Amanda Goth by Karen Blayne

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It all started when he was getting a bit too busy. David worked making companies’ computer security stronger. He’d got a reputation for coming up with creative solutions that were easy to implement and he was able to explain what was required in simple terms. He really needed someone to just sort the mail in the morning and take messages when he was out of the office, perhaps even do some of the more routine work.

Foolishly and really not thinking at the time he put a small ad in the paper, office junior wanted apply in person 9 am Wednesday. When he reached the office at 7:15 there was already a long line up of hopefuls waiting for him. He grabbed the first one in the line gave her a couple of hundred dollar bills and told her she was hired for the day and installed her in the shared conference room, showed her the coffee maker in the kitchen, with instructions to make a list and give appointments at the rate of one every two minutes starting at 7:25 once she had found him a cup of coffee. Out of the corner of his eye he saw yet another young lady arrive, black leather motorcycle jacket, shortish jet black hair, heavy black eye make up, jet black finger nails, her black skirt short well it was ultra short with black suspenders holding up black fishnets, then black jack boots, and a challenging look in her eye or was it more a glare powered by the chip on her shoulder that said she Hated everyone. She looked like an art student, certainly not what you might expect in an office junior. He was partially intrigued, but he knew it might take more than two minutes to talk to her if she was interesting so he asked her to come back around three o'clock thinking he'd be through with the others by then and he wouldn't have to cope with a hundred applicants after coping with her, besides he told himself he could spend a little longer with her to see if she really was creative or just dressed that way not wishing to admit even to himself the effect she had on him in her fishnets and short skirt.

He threw together a short note saying that he was a bit overwhelmed with the response but would take the time to see every one, basically listed the questions he wanted to ask, one was if a roll of fabric was one metre wide how many metres must be cut off to get 60 square metres, and suggested they give him their C.V. as they came through the door. He also noted the basic information he wanted to see on the C.V. and stated the maximum length was to be two sides of paper. He passed the diskette to the first girl who had just arrived with the coffee and asked her to arrange with reception to print off as many copies as would be required.

Then he started. The math’s question seemed to screen out more than half the candidates and he must confess for the few who got a calculator out he asked them the same question but this time for 90 square metres and asked them to do it without their calculator. That screened out a few more. It was a pity really but he noticed the ones who got screened out often were the ones with very blond hair and too much makeup. Some of the tank tops were designed to leave little to the imagination; unfortunately some bodies were best left covered up. Reika struck him when she came in, long black straight hair, long legs and she looked extremely shy. She had a neat and tidy look about her plus she had all the answers to his questions at her finger tips and looked in disdain when he asked her the math’s question. He asked her if she had any questions and she threw a couple of math questions at him of her own. Simple ones about whether a number was dividable by 9 and a few others that if you knew a few mental arithmetical short cuts were no problem at all. His answers seemed to satisfy her, so he thanked her and made a couple of notes then moved onto the next applicant.

There were one or two others that he thought would do but Reika seemed to be quite exceptional. By lunch time he had worked his way through some hundred and forty applicants. He even interviewed the young lady he'd hired for the day over lunch, spaghetti of the day at a nearby café. Eventually he thought he couldn't work with her for more than a few minutes without becoming bored so he thanked her for her efforts and said he would be OK now he just had to work his way slowly through his notes and he'd let her know, he tried not to feel to guilty at the look of disappointment on her face. He drifted back to the office and phoned Reika and asked her to come back that afternoon. Then he sat down to do some actual work and send a few bills out.

Reika arrived around 2:30 pm and they talked over a cup of coffee, this time made by himself. After they talked for some time and he confessed to himself he was very impressed with her but hit a problem shortly after he had offered her the job “I'm deeply honoured by your offer but my family would never allow me to be the only female in the office and work for an unmarried man.” “What?” he raised his voice in astonishment? “My family wouldn't like it, I can't do it.” There was a knock at the door and in breezed Amanda carrying her skateboard.

