stitch on and Krysta still sitting legs splayed on
the toilet.  I watched his cock rise to half-mast in an obvious salute.  I
needed to act quickly.

   'Perry,' I said, in as stern a voice as I could muster.  'We need a
word. Privately please Krysta.'

   I saw her smile at him as she wiped herself before leaving the bathroom.

   Hussy.

   I had to play the little distressed orphan.

   'Perry, what happened last night.  I know I was very drunk and we made
love wonderfully later, but well errr....  when I fell asleep in the lounge
you seemed to be making love to Krysta.  Don't you love me any more?'

   I sniffled a little as he declared his undying love, that it had all
been a mistake, that he had been drunk as well and that I had seemed to
approve of it before I fell asleep.  He would never ever do that sort of
thing again.  Ever.  Ever.

   I forgave him slowly and added shyly, 'You were very masterful later I
remember.  You were great.  I orgasmed twice, maybe we could experiment
again another time maybe but only if you continue to love only me.'

   Again I received the undying love treatment as I let him dry my back and
put toothpaste on the brush for me.

   'Right come with me back into the bedroom while the hussy showers.'

   I raised my voice, 'Hussy you can shower now.'

   Surprise, surprise.  We passed her, still quite naked trying to find a
towel in the airing cupboard.

   Once back in the bedroom I had to continue the lecture but with a tear
slowly escaping from my eye.

   'Now I have to leave the two of you on your own in the flat while I go
to work.  Push her out at nine forty-five sharp so she can get to the
office for ten thirty.  You won't...  err...  you won't...err...  will
you?'

   'Darling of course not.  That was the one and only time I will ever do
anything like that.  I will lock myself in the toilet if you like until she
leaves.  She is nothing compared to you.'

   I do like a little grovel.  Time for the carrot.

   'I know I can trust you, and if she gets the job maybe we can celebrate
tonight, provided you have been good,' I said.

   'And also, maybe one day we can see Krysta again.  But only if you are
very good today.'

   Go Pavlov go.  It really is just like talking to a little boy.  But then
he is one really.  I just hope he can keep his fingers out of the cookie
jar.

   I left them to it after again reminding Krysta that she wanted the job,
so hands off, and to be there at ten-thirty sharp.

   And she was there.

   Amusingly, as we were later walking down to lunch, she said Perry had
been the perfect host while making her breakfast except that he kept
disappearing off to the toilet.  We did laugh as I explained that he had
offered to lock himself in there so as not to be tempted by her.  I
wondered whether he was just hiding or masturbating, because she had
admitted walking around in her underwear so as not to spill food on her
suit.

   She had arrived on time and had an hour and a half with HR.  Ed brought
her up to me on the Directors floor just before midday and very officiously
announced that subject to her references being received she was acceptable
to the bank.

   'Well,' I said tartly.  'I think Mr Knowles will be making that
decision. Thank you Edward.'

   The ice princess strikes again.

   We dissolved into laughter as Ed backed from the room with his tail
between his legs.

   'You do have to keep them on their toes.  Let's go and have lunch.'

   We had almost three and a half hours so were in no hurry.  I had booked
a very nice restaurant near the Bank and had them put a couple of bottles
of Crystal on ice.  Arthur would pay.

   We giggled our way through lunch and amusingly I saw Krysta getting
nervous as three o'clock came ever nearer.

   I had half seriously suggested buying a bag of his favourite
mini-doughnuts, stuffing one halfway up her arse so that Arthur could have
a real treat when she raised her skirt.  '

   'It's probably more attractive anyway,' I concluded waspishly.

   We decided to play it straight.  Part of Arthur's attraction to me had
always been my supposed naivety.  I explained this and we agreed that this
should be the way we would play it.

   Arthur arrived back nearer four and while it had been a charity lunch.
Charity must have begun at home regarding alcohol.  He had certainly not
been abstemious.

   I settled him down with his afternoon tea and a quick update on a couple
of business matters as the perfect secretary does, then suggested that I
bring in Krysta.  I am not sure who looked the most nervous.  I could see
him looking around the office to see if it was tidy.  He wanted to make a
good impression.

   I noticed that she had put her spectacles on again and was wearing her
skirt low on the hips so that the hem was way over her knee.  As they
formally shook hands I arranged a chair in front of his desk, but far
enough back that he would be able to see her from the knees up.  I sat
beside and slightly behind him so that I could encourage him but still make
signs to Krysta behind his back if necessary.

