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Little Doe
by Chrissy (Chrissyanne05@gmail.com)
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An adult/adult lesbian romance with erotica (not
erotica with romance) ... it is a love story. (FF, rom)
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LITTLE DOE
BY Anne Wilde
A Lesbian Romance
This is a copyrighted work of fiction written by the
author. It may not be reproduced and published
elsewhere without her permission.
Chapter 1
Anne Wilde felt pleased with herself as she sipped her
coffee and surveyed the small group seated round the
boardroom table. The meeting, called as a final
opportunity for everyone present to confirm all was
well for tomorrow's conference was drawing to a close
and as she sat listening to the chit chat of the group
she recalled the numerous meetings she herself had held
over the last three days. Meetings with all the hotel
department heads at which they had discussed everything
from accommodation, meals, minor seminars, cocktail
parties, even down to the timing and content of the
basic "Coffee and Tea" breaks.
Finally, with a lot of patience and determination, she
had managed to create an acceptable programme and when
at last she had presented it to Brian the hotel General
Manager (even though he had still insisted on this
final get together) he had paid her a warm and
appreciative compliment for her achievement.
Leaning back in her chair and casually glancing round
the table, she admitted to herself that the organising
had not been too difficult. True it had been hard work
initially but at the end of the day there had been few
real problems and it was now just a matter of awaiting
the arrival of the delegates. Most of them would be
arriving tomorrow and then, she mused, well it's just a
case of letting the conference proceed in its own sweet
way. She glanced down at the folder on the table in
front of her with its impressive blue and gold UN logo
beneath which, written in heavy gold leaf lettering,
was the caption 'United Nations Organisation for the
Voluntary Protection of the Environment'.
Turning her thoughts back to the conference that she
had spent so much time preparing for, she became
conscious of a distinct waning in her enthusiasm for
it. Oh well she sighed silently... the hard work's all
been done now... from now on my presence is purely
academic... I've done my bit and with the help of the
interpreter I don't really see any insurmountable
problems arising... there is nothing left for me to do
but wait and...
'Oh my God, the interpreter!' she muttered to herself
in sudden alarm and jerking forward in her chair, sat
up straight. Her sudden movement had caused Helen the
Hotel Head Receptionist to glance across at her with a
look of curious surprise and Anne smiled meekly at her
then looked down. Heart beating, she quickly skimmed
through her delegate list and there, almost at the top
among the VIP's, was the name she was looking for. Miss
Faith G. Hollings - Linguist - arrival Tuesday am. 'My
God she should have been here ages ago. She should be
here, here now at this meeting' she muttered to
herself...'Damn!' she again muttered under her breath.
'How could I possibly not have noticed her absence.
Without her we'll all be most certainly as Brian would
call it, in deep Do Do's!'
She glanced over at Helen who was casually leafing
through her papers. As soon as we finish here she
thought, I must ask her to check up on her for me. She
then recalled the special priority request she had been
given by Brian when she arrived. He had asked her to
"personally" look after the linguist throughout the
conference. 'Stick close to her please Anne, without
her we are really sunk. Try throughout the conference
to be a sort of PA to her if you can...'
Frowning Anne leant forward and highlighted the name
with a marker pen and placed the sheet on the top of
her papers. 'I'll bet she is a dreary old bat with no
sense of humour who will bore the pants off me she
thought and sighed dejectedly. Someone who just because
they can speak foreign languages becomes a VIP huh...
God I really do not fancy being shut in a cubicle at
the beck and call of some weird woman talking gibberish
into a microphone all day... to say nothing of...'
Suddenly realising how her mind had wandered again she
pulled her concentration back to the meeting and at the
same time mentally reprimanded herself. 'I shouldn't
make a pre-judgement on someone I've not even met. I'm
not like that. I'm being unreasonable and I'm forming a
negative view of her just because she's late. There
could be a hundred and one valid reasons for that and
anyway, she might turn out to be someone quite nice...'
Mike West, the Head of Security for the conference, was
the last to speak at the meeting and he was now nearly
finished. Anne remembering the times they had worked
together before viewed him with warm affection, and she
was grateful that he was here for this conference. A
nice guy she reflected, a truly 'nice guy' and a real
friend...and also she thought wryly, the only person in
the hotel that knows I am lesbian... With a small grin
she recalled her embarrassment when purely by accident
he had found out about her sexual preferences. In a
blind panic she had pleaded with him to not tell
anyone, tearfully explaining how it would ruin her
career if it ever became common knowledge.
She recalled how gentle and understanding he had been.
Telling her she was worrying unnecessarily and that
being gay, or being a lesbian as she politely
corrected, though disapproved of and unacceptable to
many, was no longer a crime. '...and anyway,' he had
joked with a broad smile. 'sod what others may think.'
Still, she had begged him not to divulge her secret and
chuckling with amusement he had reassured her. He had
promised. 'If that was what you want then fine, your
secret is safe' he had said, and added with genuine
humour that he thought 'she was quite bonkers and was
being totally paranoid about the whole thing.'
"...and that folks," Mike stated to cheerfully, "is
about it!" and looking across to Helen and then Anne he
said. "Here you go you two, photos of the VIP's I
promised for ID purposes." He pushed a small envelope
across to Helen and as he handed Anne a similar one
their eyes met and he gave her a barely perceptible
grin.
"The information on the back of these photos is
needless to say, strictly confidential," he went on
aloud looking back to Helen, "and definitely not for
publication. Please, both of you, I cannot stress the
importance keeping these photos safe. Helen, I would be
grateful if as soon as you can you would discreetly
match them with the guests when they check in and then
let me have them back with the relevant arrival slips.
As I mentioned earlier, we need to check fingerprints
and signatures..."
Standing up, Brian briefly thanked all present for
their presence and with a cheerful wish of "Good Luck
to all" declared the meeting over. Everyone stood up
and began to slowly leave the room except Anne, who
remained seated. Now what she thought, was Mike's funny
look for as casually, she opened the envelope and
spread the contents out on the table in front of her.
There were about a dozen photos and somewhat
disinterestedly she glanced through them and was just
about to scoop them back up and put them in her
briefcase when the last one, a partly hidden head and
shoulders colour snap of a woman, caught her eye.
Separating it from the others she picked it up and as
her eyes focused on the picture she caught her breath.
A bright clear pair of grey green eyes stared back at
her sending a tingling shiver that stirred the hairs on
the back of her neck and slid smoothly down her spine
to settle deep in the base of her tummy and groin. 'Oh
my' she murmured to herself 'Oh my, oh my now you
really are something else...'
She studied the picture closely and mentally took in
and absorbed the features. 'Your mouth's a little wide'
she thought critically 'and those lips, they're just a
bit too full but, but they're sensual and somehow... is
it your mouth or is it your eyes? There's the faintest
suspicion of a cynical little smile there... and oh
those eyes, could they really be that colour?... Well,
you're not beautiful but, but you're definitely yummy!'
and without realising it, as she turned the photo over
to scan the back, she ran her tongue over her lips.
On the back of the photo, surmounted by the familiar
Foreign Office logo, was a brief personal resume across
which in heavy red print was stamped the word
"CONFIDENTIAL". Quickly she read the text.
IDENTITY DETAILS
Surname: Hollings
Other Names: Faith Georgina
Sex: Female
Nationality: British
Race: CaucasianDate of Birth. 10. 02.1960
Status: Single Hair Colour. Blonde
Colour of Eyes: Grey/GreenHeight 6 feet 1 inch
Weight: 185 lb.
Build: Heavy
Profession: LinguistMilitary Rank. CMRA Major
Security Clearance:
MOD Grade 4
Notable Identification marks:
Thin knife wound scar on
left breast.
Other Information:
Judo Black Belt [Dan 3].
Civilian Pilots Licence:
Class B.