“The receptionist gave me this.” She said waving the sheet of questions. “Do you really want to know how many metres are needed at a metre wide?” “Oh he explained to me it's just a screening question do you know most couldn't answer it?” “They would if they did dressmaking and had to convert a pattern to 57 inches wide because that's all they had.” Came the muttered reply. “Love the outfit, but I'd never be brave enough to wear it.” “You here for the job as well?” “Sort of, he just offered it to me but I daren't take it because of what my family would say, me being the only girl working for a single man.” “Sounds pea brained to me. I really Hate that sort of stuff.” Amanda turned to David “You could hire both of us. I wouldn't hate that, but you have to understand no touching or sexual harassment. I just Hate that.” It seemed like every third word she used was Hate. Almost as if she had decided to replace the word like with Hate. She sat down and lifted the edge of her skirt to give him a view of her jet black pubic hair before pulling it down a more respectable quarter of an inch further down her thighs. He tried to explain that his security consultancy didn't really show enough profit to hire more than one extra person plus there wasn't really enough room in the office for more than two, and given the price per square foot downtown renting a bigger office was more than he was willing to do. Amanda came and stood behind him and gave him a massage on his neck and back. “Now don't get so excited.” David felt himself start to drift off under those magical fingers. “You own a house don't you?” “Yes.” He murmured blissfully “We could go there now so I could give you a full massage?” He nodded and Reika looked on fascinated. “By the way have you thought of teleworking?” Think of teleworking all he could think of was the magic she seemed to have in her finger tips that sort of turned his brain to mush. “Come on Reika don't you want to see what his house is like?” Reika darted through the door after them.

He wasn’t quite sure why he did but he drove the two girls back to the house, well maybe the promise of a further massage might possibly have had something to do with it. He owned the house outright having cashed in his shares just before the crash. “Hey this is so neat, if we put in another phone in your study next to the computer we could work here and if we set up a home office here it would save you the cost of the down town office. If you needed one you could always rent one by the hour.” Amanda said speculatively. Maybe he thought to himself. “Can we look upstairs?” He took them upstairs and showed them around.

He kinda of rattled in the house, the Realtor had asked him where he worked then mentioned words like investment opportunity, future family needs and it would be a savings in the long term since he wouldn't need to move to a larger house. He liked the basement and the triple garage. Besides the second time she took him out she had this really cool summer dress with a flared skirt that wasn't quite knee length on that well somehow he couldn't resist when she climbed the stairs to show him the bedrooms. He hadn’t been sure if it was stocking tops he was seeing when she drove; there was no doubt about it when they climbed the stairs. When they'd reached the bedroom, he'd signed the paperwork. They'd talked about a mortgage but she suggested he sold his stock options so they had signed onto his stock account from the computer in the bedroom and she showed him how to use a put option so that his stocks were sold the day before completion in three months time at a better price than he could get today. When he'd finally done it he received a hug and kiss on the cheek. Needless to say in showing him what to do and him doing it he’d managed to put the put option through twice. Fortunately the stock had crashed and he’d made a considerable amount of money, he didn’t like to think what would have happened if it had gone up instead of down.

Amanda looked all the bedrooms. “My God we could have a bathroom each and still have one for spare. Reika you could move out from living with your family, have you seen the walk in wardrobe it's bigger than my bedroom.” “But I can't afford both of you.” He was weakening and Amanda knew it. She closed in for the kill. “Now just step this way and we'll see how you feel after a nice relaxing massage.” She had him take off his shirt and gave his back the sort of back rub one dreams about. “Roll over now for the front.” she had his slacks undone and off in seconds. She scooped her panties off and then jumped onto the bed and lowered herself onto his upright penis. “I thought we weren't going to indulge in sex?” he queried. “Oh this isn't sex, this is me massaging your penis with my inner muscles. Now stop quibbling.” Her muscles clamped down and he closed his eyes in bliss. “The rules still are you can't touch me but I can massage you, any part of you with any part of me that I like.” There was a look of concentration on her face and he felt the most delightful sensations as his penis was definitely massaged by her inner muscles. “I can see we’ll have to work on your control” she said as he spurted his sperm into to her. “It’s much better if you can hold back, I’m sure we can get you hold back for at least twenty minutes if we work on it every day for a month. You have to think of your partner as well you know, it’s not just self, self, self.” At that moment he couldn’t care less about anything else, and if she wanted to put him through these erotic sensations for a month who was he to complain.

Afterwards they went downstairs to join Reika who was happily curled up in one of the armchairs with a book. Books were one of his weaknesses, whoever said first I buy books then if I have a little money left over I buy food summed him up very well. Reika looked up. “Hi guys so was he any good in bed?” “He’ll do but I have to work on getting him to last a bit longer.” David blushed. Reika noticed and decided to change the subject. “Has he decided to hire us both yet?” “I really don't have the money for both of you.” “You need the training.” David felt everything was getting out of hand. Reika looked at him speculatively. “How much of your income were you thinking of spending?” “About twenty percent.” “OK we'll both work for 10% of your gross income plus our board and lodging here. Did you know you had a book with a sample partnership agreement in it? Sign here.” “But first we have to change the toilets to green ones.” “Green ones?” He knew his colour sense wasn't perfect but the idea of green toilets really didn't make a lot of sense why did Amanda want green toilets? “Yes you know low flush ones to save the earth. I'll get Harry to replace the ones we have with the newer sort.” And that's how he got the new low flush ToTo toilets in the house and the partnership started.