   We sat demurely while she described her education and work experience.
Hey it sounded pretty good.  No wonder she impressed the HR department.  I
must try to remember to ask her how much of it was true.

   I could see that the normal part of the interview was quickly drawing to
a close.  She had crossed and recrossed her legs a couple of times but with
much decorum, not even a hint of stocking top.

   'One thing I think I must tell you Krysta.  Knowing you of old I took a
gamble that you wouldn't mind.  Mr.  Knowles has very firm views on dress
etiquette in the office.  You must at all times out of this office appear
to be demure and business-like, but, in here, Mr.  Knowles's creative
abilities are much improved if he is looking at something, quite frankly,
sexually attractive.  His role demands constant thinking outside the box
and that is where you come in to assist him.

   For example, that skirt is far too long.  It should be shorter or at
least pulled up to expose your stocking tops.  You are wearing stockings I
hope, not tights?'

   She nodded affirmatively.'

   'Can we see please?'

   The little actress gulped, looked around, stood and slowly shimmied her
skirt up to show the lace edging to the stocking.

   'Good but you can do a little better than that I think.'

   Again, she shimmied until I could just see the edge of her turquoise
panties.

   'Krysta I am so sorry.  I should have warned you.  Mr.  Knowles cannot
stand turquoise ever since his wife wrote off his turquoise BMW.  Can you
take them off please.  And then you may sit down again.'

   I could feel Arthur beside me getting a bit restive as I asked her to
sit down again.  He was enjoying the show.  She had the job.

   I held out my hand for the panties and gave them to Arthur.  I knew he
was desperate to sniff them.  I could smell them from here, they were so
wet.

   'Perhaps you would like to take off your jacket.  It is quite usual to
be more, shall we say, relaxed, and anyway you have a blouse on I see. 
That will not always be necessary, but then, you will need to keep your
jacket on out of this office.  After all we cannot have the staff ogling
you, can we Mr.  Knowles?

   She peeled off her jacket revealing as I knew she would a turquoise
matching bra under a sheer shirt.

   'Oh dear.  I am afraid it has to come off Krysta.  You know the rules.'

   'Well yes but I didn't when I dressed this morning,' she said, I thought
a little petulantly.

   She did not hesitate however and first her blouse and then her bra were
soon on Arthur's desk.  She sat and waited, unable to put the blouse back
on as I was idly toying with it.  Still acting the innocent, she slipped
her jacket back on.  I noticed that, without even asking, her skirt was now
rucked half way up her thighs.

   'Perhaps as an aide to creativity you could remember to sit with your
legs a little wider.  Let me show you.'

   I was feeling randy and thought it was time to get in on the show too.

   I pulled my chair round to the front and sat legs wide apart next to
her. I felt her gulp and widen her legs almost in competition.

   I opened my jacket wide to reveal that I had no bra, in fact, no
underclothing at all.  I had come to work and lunch that morning in just my
suit, stockings and suspenders.  Mind you I do spend a lot of money on dry
cleaners bills that way.  The inside back of my skirt is invariably shiny
and aromatic by the end of the day.'

   I stood and walked Krysta around to Arthur's side of the desk, standing
her between him and the desk but facing the door.  Returning to the other
side of the desk I shrugged off my jacket and skirt and pulled her arms
towards me until she was bent over the desk.

   I kissed her and held her so that she could not move.  I sensed rather
than heard Arthur slowly lifting her skirt.  It was his favourite position
and within seconds I could feel Krysta groaning as she continued to
deep-throat me with her tongue.  He soon had his head buried deep in her
crotch and arse and I could feel her buffeting against my lips as she was
pushed forward.

   I left her there.  She didn't need holding now and went back to give
Arthur release.  Sitting on the floor below him I dropped his trousers and
took his rampant cock deep in my mouth.  Not a minute too soon, I realised
as he jetted into my mouth.  Krysta knowing he had just come also orgasm'd,
the little actress?  but was still ready to receive Arthur's cum, mouth to
mouth from me.  Arthur looked on in delight.  This had never appeared in
even his wildest dreams.  I knew he must have been thinking of ways to keep
me.

   I motioned for Krysta to use his private bathroom and had a moment or
two alone with Arthur.

   'All right?  Will she do?'

   I could tell by the smile on his face that she had passed with flying
colours.

   'Very suitable.  How did you find her?  I hadn't forgotten that I had
promised you a bonus.  Very well earned,' he grunted out as I dressed.