Validated: December 1995
'Well, I'll be damned,' she thought. 'So you are the
studious little old bat I am supposed to be looking
after are you. Let's see, 1960 - that makes you thirty-
six, five years older than me... but six foot one! Jeez
that's tall. Even for a man that's taller than average
and 185 lbs? Next to me you must be enormous! Lets
see... six foot one to the short side of five foot one
and I am 100 lbs, just... I guess that would put my
face about level with your boobs!' She chuckled
silently and turned the photo over again to study the
picture. 'Well now, I think perhaps I might enjoy this
conference after all...' she thought with small grin.
"I thought she might catch your attention. She's quite
something eh!" Mike's quiet voice interrupted her
speculations and he added softly "and hey, wipe your
mouth. You're drooling!"
"Michael for heaven's sake shhh!" Anne gasped in a
startled whisper, glancing nervously round the room.
She felt her face warming with embarrassment and was
thankful that no one was near enough to have heard
them. After briefly glancing back at the photo she
looked up and smiled at him. "Well I have to admit that
if what I see and what I read is fact, then yes she
really is quite something." and pushing her chair back
she stood up and turned to face him. "I don't suppose
you have met her have you Mike?" she asked
nonchalantly, trying her best to sound only mildly
interested.
Mike smiled. "Noooo, I haven't met her but I very much
look forward to doing so." He pointed to the photo. "I
have a better one than that of her in my office. A
full- length one and I can tell you, don't be misled by
the description on the back. It makes her out to be a
bit of a jumbo but I can assure you she is nothing of
the sort. She is big yes, but from what I have seen and
heard she is absolutely stunning. A sort of a cross
between a fashion model and a Royal Marine PT
instructor! I confess I really am looking forward to
meeting her." He laughed lightly and added. "Purely
from a business point of view of course!"
"Well I won't bother with the full length photo just
now Mike, I'll wait for the real thing!" Anne laughed.
"But what's a C M R A Major for heaven's sake, that's a
new one on me and what's all the Judo bit, a Dan 3?"
"Oh that? Well CMRA is a rank sometimes given out by
the Foreign Office or is it the MOD I can't recall.
It's a Civilians Military Rank Allocation to be
precise. It's given to a civilian if they, the Foreign
Office or Ministry of Defence, feel it might help in
certain situations. You know a sort of temporary rank
to be used if and when required in a military
occupational environment. Generally it is for dodgy
overseas assignments. As for the Dan thingy? Well, I am
not too well up on Judo but I do know that in Judo
there are various stages of proficiency. You get a
different coloured belt for whatever class you achieve.
Ku's I think they are called.
"If my memory serves me right you start with 6th Ku,
which is a white belt. 5th I think is yellow, then
Orange, Green, Blue, Brown and then the Black Belt.
After that I think you go up in Dan's. To about seven
or eight I think and you then get into a red and white
belt category, a plain Red Belt it the top grade I
think but I really am not too sure. The last few I do
know are very rarely achieved. In fact achieving a
Brown is quite something let alone the Black. She
really must be quite lethal.
"I gather she speaks God knows how many languages and
has mingled with the highest of the high and I am
talking US and Russian presidents high! She's very
highly regarded and as you may have seen, she has a
very high security clearance. There are few civilians
who get a CMRA at all let alone one of Major,
particularly a woman and someone as young as her, and I
am not being sexist I am being honest. My personal view
is that she must be connected somehow to intelligence,
military intelligence, but that really is just my own
view and not to be repeated.
"Socially she is also a bit of a mystery. Very little
is known about her private life and she's ex-directory
and all that. It's rumoured that she is stinking rich
and doesn't need to work at all. For all that though I
hear she does treat her job very seriously." He grinned
at her and whispered meaningfully. "I've been saving
her for you!" and adding in a matter of fact tone he
said. "I think Helen knows a bit about her. Check with
her!"
"Oh I am not really interested." Anne said lightly. She
was lying and she knew it she retorted angrily when she
saw Mike smile at her raising an eyebrow in query "It's
just that she reminds me of someone that's all. I just
can't quite place her!"
"Bollocks, and I know exactly where I'd like to place
her." Mike chuckled leering suggestively.
"Oh God Mike, can't you just for once get your brains
out of your pants you, you chauvinist pig!" she hissed
and scowling menacingly playfully went to hit him.
"Now really children! and you Miss Wilde, such talk
from a lady, and now violence too? Just behave the both
of you!" The tall thin frame of Helen Welling had
suddenly appeared at their side but she was smiling
with amusement. "So what's this all about anyway?" she
chuckled.
"We, we were looking at this and this animal was making
crude suggestions as to what he would like to do her!"
Anne replied trying to look and sound detached as she
held up Faiths photo.
"Ahh... the famous Faith Hollings! Yes, she is quite
something isn't she." Helen grinned and looking at Mike
added "I honestly would not suggest stepping out of
line with that one Mike, in case you hadn't noticed she
is bigger than you and just to boot, she's a judo black
belt!"
"Yes, Mike was just explaining the Judo bit to me."
Anne quipped. "As he says, she sounds quite lethal. At
least I'll sleep secure for the next couple of nights.
I put her in the room next to mine."
"Well that was lucky wasn't it!" Mike smiled at her
knowingly and feeling the start of another flush of
embarrassment forming Anne turned away and busied
herself with her files. After a short pause however she
looked round and seeing Mike was now out of earshot
talking to Brian she spoke quietly to Helen.
"Do you know her then Helen? Faith I mean, Faith
Hollings?" she asked.
"Well no, I don't know her personally. But I do know a
bit about her. According to a friend of mine who has
met her she is a remarkably attractive woman and is
apparently also quite a character. She is believed to
be one of the top, if not the top UN linguists around
and is very dedicated to her job. I also heard though
that she not only works very hard but she also plays
very hard. She likes a drink now and then and can hold
it. Rumour has it that one night she actually drank
Yeltzin the Russian President under the table!" and
with a laugh she added. "I am sorry to say though, I
have no juicy gossip about her. She has managed to keep
her private life pretty well private!"
"Hmmm, very interesting." Anne smiled. "Nobody seem to
know very much about her. A right little mystery woman
isn't she!" They both laughed and she quickly gathered
all the photos up and put them into her briefcase and
together, the two women headed for the door.
"I have a parcel for our Major Hollings." Helen said as
they left the room. "I have it in the safe in
Reception. Should I give it to you?"
"Sure, no problem." Anne replied and when they reached
reception and entered Helens office Helen opened a safe
and took out a thick brown envelope.
"There you go, it's all yours!" she said handing the
package to Anne.
"Thanks," Anne acknowledged. "So, who made her booking
then? I am a little concerned since she should have
arrived here ages ago. She's my only loose end at the
moment and she is very late, should have been here this
morning..."
She looked down at the package that Helen had given her
and turned it over. It was heavily sealed with brown
packing tape and a label, stamped in bold red type read
Strictly Confidential - Attention Addressee Only and it
was addressed to Miss F G Hollings. c/o The Williamson
Hotel. 'Well, at least you are a Miss' she thought
noting that it had been delivered by special courier.
She also saw Mike West's signature and security stamp
confirming it had been X-rayed.
"Well yes, I think you are right." Helen replied. "Just
hang on a moment and I'll get her reservation details
out." and moving over to a metal filing cabinet on her
desk she pulled out a folder. Flicking through it she
produced a thin sheaf of papers which she studied
briefly. "I seem to remember that it was a travel
agency booking.... ah ha! Here we go. The Foreign
Office originally made the booking and she is supposed
to be flying in from Moscow today. It says "am" arrival
so yes she is late. I have a flight number if you want
to check it out."
"Please I had better find out where she has got to and
when she will be arriving." Anne replied. "God I hope
we don't have a major crisis already. The conference
hasn't started yet!" and turning back to Helen she
handed her the parcel. "This looks far too important
not to be locked away Helen. You had better keep it in
the safe till we know when she is due in, then with a
chuckle she added. "It's all a bit cloak and dagger
isn't it! Do you think she is a secret agent or
something, you know, like a female 007 or something!"
"Oh really Anne for goodness sake, you do talk rubbish
some times." Helen scoffed.
"Okay okay, I know." Anne grinned. "But she just might
be, you never know!" They both laughed and turning away
Anne added. "I gota go Helen, I'll catch you later."
and leaving the reception office she walked across the
wide lobby to the small office she had been given for
the duration of her stay.