   'In fact if you would like to consider staying on as a consultant say I
am sure I could find a little in my budget.'

   I laughed.  'No but we are friends so if I am around I may meet the pair
of you for lunch from time to time.'

   Krysta came back from the bathroom, tidied and wearing the same as me.
Just a suit, stockings and suspenders.  I knew that because Arthur still
had the rest of her clothes in his drawer.

   I left them while they negotiated salary and hours and Krysta came out
with a big smile on her face.

   'Let's go celebrate,' she said.

   We said our goodnights to Arthur, arranged for her to start on Monday so
that I could teach her the ropes for a week.

   'Now is the hard bit,' I said.  We are going to the Bank's favourite
watering hole where I am going to introduce you to a few people.  Only you
and I must know that we are butt naked under these suits and we must remain
friendly but cool, and certainly never, never, go too far with any of the
men from work.  Any hint of a bad reputation and Arthur will fire you. 
Just be careful how you sit on the bar stool.

   We did celebrate, but in moderation and I went quickly home to Perry to
luxuriate in him while Krysta went looking for a local watering hole and a
man.  She keenly suggested coming back for another night but I was quick to
veto that idea.

   Perry needs to be trained slowly, not entered into a free-for-all.

   The next week with Krysta in the office flew by.  Arthur was like a dog
with two tails, which in a way I suppose he was.

   I actually did spend most of the time showing Krysta actual work.  I
surprised myself how much I knew and what value I had obviously been to the
company.

   I did hear her utter a series of 'Oh wow's' and 'Fuck me's,' at one
stage while bringing herself up to date with some of the files.  When
pressed she revealed she was reading about Perry and the take-over of his
company.  She could see how much he was really worth now and I could see
she was practically counting out his money.  She looked at me in
wonderment.

   'No wonder you grabbed him, and he's a nice bloke as well.  This gives
the impression he is a bit of a computer nerd.  He's not that bad.'

   'He was,' I said.  'But I am improving him slowly.  He just doesn't
know.

   I would be grateful if you would keep the information that I am marrying
him away from Arthur and the Bank please.  There is no reason why I
shouldn't, but I just haven't told them.  Also, socially, if we are out as
a crowd please treat him as a normal bloke not a cheque book on legs, He
embarrasses easily.'

   She assured me she would but I could see her set to work on the other
files, turning firstly to the personal profiles of the guys involved to see
if she could find any more bachelors.

   We had made a habit of showing Arthur our underwear or lack of it, each
morning and both of us had been spanked on one occasion for forgetting his
biscuits.  I forgot I had a spare packet in my drawer for emergencies.

   Krysta was now getting most of the attention as she was obviously new to
his ideas.

   He had told us that his wife was pleased that he was getting a new
secretary.  I knew she had never liked me, but I remember thinking cattily
that, if she thought I was a tart, she was going to get a shock when she
met Krysta.

   Friday was my last day and Arthur had promised me lunch and had invited
Krysta along as well.  We had some leaving drinks with the rest of the Bank
the evening before and even then behaved impeccably all evening.  After all
you never know if you might need to go back somewhere.

   He had effectively closed his office for the afternoon telling anybody
who was interested that we were an hour or two away at a meeting and
wouldn't be back.

   He had chosen a little Russian restaurant off Pelham Place that had
private rooms.  The room we had was not much more than a table but
curtained off from the hall way with a pair of heavy drapes.  It was
obviously understood that the waiters would not come in when the curtains
were fully closed.  I couldn't help but wonder who had used this booth
before and what they had got up to.  It would have been spacious for two
people but three fitted in remarkably well with Arthur sitting in the
middle and one of us either side around a semi-circular shaped table.

   I could just imagine couples fucking on the bench seating.  There would
have just about enough room.

   The iced vodka flowed freely and the Beluga was accompanied by the most
magnificent pirojski and blinis.

   Arthur at the morning meeting had requested that we leave off our
brassieres but keep our g-strings on.

   I got Krysta to promise that she would give my bra to me next time I saw
her as I had no room in my tiny handbag for it.  And anyway there is
nothing sleazier than turning out underwear from your handbag while looking
for a ten pound note for the taxi driver.  I know.  I have done it.

   Consequently we had nothing on above the waist under our suit jackets.

   Krysta had a new lemon-yellow suit with light blue trim.  On most people
it would have looked over the top, but on her it just managed to look
delightful.  Actually tarty, I thought to myself cattily.