Once inside, Anne swiftly took the photos out from her
briefcase and placed them in a neat pile on her desk
and seating herself at the desk she pressed the call
button on her phone.
"Hi, would you get me International Arrivals at
Heathrow please?" she asked quietly, and picking up the
photo of Faith Hollings she gazed at it thoughtfully.
"Well well well...You really are something aren't you
Miss Faith Hollings!" and as she studied the picture
she felt her pulse quickening again and once more,
without thinking, she licked her lips. The phone rang
and without taking her eyes off the photo, she picked
up the receiver.
Several minutes later there was a light tap on the door
and Helen entered. Anne was still holding and looking
at Faiths picture and feeling decidedly guilty, she
quickly replaced it on the pile and looked up. Had
Helen known what she was thinking at that instant she
thought with amusement, she would have been horrified
and probably disgusted! "Hi!" she smiled innocently.
"What's new?"
"Well I just thought I would check if there was any joy
with the Hollings woman?" Helen said. "and here, I
brought you a coffee." She placed a mug on Anne's desk
and went on. "She should have been here hours ago you
know."
"I know, now. I just found out that her flights'
running several hours late. Heathrow said they would
call me as soon as she had arrived. Apparently they are
expecting the flight at any moment and the Foreign
Office have a chauffeured car standing by to bring her
here."
"Oh er, that's posh for you. She must be a VIP then."
Helen joked. "I hope for your sake she isn't going to
be a stuck up little Hooray Henry. Still, that's your
problem isn't it, you're the one who has to look after
her and work with her. Very closely in fact for the
next forty-eight hours or so if you count tonight."
Helens voice had an element of coldness to it and she
looked at Anne sympathetically. "You had better watch
out, she may be a big butch Lez and try to seduce you!"
I should be so lucky Anne thought wistfully and
clearing her throat she said "Thanks but actually I
don't think she will be a problem. She just doesn't
look the type to look for trouble. It's usually short
arsed little buggers like me that cause problems and
for the record, I don't think a six foot plus 185 lb.
"Butch Les" as you call her would be interested in a
titch like me. Mike incidentally seems to think she
brill!"
"I'm five eleven but unfortunately I'm nowhere near 185
lb.!" Helen said. "Actually 185 is not that heavy for
someone her height, it sounds a lot but it is not if
it's well dispersed!" She walked to the door then
turned to face Anne. "and perhaps I should remind you
Anne, Mike thinks any female is brill as you call it so
I wouldn't bank on that being the case with our Miss
Hollings!"
"True, very true but all will be revealed!" Anne
grinned and as she spoke the phone rang and quickly
answering it she held up her hand to Helen. After a
brief pause, with a polite "Thank you, thank you for
calling us" she put the phone down and looked back up
to Helen. "That was Heathrow. She is on her way. Should
be here in less than an hour. The flight was delayed...
by four hours to be precise."
"Poor little thing must be shattered. Probably been
travelling for days!" Helens voice had warmed
noticeably and she went on. "If you are going to meet
her then I will get her room card ready. You can stop
by reception and collect it for her and I'll also
register her for you when she arrives, it'll save
time."
Anne chuckled aloud. "Oh you're sooo sweet Helen, and I
thought you were such a hard bitch! What happened to
the potential pain in the arse by the way, the Hooray
Henry? The Big Butch Les?... Oh and by the way Helen
dear, for the record, she a is a woman of thirty six
who is over six feet tall and weighs in at 185 pounds.
She is also alleged to be stinking rich and just for
kicks is a judo black belt and flies bloody aeroplanes!
By any stretch of the imagination, our "Major" Faith
Hollings is definitely not a poor little thing!"
They both laughed and Helen grinned. "Okay but you know
what I mean! Let's give her the benefit of the doubt
shall we, just for now?" and with a casual wave she
left the office closing the door behind her.
Anne looked again at the photo. So Miss Hollings, are
you a big butch lesbian about to seduce me? What ever
you are the more I see and hear about you the more and
more interested I get. My God we haven't even met and
you've already got my libido doing overtime... With a
smile she looked at her watch and replacing the photo
carefully on the pile she locked them in her desk
drawer and stood up. Critically she glanced at herself
in the mirror and brushing the creases from her skirt
she straightened her blouse and pushed her thick black
hair back over her shoulders. Turning from the mirror
she crossed the room and locking the door behind her
left her office.
"Just going to pop up to my room to freshen up a bit
but you can bleep me if you need me." she called to
Helen as she passed Reception. "I'll only be a few
minutes or so." Helen waved acknowledgement and she
hurried up the stairs to her room. In her suite, after
closing the door behind her, she quickly removed her
skirt and blouse and after a quick wash seated herself
at the dressing table. She felt excited. Physically and
mentally excited at the prospect of Faith's arrival and
picking up her hair brush, as she began vigorously
brushing her long dark hair, she was tense with
anticipation.
Finally, after some meticulous application of her
makeup, she stood up. Crossing over to a wardrobe she
removed a clean white cotton shirt and a short cream
skirt and after slipping them on, pirouetted before the
mirror, examining her reflection. Appreciatively, she
noted the snug fit of the skirt and blouse and
smoothing and straightening them silently admitted that
for a shortie, figure wise she didn't look 'half bad'
and with a final adjusting touch to her hair, she stood
back.
"That's the best I can manage for you now Miss
Hollings." She murmured aloud and as she stepped into a
pair of white high heels murmured quietly. "I hope you
are ready for some very, very personal attention when
you get here Faith Hollings, because you're about to
get a king size portion!" and with a final glance at
the mirror she walked to the door but, as she went to
open it, she glanced briefly at the other door in the
corner of the lounge.
It was the adjoining door to Room 111. The room she had
allocated to Faith Hollings. "Well," she muttered
quietly crossing over to it and she turned the key to
unlocked it. "Let's not have any barriers between us
shall we, we don't want to give the wrong
impression..." She glanced at her watch. "...about half
an hour to go I guess and she'll be here... Let's just
hope Helen's wrong about the butch bit." and with a
chuckle she left her suite, closed the door behind her
and made her way down to the foyer.
Chapter 2
Wearily Faith Hollings entered the arrivals concourse
at Heathrow Airport and after commandeering a stray
luggage trolley she retrieved her two cases from the
carousel and headed for Customs. Like most trolleys the
one she had found had a mind of it's own and making her
way somewhat erratically into the customs area she
watched with mild concern a customs officer observing
her inelegant progress. As she moved up the isle in the
direction of the exit the expression on the officers
face was one of amusement with a heavy overtone of
lechery, and for a moment she was annoyed. Randy bugger
she muttered to herself but realising he was showing
more interest in her and in what he envisioned lay
within the confines of her clothes rather than in her
luggage she was almost thankful.
With a tight condescending smile she wrestled the manic
trolley past him and though still very much aware of
his continued observation of her backside was too
fatigued to be bothered with a retaliatory or
reprimanding glance. Dream on sunshine she muttered
under her breath, it's the wrong time wrong place and
for you amigo, for what you are after you are the wrong
gender as well... But as she rounded the corner and
disappeared from his vision into the main terminal she
gave a quiet sigh of relief and pushing the deranged
trolley across the crowded terminal hall, battled her
way through the throng of people to finally reached the
airline desk.
"I am Faith Hollings." she politely informed a ground
receptionist seated behind the counter. "I have just
come in on your Moscow flight? Hopefully you have some
messages for me?"
The receptionist looked up and on seeing Faith stood up
immediately and replied with gushing enthusiasm. "Oh
Miss Hollings, oh yes I do!" Faith noted the woman's
quick but undisguised visual body check and resulting
look of approval and as Faith gave her a guarded but
friendly smile she went on. "I do have a message for
you Miss Hollings but on behalf of the Company may I
first apologise for the delay on your flight? I believe
it was explained to you in Moscow that the delay was
for reasons beyond our control... a corny phrase I know
but it really was out of our hands. This business with
the Chinese President dying, I am afraid everyone's air
traffic schedules from the East and Far East have been
very badly disrupted over the last twenty-four hours.
All the same though, we sincerely apologise for any
inconvenience you have incurred." She smiled broadly at
Faith who again noticed her eyes drop to gaze quickly
and approvingly, if not lovingly over her figure.
Though appreciating the homage, Faith returned the
smile but without giving encouragement. "Please don't
worry about it. Though I have to admit I could have
done without the delay. I am just a little bit weary."
For a moment they stood looking at each other until
Faith finally, with some amusement, broke the silence
and said politely. "The message? You said you had a
message for me, may I have it please?"
"Oh the message. Yes but of course Miss Hollings!" The
woman's face coloured as she quickly looked down to her
desk and retrieved an envelope which Faith saw had her
name on it. "A suite has been reserved for you Miss
Hollings at the Williamson Hotel. For three nights and
transport has also been arranged for you. The journey
from here to the hotel takes about three quarters of an
hour to an hour... depending on the traffic of course!
Are you ready to leave now?"
Faith nodded and handing the envelope to a uniformed
chauffeur who had suddenly appeared at her side the
receptionist went on. "Please go with Peter Miss
Hollings, he is your chauffeur and will take care of
you and your luggage." and with what Faith thought was
far more enthusiasm than would normally have been
expected by the airline, she added the obligatory "...
I wish you a pleasant journey and thank you for flying
with us. I do hope you will fly with us again!" Faith
gave her a friendly polite farewell smile and then
turned to the chauffeur who picked up the two cases and
together they walked towards the main terminal exit.
When they reached the doors he turned to her. "Please
wait here Ma'am whilst I bring the car. I will be just
a moment." Faith nodded and watched him depart with her
luggage. The instant that the doors swished open then
closed behind him a chill gust of damp air had swirled
through the gap to remind her that summer in the UK was
long gone.... Better than St. Petersburg and Moscow
though she thought as hurriedly she slipped her jacket
on and moments later when Peter pulled up in a shining
black XJ, she walked to it quickly, hugging herself
tightly to keep out the cold. Thanking a porter who had
rushed to open the door for her she ducked inside and
settled comfortably back into her seat.
"It should take us about an hour ma'am," Peter said
politely "just you relax and enjoy the drive."
The car pulled smoothly away and soon they were quickly
slotted into the motorway traffic heading for London.
Faith stretched her legs out and rested her head back
on the headrest. Generally speaking she decided, these
last couple of days have not been ones I want to
remember. In fact, they have been a shambles! She
recalled arriving at a freezing Sheremetyevo airport in
Moscow at four am that morning.
The delayed flight from St. Petersburg causing her to
miss the connection flight to London and then finding
that the next flight to London hadn't even arrived and
that she would have a four hour wait. That I could have
done without she thought glancing at her watch. I've
been travelling now for over eighteen hours... and I
worked for nine hours before that... Realising she was
tired and appreciating the warmth and silent comfort of
the car she closed her eyes. It's nice at last not to
having to talk she told herself, and it's even nicer
not having to think!
But she did think. She was back in England and brief
fleeting and painful recollections shadowed across her
mind reminding her that all her hard work over the last
couple of months sadly, had been a self-inflicted
burden. A burden she had taken on in an effort to blot
out the grief of Sally walking out on her. She recalled
the desolation and despair she had experienced as the
memories of arriving home exactly three months ago to
the day returned. How she had been greeted not with the
love and affection she'd expected but instead a neat
cryptic note from her now ex-lover. After five years
she had "met someone else" and left. Left without a
trace.
She remembered shutting herself away in what had been
'their room' for two whole days and nights lost in
grief... and then I hit the bottle... God how ill I
felt afterwards, it was weeks before I could face a
drink again and even now the thought of Scotch makes me
gag! I was so lucky Annette and Sylvie had been there
to watch over me. Eventually, with unbelievable
patience they had coaxed me back to reality. They were
so understanding... flat mates but true friends as
well... true friends are hard to find but I have
definitely got a couple there. I owe them both... and
since then? Well I've combated the loneliness and
sadness with hard work. Driving my self to the limit
has kept my mind occupied and basically the exercise
has been successful. I have recovered as they said I
would. A little hardened and even a little bitter
perhaps but time does heal... but it also leaves its
scars...
"Hotel Williamson Ma'am!" Suddenly aware of a voice she
blinked her eyes open. The car had stopped outside the
hotel and Peter was getting out. He opened her door and
said. "The porter will look after your luggage Ma'am,
enjoy your stay here."
Quickly she retrieved a ten pound note from her purse
and getting out of the car handed it to him with a
smiling "Thank you". Seeing a porter collecting her
cases she acknowledged Peters polite touch of his cap
and seeking the sanctuary of the hotel, passed swiftly
through the revolving doors in to the welcoming warmth
of a modern spacious hotel lobby. Now this is more like
it she thought. Civilisation again. She paused, briefly
taking in the comfortable surroundings, then locating
the check-in desk began to walk across the wide hall,
closely followed by the luggage-bearing porter.
* * *
Sitting patiently at a courtesy desk in the foyer
awaiting her arrival Anne had seen the car pull up. Her
heart beat quickened as she briefly glimpsed the tall
blonde figure exit the car and she waited with bated
breath for her to enter the hall. When she did, her
heart literally tripped over it's self. Oh My God she
gasped silently, she really is impressive... and
getting up from her chair she walked round the desk and
watched as Faith paused for a moment then purposefully
moved across the hall towards reception. Move is the
right word for it she thought. She doesn't walk she,
she glides...
As she studied her more closely the pleasurable little
shiver she had experienced when she first saw her photo
returned and the next emotion that swathed through her
was one of an overpowering, very basic, sexual arousal.
She felt her sex suddenly warm and tighten, her nipples
hardened and suddenly her mouth was very dry. She
licked her lips and fazed for a moment, almost dizzy,
she leant back against the corner of the desk to steady
herself. Oh my she whispered again under her breath,
but you really are something else. You are everything I
expected and more... but you are gorgeous...!
With a deep sigh she pushed herself away from the desk
and somehow managed to start walking towards her.
Mesmerised, she watched as Faith casually removed her
jacket to reveal smooth sun-tanned arms. They looked
strong but not muscular and Anne again licked her lips
and her eyes were drawn to the full gentle swell of
Faiths breasts. She sighed again and swallowed as her
mind quickly digested the details of Faiths stature and
general appearance. She's taller and she's bigger than
I imagined. The photo brief had said "Build - Heavy"
but that's a tad unfair... her figure is magnificent,
big but it's so perfectly proportioned...!
"Miss Hollings, Miss Faith Hollings?" She heard herself
call and determined to appear efficient she steeled
herself for their meeting. When Faith turned and their
eyes met. Immediately her heart thudded, tripped a beat
and she faltered. Thankfully her legs that had suddenly
threatened to give way didn't, and though feeling
unsteady, she battled on and reaching Faith held out
her hand. "Miss Hollings. I am Anne Wilde the
Conference Co-ordinator. Welcome to the Williamson
Hotel."
Hearing her name called Faith had stopped and turned.
She saw Anne approaching her and watched her with
immediate interest. She is obviously confident that I
am who she thinks I am she thought quickly taking in
the neat trim figure and wavy dark shoulder length hair
and smiling face. My but you are a cute little bundle
aren't you she mused, and returning the smile took the
offered hand. "Yes, I am Faith Hollings." she said
quietly.
For a second Anne was speechless as her body took
another battering of emotional turmoil. Faiths eyes
were the clear grey green she had seen in the photo and
her voice was soft, low and in her view, unbelievably
sensuous. Suddenly conscious of the light cool pressure
of Faiths hand she gazed down stared at the long slim
fingers that held her. They're beautiful she thought
and realising she had been holding on to them far too
long she quickly released them and looking back up at
Faith said. "I am here to look after you Miss Hollings,
I gather you have had a bit of a rotten day so far!"