   Arthur had warned her that it should be considered a Friday suit as it
was a bit too bright for a business suit normally.  It did however suit her
olive complexion.

   Arthur quickly had our jackets undone and was enjoying himself licking
Beluga and sour cream from our nipples.

   The waiters of course knew what was going on even if we did pull our
jackets together at the sound of a discreet cough.

   A fine and expensive Georgian red wine was served next while we waited
for the main course.

   I was able to have a laugh at Krystas expense as the first splashes of
red wine from Arthurs over exuberant arm movements splashed onto her lemon
yellow jacket.

   'Take it off,' I suggested, with more than a hint of bitchiness.

   'No wait,' said Arthur taking me seriously.  'I've always wanted to do
this.  Take off your panties girls and give them to me please.'

   We did, a little mystified and then all was explained as the waiters now
served our shashlik of beef, served on sword shaped skewers while Arthur
obviously played with our panties, sniffing them and holding them up so the
waiters knew exactly what they were.

   I started to blush with embarrassment as the good-looking waiter caught
my eye.  This reminded me of our uni days.  I squirmed a little on my seat
as I started to moisten.  I gave myself a little rub which Krysta was quick
to spot.

   'What are you doing Frankie, can we all have a feel?  I am sure Igor can
help you?'

   What started as a little blush now turned me the colour of their
borscht. A half smile appeared on Igor's face as he tried to continue to
serve us.

   I was pleased when he went, at least until Arthur said, 'Now you can
take your jackets off girls.  I wouldn't want you to get food on them.  I
will take mine off as well.  In fact I will call Igor to look after them.'
He rang the push- button service bell.

   Igor must have been standing outside because he was into our cubby hole
before we had any chance to move.

   'Ah Igor thank you.  Can you take my jacket please and hang it up?  It
is quite warm in here.  And the young ladies please.'

   Arthur waited as Igor first helped Krysta and then me off with our
jackets.  He was obviously enjoying himself as we exposed ourselves.  He
really could have done with adjusting his trousers which were ballooning
nicely at the front.

   I was pleased that he also looked embarrassed as we two girls pointedly
looked at it.  It seemed to go over Arthur's head as he was happily tucking
into his beef.

   The beef really was good, Arthur was good company and the wine and vodka
had relaxed us to the point of not caring what happened next.

   Probably just as well.

   Igor had felt it necessary to bring a friend with him to collect the
three plates, so Yuri, where do they get these names?, also had an eyeful.

   They then brought in a selection of pastries, smothered in cream with a
wonderful bottle of Chateau Yquem dessert wine.

   This was my first taste of Yquem and while I knew my palate had to be
jaded after the vodka and wine, it was like a little taste of heaven.

   Fantastic.

   What was not so fantastic was to see Arthur reaching for Igor's bell
again.'

   Ah Igor, can you take the ladies skirts and hang them with the jackets
in the cupboard please.  It is very warm in here.'

   No sooner the word than the deed and Krysta was standing to divest
herself of her skirt.  Igor was going to get a wonderful view of both pussy
and bum as she bent to retrieve it from the floor.  I was a little more
discreet, lowering it from the seated position to the floor before handing
it to him.

   'Right, who is first,' Arthur murmured to himself.

   'Krysta, I think,' he continued.  'Igor can you help the young lady onto
to the table please.  And you can take the plates away.  We shall not be
needing them.'

   The alcohol was obviously getting to her as well and with no inhibitions
left, with Igor's help she stretched herself out on the table top.  Igor
proceeded to place some of the creamy sticky pastries onto her breasts and,
easing her legs apart, between her legs.

   'A little jug of cream would be nice please Igor and then you can leave
us for a while.  We will call if you need us.'

   Yuri returned with the jug and was obviously disappointed not to be
invited to help either.

   We told him to tell Igor to return with the clothes in thirty minutes
time when we would also appreciate three finger bowls and three clean
napkins.  Our timing was right.  Arthur and I had both enjoyed eating the
pastries from all of Krysta's orifices, with cream, both bovine and
man-made.  Another twenty minutes and we were able to put our clothing back
on, probably not wearing it as respectably as when we arrived, but
reasonably discreetly.  Fond farewells were said and I promised to drop in
at the office the moment that I was back from my travels.

   Now all I had to do was to remind Perry of his promise to ask for my
hand again and then arrange a marriage.

   The end.
   Perhaps.