"Well thank you Miss Wilde." Faith answered smiling
down at her. "Actually yes, it has been a bit of a
rough couple of days! How did you know who I was?"
"Oh that was quite easy really Miss Hollings. I knew
what time your flight came in from Moscow even though
it was late and I also recognised you from the photo in
our security file." With a quiet laugh she added. "I
also have friends at the airport. They tipped me off by
ringing me to say you were on your way!"
They were standing very close to each other and Faith,
aware of the slight fragrance of Anne's body, found
herself deliberately inhaling. Oh dear me she thought
wryly when she realised what she had done. Now I
haven't done that for a while. She looked down at Anne
and smiled. "Well, I am impressed and I'm flattered
Miss Wilde and I really don't think I warrant such
attention!"
Anne chuckled. "If you would be kind enough to come
with me I have a couple of bits and pieces for you and
I disagree! Contrary to what you say, the Hotel
Williamson has never had such a prestigious conference
as this one and without you being here it would be a
complete non-starter!"
"You're very kind but I assure you there are dozens of
other interpreters who could do the job just as ably as
I," Faith replied. "but I do thank you for the
complement!" Anne indicated a nearby courtesy desk and
as they moved towards it Faith felt a light pressure on
the small of her back and realised it was Anne's hand
lightly guiding her. Oh yes, she thought. You can dish
out this sort of looking after treatment as much as you
like little one, it's just what I need right now.
Deliberately she let her body drift over to brush
Anne's side and though the contact was barely more than
a gentle nudge she enjoyed the contact and realised,
with a touch of amusement, that very subtly she was
flirting with her.
Anne was now totally smitten and captivated by Faith.
The warm smile, the soft low voice and the unwavering
gaze... That in it's self is enough to turn me on she
thought but the warmth and firmness beneath my hand on
her back... Wow! God but she is just something else...
Then it happened. She felt the gentle contact of Faiths
hip and thigh on her side and she caught her breath as
the wave of blatant sexual awareness and yearning
surged through her. Thankfully they had reached the
desk but as she quickly went to walk round it to sit
down she inadvertently bumped into Faith, and to her
dismay, she felt her breast briefly but very firmly
press into Faiths arm.
"Oh I - I am sorry!" she stammered pulling away. She
could feel her face turning crimson and hurriedly sat
down behind the desk and avoiding eye contact with
Faith, she fumbled with her keys to open the drawer.
She swallowed and cleared her throat. "Tell me Miss
Hollings. How many languages do you speak?" As soon as
she asked the question she regretted it. If that isn't
the stupidest bloody question of the year I don't know
what is she sighed silently. She's a multi-linguist for
Gods sake... Oh God I'm lost... I need time, time to
pull myself together...
Faith had felt the soft and distinctly feminine touch
on her bare arm. She had immediately registered the
tender yet firm roundness of Anne's small breast
through her thin cotton blouse and the smaller hard
little imprint of what she knew could only be the point
of a decidedly firm little nipple. It had been
unmistakable and her own body had instantly reacted,
and powerfully. Her own nipples at once had hardened
and smooth tingling engulfed her sex. Somewhat taken
aback by the force of her physical reactions, she
looked down at Anne who had seated herself and after
nonchalantly pushing her hair back over her shoulders,
was now unlocking a drawer in the desk as though
nothing had happened.
"Oh, about eight or ten I guess." she replied.
"Fluently that is, but I can get through on a couple of
others." Come on Hollings she muttered to herself, get
your act together for heavens sake. Your getting
carried away here...
Anne once more cleared her throat. "I have you booked
into a suite on the first floor Miss Hollings. It's not
non-smoking as I didn't know if you did. Smoke I mean.
I hope that is all right. I can change it if you wish?"
She forced herself to look up at Faith but meeting
again the unwavering stare had to look away again. God
but you are devastating, your overpowering me and I'm
not used to being overpowered... in my little world I
do the overpowering... Nervously she moved the
brochures round on the desk, stacking them into neat
little piles, fighting for time to collect herself.
"That will be fine." Faith replied quietly. "I don't
smoke but that will be fine and please, if we are going
to be working together and I hope be friends, can we
drop the formality? I would prefer you called me by my
first name." She realised she was repeating herself and
cursed under her breath and little alarm bells rang at
the back of her mind. Accidental or not she mused, and
I think that last touch was, any physical contact with
you little one is going to cause me serious problems.
This is no ordinary encounter and you are no ordinary
woman. If your lesbian, if you make a play for me, I
know I will be unable to or want to resist... She shook
her head. I'm too weak right now, too vulnerable. I
must keep my distance... and returning Anne's smile,
she ruefully stroked her arm.
"Thank you Faith and please, please call me Anne. I
hope and I'm sure we will be very good friends." Having
at last retrieved the right key unlocked the desk
drawer and produced "the package" she went on. "This is
for you, it arrived yesterday. It looks sort of
important." She handed her the parcel and as she meekly
sat in front of her she felt her pulse throbbing
noisily in her temples and felt drained and unsure of
herself. This is bloody stupid... for goodness sake
pull yourself together Wilde, you can handle this...
"Ahhh thanks." Faith replied. "I was a little worried
that this might not have arrived. Actually it's the
written text of the opening speeches for tomorrow. I'll
be giving an on the spot translation of course but they
insist on a written copy of the actual speeches. They
being the Russian delegation that is. I will have to
type the translations for them... do you happen to know
if my typewriter's been delivered? It is a sort of,
well it's a very special type of word processor!"
"It came yesterday and I had it put in your room." Anne
smiled.
"Great, and thank you. I'll do these later after I have
unpacked. Perhaps I can get some photocopies done?"
"Sure, of course." Anne answered enthusiastically.
"Just give me a buzz when you're ready. How long will
the typing take you?" Faith was holding the package in
both hands, turning it over as she examined it and Anne
watched, again mesmerised. Those hands, those fingers,
they are so long and so sensual...
"Oh an hour or so I guess." Faith replied. "Not too
long hopefully with Sam's help. She's a bit like a
conveyer belt, you shove all the Russian in one end,
she looks at it, and then shoves the English version
out at the other and vice versa. It's cheating really
but I do have to check her grammar. She isn't very hot
on that!"
She had laughed lightly and Anne gazed at her in silent
adoration. God but you're gorgeous when you laugh. I
must make you laugh more often Faith Hollings... then
pulling herself together she asked with a grin. "You,
you call your typewriter Sam?"
"But of course!" Faith chuckled. "She has to have a
name. I believe it's the Buddhist monks who consider
everything, even machines have an awareness, a soul of
some sort so, I gave my processor a name just in case.
Samantha actually!"
"Well, I didn't know about the monks but I call my PC
Sophie so I guess after all I'm not so daft as some
think!" Anne smiled. "Anyway, I have a message for you
from a Mr Howard? He called to say he would not be
arriving tonight. He says he will see you before the
conference tomorrow morning."
"Oh yes that's Mark," Faith replied. "he's sort of my
boss."
"Oh, I see. Well here is the room card for your Room,
Room 111 and you do not need to register as Helen, our
head of Reception who you will meet later, has already
done it for you. As I said before Faith, please call on
me if you need anything at all. We are here to help."
She handed Faith the small perspex room card and as
Faith took it from her, their fingers fleetingly
touched. The brief contact sent a little shiver of
awareness swathing up her arm and she stared for a
moment at the long fingers then looking up she met
Faiths steady unwavering gaze.
Her close proximity was beautifully overpowering and
her insides churned as her awareness of Faiths
intoxicating sexuality enveloped her. God but I want
you Faith Hollings she silently murmured. You're
unbelievable, I'll never be able to keep my hands off
you if we are going to be together for two whole
days... your just too much...
Pulling her eyes away and taking a deep breath she went
on. "Your room card is also your door key. Although for
you all services are complimentary in the hotel should
you use any of the hotel services the hotel does ask
that you show the card if requested to do so. If you
have any problems whatsoever Faith, please call me. I
have a bleeper so just dial 977 on the nearest phone,
tap in the extension number you are on and replace the
receiver. I will be in touch immediately.
"We are neighbours by the way, I'm in Room 110 and Oh,
I almost forgot. Although many of the delegates arrive
tomorrow an informal buffet reception has been arranged
for eight-thirty this evening. There should be at least
a couple of dozen delegates there plus members of the
hotel management and senior staff. I do hope you will
attend!" She looked at Faith questioningly, raising an
eyebrow. At least I sound efficient she thought having
struggled to sound natural. Let's hope I look
efficient... but she is so impressive, so cool, so
tempting...
"I will look forward to it Anne and I'll call you when
I have finished this lot," Faith said holding up the
papers. "though I think that perhaps I'll shower and
maybe just get my head down for a couple of hours. I am
a bit weary. I had a very early start this morning, in
fact thinking about it it was yesterday when I actually
started travelling!"
"Of course Faith, if I haven't heard from you by about
seven thirty I'll give you a call," then with a sudden
pang of guilt Anne added "unless of course you are too
tired and would rather perhaps give tonight a miss. I
will quite understand!" Holding her breath she waited
for Faiths reply. Don't you dare she prayed, don't you
dare say you won't come, if you do I'll scream...
"Oh no, not at all, it will do me good. I look forward
to it." Faith answered and with a broad smile said.
"Providing of course that you will be there to look
after me. I am a stranger here you know!" A twinge of
nervous but pleasurable raw adrenaline slid through her
chest as she realised she was again mildly flirting
with her and she looked down into the clear blue eyes
with a sudden renewed interest. You young lady... I
think you and I should... Mentally she shook herself.
Oh for heaven's sake she murmured silently, behave
yourself...
Anne was for a moment lost for words then finding her
voice she gasped. "But of course I will Faith!" and
regaining her composure she said. "I know you must be
weary after your journey so I will let you go now. I'll
tell reception that you are not to be disturbed." and
thinking for a moment she said "I'm afraid you've
missed the restaurant for lunch but you can order
anything you like from room service... may I order you
something?"
"Thanks but I'm fine, I ate on the flight over and I
have been offered so many meals in the last couple
days, dinners, breakfasts and lunches at the airports
and on the aircraft. I couldn't face food right now
thanks but one thing I would like to do, may I put my
passport and some money in the hotel safe?"
"Of course, I will take you to reception. Unless you
would like me to do it for you." Anne offered. "I can
give you the receipt later this evening before we come
down."
"That would be kind. Thank you." Faith replied and she
quickly opened her hand bag and took out her passport
and a small envelope. Anne again watched Faiths hands
as she manipulated the envelope and passport and her
heart began thumping again. I have never seen such
beautiful hands... such long, such sensual fingers...
She watched her take a couple of notes from the
envelope then as Faith lifted it to her lips she stared
transfixed. The pink tip of Faiths tongue slid slowly
along the flap and looking up she saw Faiths eyes were
smiling at her as quickly sealing the envelope, she
handed it and the passport to her. "Thank you." she
said quietly. "I am very grateful."
"My pleasure." Anne managed. "I'll, I will sort this
out and, well I look forward to seeing you later then."
Looking past her she signalled to a porter and when he
arrived she said. "Please take Miss Hollings to Room
110 Paul." Immediately realising her mistake she put
her hand over her mouth and stared at Faith totally
appalled. "Oh no, 110's my room!" Covered in confusion
she looked back to the porter and quickly corrected
herself. "111 Paul, take Miss Hollings to Room 111!"
Faith watched as the surge of colour rose up Anne's
neck to swiftly flush her cheeks. How divine she
thought, how absolutely divine but really little one
you needn't be embarrassed. I would be delighted to
share your room with you, and your bed for that matter!
Raising an eyebrow in mock surprise she grinned at her.
"Thought there for a moment I'd be seeing you sooner
than I expected!" she teased and before Anne could
reply she turned away and followed the porter to the
lifts on the other side of the foyer.
Looking back when they were inside she saw Anne
casually leaning against the desk watching her. She was
smiling and returning her wave she smiled back and
purposely held their eye contact until the lift doors
had swished shut cutting off their vision. Well well
she mused. I wonder if you would look at me like that
if you knew my thoughts right now... She chuckled
silently, thinking of Anne's slip in asking the porter
to put her in her room. What an appealing and
delightful suggestion she thought with a smile, you my
little one can come and tuck me up anytime... right now
I could do with a bit of personal attention and
affection.
Chapter 3
Resting back against the desk Anne watched Faiths
retreating figure with a mixture of admiration and
lustful desire. She was perplexed, embarrassed and yet
strangely elated. Faiths graceful walk and the gentle
swing of her hips, so clearly defined by the snug fit
of her trousers she found intoxicating and unashamedly
she ogled the light undulating play of her buttocks.
Some people have legs that just go up and blend gently
and unobtrusively into their bums she thought with a
grin, and some people have legs that go up to create a
butt that's so sensational that... well you Faith
Hollings are one of those chosen few and I don't care
how big you are, you are one very sexy lady...
She watched her enter the lift then turn and face her.
A tall, elegant, perfectly composed and to all outward
appearances, truly impressive and attractive woman Anne
thought. But to me you are the epitome of total desire
and sexuality and unabashed by the highly salacious
thoughts that careered through her mind, she smiled and
gave her a polite wave. At that moment she suddenly
became aware that across the lobby, Faiths eyes had
somehow homed in and were now locked with hers.
The bewitching gaze held her and helpless to stop it
she felt a the wave of yearning desire sweep through
her again. Her insides shuddered and when the lift
doors slid shut to cut off their eye contact she
remained still, staring at them entranced. What is it
with her she groaned inwardly... she aroused me, she
turned me on just by looking at me across a crowded
room...
Grateful that she had been too far away to see her
confusion she quickly recovered her composure and
stepped away from the desk. Roll on seven thirty she
sighed turning to go back to her office and she all but
collided into the ample figure of Amanda Willis the
hotel housekeeper, who unknown to Anne had just arrived
in time to see Faiths departure and was standing close
behind her.
"Do I see a little touch of envy there Miss Wilde?"
Amanda grinned, nodding innocently in the direction of
the now closed lift doors. "So tell me Anne, was that a
bird, was it a plane? No! That was Superwoman! Jeeez I
didn't know they made women like that. I heard she was
kind of special but Wowee! She should be in the movies!
Have you ever had that feeling that you might as well
give up trying to look female?" she chuckled then added
quickly "No offence meant by the way!"
"None taken Amanda and I know exactly what you mean."
Anne laughed. "But at least you have a body that's
comparable. Me? she made me feel like a stick insect!"
"Rubbish! I am afraid she leaves us both well and truly
in the wings Anne. She really is quite something isn't
she." Amanda chuckled.
Having now regained her composure Anne grinned at her
and with an audible sigh said. "Yeah, as you so rightly
say Amanda, quite something." They both laughed and
Anne with a parting smile, headed for Reception.
After depositing Faiths documents and collecting the
receipt she walked thoughtfully to her office. She was
very much aware that Faith Hollings had successfully
inflicted a very pleasant, but a very severe, shock to
her whole system. Entering her office she closed the
door behind her and with a groan of relief sat down at
her desk and dejectedly sat back and reflected on the
way things had gone since Faiths arrival. I had wanted
so much to impress her she said half aloud. But, but oh
God it - it could not have gone more horribly horribly
wrong... I was a bumbling idiot.
She closed her eyes as she recalled bumping into Faith
at the courtesy desk and how her breast had brushed
against her arm. Brushed? Stabbed more like it she
thought cupping the offending breast in her hand. She
felt the hardness of her nipple pressing into her palm
and she knew Faith could not have failed to have felt
it too and she recalled how she had blushed with
embarrassment... and when with out thinking I circled
her waist, touching her lightly to guide her to the
courtesy desk, I have never felt such a sensation. Such
an awareness of physical power and... and such
overwhelming powerful and feminine sexuality... and the
more she thought about the encounter, the more she
became amazed at the strength of her physical response.
Sighing, as dismally she relived the final total
embarrassment, she leant forward and putting her elbows
on the desk, held her face in her hands. Imagine,
imagine me telling the porter to put her into my room!
Jesus what must she be thinking of me... Oh God how
stupid of me... wishful thinking on my part perhaps and
what a lovely thought but, but what a stupid stupid
blunder! and then what did do? I just stood there
blushing like a little school girl and it showed, I
know it must have showed.
My face was on fire, I could feel it burning! Where in
hell was the forceful, dominating 'no shit I am in
charge' Anne Wilde when I needed her. From the very
moment she walked in to the hotel I've been a walking
disaster. I've behaved like a gooey, silly little
school girl with a crush on the head prefect... and I
guess, with the difference in our size, stood next to
her I probably looked like a little schoolgirl... and
all this with a woman who I have to work with for the
next two days.
She sighed again. Her body felt remote and disconnected
and swallowing awkwardly she ran her fingers through
her hair, pushing it back over her shoulders. The
unsolicited action she knew was a nervous response that
occurred only very rarely and only when she was greatly
disturbed and uncertain of herself. "I am used to being
in control!" she muttered quietly clenching her fists
in frustration. She closed her eyes and in her mind she
saw Faith standing in front of her smiling her gentle
wide smile, her eyes gazing at her, almost teasing...
then she saw her swaying hips, scantily wreathed in
delicate soft feminine lingerie... her heart began to
thump and she nibbled her lower lip and sighed. God but
I want that woman. She is the most gorgeous, sexiest
woman I have ever...
"Hi shorty!" Startled, Anne blinked her eyes open and
saw Helen entering the office. "Here you go," she said
cheerfully, placing a mug of coffee on Anne's desk.
"Thought you might need reviving! So how about our lady
VIP then?" and before Anne could answer she went on. "I
saw her from afar and like Wooow!" She rolled her eyes
expressively and looked up at the ceiling. "Quite some
looker huh! Big but oh boy what a looker! Amanda
reckons women like that should not be allowed out in
public places and she says she's going to lock Mike up
for the next couple of days!"
"I take her point, and thanks." Anne chuckled picking
up the mug and taking a sip of the coffee. "Actually
though, I thought she was very nice. I liked her. Apart
from the fact that I stood next to her I felt like a
stick insect! That is one heck of a lot of female,
Helen and what's really alarming is that everything is
in the right place and in the right proportion. And do
you know what is even more maddening?" She looked up at
Helen and grinned. "Just to top it all off she's
intelligent! Reckons she speaks about a dozen
languages. I wouldn't have minded if she had just been
a bimbo but no, she has brains damn it!" She giggled
and looked away and tentatively she asked. "Did you see
her figure Helen? I have never felt so unfeminine and
titless as I did when I was standing next to her!"
"Oh don't be silly, you have a very nice and very
feminine little figure Anne. Okay so your boobs are
small but let's be honest darling, you're small
period." and she added hurriedly. "but very attractive
with it!"
Anne glanced up, for a moment caught off balance by the
compliment. Fleetingly she wondered if Helen was giving
her a come-on but quickly dismissed the thought. Helen
was looking thoughtfully across the room at the rain on
the window.
"You're what five foot? Five one maybe and about
115lb." Helen said thoughtfully. "I seriously mean this
nicely but Anne, your boobs are probably about the same
size as mine and you've got much the same figure as me,
measured horizontally that is but I'm a foot taller
than you. Almost the same height as our Miss Hollings
is in fact so you can imagine how I must feel." Her
face held an almost vacant crestfallen expression and
then she said with a smile.
"I watched her crossing the lobby to the lift and got
the impression she was gliding, not walking. People
aren't supposed to be that graceful Anne. She really
pissed me right off!" She laughed and went on.
"Seriously though, she was very impressive." Suddenly
she turned to Anne and exclaimed excitedly. "Those
clothes Anne! Did you see those gorgeous clothes? God
they must have cost an absolute fortune and I bet, I
bet she had them specially made!"
"Well, according to Mike she's worth a fortune so I
guess you could be right." Anne answered. "She can
probably afford clothes like that. Honestly though
Helen, she did seem nice, I liked her." As soon as she
had spoken she cautioned herself. That's twice you've
said that she told herself, don't be so enthusiastic,
she'll start to suspect...
"Is she coming to the Reception?" Helen asked folding
her arms and walking over to the window.
Anne got up and joined her. "Yes. I'm meeting her at
seven-thirty. I'll bring her in to meet you then take
her round to meet Mike and show her the Conference
Hall. She'll want to check out the sound facilities and
the equipment I guess though I have already done it
myself." The two women stood together watching the rain
until with a deep sigh Anne turned away and returning
to her desk sat down." And then" she added. " I'll take
her to the Reception."
"Just make sure that Mike doesn't try to check out her
equipment." Helen joked as she turned to leave and
laughing she added. "Though I suspect Amanda would
string him up from the rafters if she caught him
straying."
"Mike is okay Helen. I've known him for a couple of
years now and I can tell you, he's an Okay guy. Typical
male in some ways. All talk and so on but it's harmless
talk and believe it or not, he is a gentleman! Apart
from which I don't think he would be that daft anyway.
The risk of trying something with someone as important
as her..."
"Oh don't get me wrong Anne," Helen interrupted. "I
like Mike, in fact in an odd way I think he is quite an
attractive bloke really. But as far as our Miss
Hollings is concerned don't be too dismissive of her
vulnerability. I know there are not many eligible men
here but hotels are funny places and get a bunch of
strangers together and, well even VIPs with brains have
been known to crack and end up in the sack! VIP's have
emotions too you know but anyway, enough of this chat I
have work to do. If you want me you know where to find
me... I need to do some final checks, make sure I
haven't forgotten anything or more important anyone
before tonight!"
"Can you tell reception not to disturb Faith." Anne
said looking up at her. "She said she'd like to rest
this afternoon. I think she's gone bye-byes!"
"Faith? My, so we're on first name terms already are
we?" Helen grinned.
"Helen Welling!" Anne retorted with mock hurt. "Shame
on you! I'll treat that comment with the disdain it
deserves and I would also remind you that it was you
who went all silly about the poor little thing being
tired earlier on and that we should look after her. Go
find Colin if you've nothing better to do than give me
a hard time!"
"You fight fair Wilde, that's below the belt!" Helen
laughed. She turned on her heel and with a shrug of her
thin shoulders she flounced out of the room closing the
door noisily behind her.
Anne grinned then thoughtfully, she picked up her
coffee, and sighed. Jeeez, in just a few hours my well
controlled little life has been turned turtle and the
trouble is, I'm all on my own on this one. No one here
can know my real emotions. No one except Mike of
course, he knows of my leanings but friend though he is
I don't want him involved... and if anyone else found
out it would be disaster with a capital D.
A small shiver of dread slid through her as she
contemplated the thought of exposure and putting the
mug down she held her head, pressing her hands to her
temples... and what if Faith found out... assuming
she's straight that is, she would...
Quickly she opened her eyes and looked up. If she's
straight? In all this I automatically assumed she was
but... but what if she isn't. She gave no indication
that she was or wasn't... maybe she's Bi? Helen
referred to her getting involved with an available man
but what if... perhaps... and she did seemed to like
me... Quickly she shook her head and laughed quietly.
Come on Wilde for heavens sake be serious!
Even if she is a lesbian I doubt she would fancy a
little mouse like me... a woman as attractive as her
has probably got queues of lovers, or would be lovers,
whatever side of the fence she's on. Picking up her
coffee again she stared vacantly out of the window,
barely noticing the downpour that was now streaming
down the glass panes completely obscuring the view. Her
gaze drifted back down to the photo on her desk and she
picked it up. "You Faith Hollings" she whispered softly
"You have got me well and truly snared. Bewitched,
bothered and bewildered and right now I just don't know
how to handle you, I want you but I'm frightened..."
With another shake of her head she quickly drained the
mug and stood up. "Enough of this." she muttered. "This
is crazy, I need to get sorted..." and quickly putting
the photos and her papers in the drawer she locked the
desk and left the office.
Purposefully she crossed the foyer and passed on up the
stairs to her room where she collected a swim suit and
a towel. On her way back through the foyer she gave a
friendly wave to the reception staff. "If you want me
I'm going for a swim, I'll be in the pool house." she
called to them. "I won't be long!" and she hurried on
to the indoor swimming pool at the back of the hotel.
On entering the pool room Anne was gratified to see it
was deserted. The still flat surface of the pool looked
inviting and she found the silence, broken only by the
tap of her heels on the tiled floor as she walked to
the changing room, comforting. "This'll do the trick."
she murmured "It'll cool my passion if nothing else!"
and entering the changing room she quickly undressed
and put on the costume. Returning to the pool she
walked over to the low springboard. Mounting it she
walked to the end and curling her toes over the front
edge she stood with her hands at her sides for a moment
motionless. She closed her eyes and suddenly Faiths
gentle features were looking back at her, smiling...
With a deep audible sigh she leant forward and in one
swift movement, with a subtle bend of her legs and
swing of her arms, she bounced once on the board then
dived cleanly into the still water. Surfacing quickly
she struck out for the far end of the pool. Her arms
and legs quickly picked up a steady flowing rhythm of
strong determined strokes and it was some time later
when finally she pulled herself up the steps next to
the board where she had first dived in. Having given no
thought as to how far or how long she had been swimming
her arms and legs were now numb with the exertion.
She had reached the stage where physically she had had
to stop and almost staggering, she wobbled over to the
board and sat down. Picking up her towel she buried her
face in it and panting with exhaustion, she sat trying
to get her breath back and as she did so, thoughts of
Faith returned. She recalled the soft voice and
suddenly she could again clearly see her. That
captivating smile, the beautiful full lips, parted very
slightly to show even white teeth... those bewitching
grey green eyes.
She shuddered as the deep yearning for her returned
with a vengeance and she found herself again reliving
the few moments they had physically come into contact.
She aroused me more than I had ever thought possible,
everything about her stirs uncontrollable longing...
Abruptly the uncomfortable reality dawned on her and
pulling the towel away from her face she stared at the
wall in front of her. "Oh no. Oh my God no. I've become
infatuated with her. I think I'm in love...!"
She dried her face, arms and legs then began towelling
her hair. Her breathing gradually slowed to reach a
semblance of normality. Suddenly, alerted by the sound
of a movement she stiffened and sat upright. She
realised she was not alone and glancing round the pool
room she saw Mike West. He was sitting at a table in a
small recess half way down the pool almost hidden from
her view. She sighed with relief then frowned. Had he
heard me and, and how had I not seen him when I came
in... The desk where he sat was covered with papers. A
two-way radio stood on the floor by his feet and it was
obvious he had been there for some time and suddenly
she was embarrassed.
"Hi! How long have you been there Mike?" she called
cheerfully.
"Oh couple of hours me'dear. It's the one place in this
hotel where I can find total peace and quiet in the
afternoons. I come here most afternoons. I like the
silence!"
"Until someone like me comes along and disturbs it."
she laughed. "I'm sorry to break up the tranquillity of
your afternoon!"
"Not at all Anne, I enjoyed watching you." Mike
answered with a chuckle and Anne smiled. She knew he
wasn't coming on to her. Over the many months she had
got to know him they had become close friends but the
relationship had become one more like that of a brother
and sister attachment. "I am curious though" he went on
"Curious to know what on earth brought on all that
aggression. I haven't seen a work- out like that for a
very long time. You were sure uptight and out of sight
about something. Do you want to talk about it?"
"No!" she exclaimed sharply, then still feeling a bit
foolish and embarrassed she said. "Sorry, but thanks,
there's nothing wrong honest. I just wanted to you know
get... I don't know, clear my mind I guess before the
start of the conference. I find swimming is quite a
good therapy!"
"Well, I hope it worked and I don't believe you by the
way. People don't go through punishment like that
without a very good reason." He then added "If you
change your mind and decide you do want to talk you
know where to find me."
"I know that Mike and I thank you. Your a good friend
to me but I'm fine, really." Her breathing was now
almost back to normal and she looked at the large clock
on the wall at the end of the pool. Quarter to five.
"Guess I'll go and shower. It's getting late and I have
to get ready for this evening." She stood up and added
casually. "By the way Mike, I'll be bringing Faith
Hollings round to see you later. About, about seven
thirty eightish be okay?"
"Fine, what's she like?" Mike asked quietly, looking up
with a smile.
"Devastating!" She had answered instantly without
thinking and immediately realised her reply had been
far too quick and far too emphatic. She glanced at him,
fearful that he may have been alerted by her tone, but
he looked unconcerned.
"I look forward to meeting her then." he said giving
her another smile.
"Yes fine. I'll see you then." She gave him a casual
wave, relieved at his seemingly unconcerned reply but
as she quickly headed back to the changing room she did
not see him nod and smile knowingly.
After a swift shower she quickly dressed and wrapping
her wet swim suit in the towel tucked it under her arm
and re-entered the pool area. "I'll see you Mike" she
called light-heartedly across the now stilled water. "I
must go and get ready for this evening!"
Mike waved an acknowledgement and as he watched her let
herself out he again smiled.
On reaching her room Anne decided to shower again and
wash her hair. Entering the bathroom she hung her
swimsuit on a hanger and quickly undressing turned on
the shower and stepped under the spray. Twice she
shampooed her hair then for several minutes she relaxed
under the warm water, letting it play over her body.
The force of the water felt good as it beat down on her
back and shoulders and turning to face the jets she
stood with her face turned up into the spray, her eyes
tightly closed and squeezing her big bath sponge to her
chest she let the water cascaded down her front.
Finally, stepping back she began soaping herself.
Nonchalantly she stroked the sponge over her shoulders
and arms then across her breasts and immediately she
thought about Faith. Her nipples began to firm and
tighten and she moaned softly to herself as the surge
of desire swept through her. "God how I want you Faith
Hollings," she muttered softly and quickly she reached
for the conditioner. Finally, after rinsing the suds
away from her
hair and body she turned the shower off and stepped out
of the bath.
Briskly she dried herself and as she finished, she saw
herself in the mirrored bathroom wall. Dropping the
towel away from her body she studied her naked
reflection. "However can I possibly expect to appeal to
someone like you Faith." she questioned quietly... just
look at me, the epitome of the female form... in
miniature.
No wonder my nick name was "Little Wabbit" at
college... With another little sigh and a cynical tight
smile at her reflection she wrapped the towel round
herself and headed for the bedroom where, sitting at
the dressing table she plugged in the drier and began
brushing and drying her hair. I wonder what she's doing
now... I wonder what she is thinking...
I must get through to her... give her loads of friendly
affection, TLC and as much physical contact within the
realms of decency as is possible... and the only
difficulty with that she thought as she began to brush
her hair more firmly, is being able to control the
amount of TLC I dish out! Jeeez if you're straight
Faith Hollings the
n God help me, it is going to be a very long and very
difficult and very painful conference.
When she was finally satisfied with the end result of
her hair setting she stood up and crossed the room to a
large wardrobe. Opening the doors she surveyed her
limited choice of clothes. That's the trouble with this
contract work she mused, luggage limits the options of
what one can wear. Quickly making up her mind she took
out a plain but smart white oriental design silk
cocktail dress. It's my most expensive and is without
doubt my best she murmured half aloud. It fits like a
glove, it's short and it's revealing. The side vents
show more thigh than some would consider proper but so
what... and slipping on a skimpy pair of high leg
briefs she stepped into the dress and zipped the back
up.
Facing the mirror she inspected herself. The smooth
silk felt good next to her skin and she noted with
approval how the small swell of her breasts and the
slight but unmistakable imprint of her nipples showed
against the material. "This is war" she said quietly,
smoothing her hands over her waist and hips "and it's a
war Miss Hollings that I have every intention of
winning." Turning, she glanced over her shoulder and
eyed the subtle curves of her buttocks outlined beneath
the smooth silk. "and you, you gorgeous woman, you I
hope, will be to be the prize!"
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