David’s work was basically a sort of applied common sense on computers. Take servers for example, many companies have been sold the wrong sort of server for databases and often you can consolidate them. Typically they use about 3% of the CPU so you can consolidate about ten onto a single server. That saves 9 copies of the operating system, 9 copies of the software in addition to the servers no longer required. Usually he would offer clients two options 10% or 50% for three years, 50% if he made the investment, 10% if they made the investment. Fortunately many people don't realise just how much you can save on license costs etc. or how little the investment needs to be.

Over time Reika took over more and more of the book work, she managed to identify a couple of more points for savings on the servers that he hadn't thought about, which meant they got more dollars for the same work. Amanda under Reika's guidance was soon able to give an appearance of being a normal office worker but each Friday night she disappeared heaven only knows where dressed in full Goth clutching the $120 that Reika gave her out of the partnership funds. Around about three am he'd get a call from practically anywhere in the city and go to pick up a very drunk Amanda who would pour herself into the car and promptly fall asleep. She quite often ended up at the same establishment which was useful as he could slip the tame gorillas on the door twenty to keep a quiet eye on her and call him to pick her up if she wasn't in a state to do it herself. Saturday afternoon when she crept out of bed if asked she would simply say last night had been the greatest but she really Hated so and so and did he really have to shout so loudly at her. Reika and David would exchange glances. Saturday night would be the same but not quite so drunk and Sunday afternoon she'd come and give him a special massage to make up.

One fashion company they were at seemed a bit odd. The boss seemed to spend his time yelling at various staff members especially if they brought him something on paper and only wanted a verbal report from David and co. He tried to slip his hand up Amanda's skirt until she told him the daily rate that included that. David thought $8,000 a day was a bit much for a daily rate but it seemed to stop his advances in their tracks. David thought he might try something on with Reika so kept her close to him until she mentioned she was quite capable of looking after herself and showed him the contents of her handbag. One glimpse inside and he believed her. Reika spent some time talking to the staff, not all of it in English and came to him and said that the staff were unhappy that the boss didn't seem to be following up new possibilities. Amanda talked to the guys down the loading dock and said much the same, she thought he might not even be able to read and write. Reika looked over the books and did some sums and came to the conclusion that if he didn't change the company would be bankrupt in under a year.

 Amanda got one of her bees in her bonnet and decided to do something about it so she dressed in her best Goth outfit and stormed in to see the owner, “If you just ignore everything the company will go under we'll lose a customer and I won't be able to keep buying my gear.” You could always trust Amanda to get down to basics. “Either you read the fucking writing on the wall and sort it out or I'll give you $100,000 for the company as it stands today and you can fuck off.” “$150,000” Reika slipped in behind Amanda and nodded when Amanda looked at her. David had slipped in as well so as not to miss the fun. He nodded as well, Reika had told me they had a good reputation but their designer hadn't come across when the boss had suggested they spend the night together. Since then neither had spoken to the other and the designer was looking for another job. “$130,000 and my damp knickers.” He heard Amanda saying. There was a nod and Amanda promptly took off her damp designer knickers, sheer at the front, a string of pearls in the crotch, they were practically always damp when she worn them. He was a bit sad really, he’d always enjoyed the sensation when she took his fingers and massaged them with her crotch when she was wearing them. Soon they were pressed against his nose and Reika guided his hand to sign the bill of sale. They paid him out of the cash David had lying around and then sat down with the people who worked for the company. The designer stayed after they gave her 2% of the company, they gave the remaining staff another 10%, and the sales girls suddenly produced some new contracts. Reika hit the Internet and Skype and soon they found a new off shore supplier who was less expensive than the old for the increase in sales. Reika continued to use the old suppliers but worked with them to lower costs. She seemed to think that the local suppliers would appreciate the loyalty and would be more flexible for short term repeat orders, especially when she guaranteed them a monthly sum whether or not they ordered from them or not. She seemed to know what she was doing so he left her in charge, other than to throw together a couple of macros that took encrypted emails from their customers and converted them to encrypted orders that were sent directly to their suppliers. He got settled into the more interesting computer stuff. The designer used to drop by from time to time and there would be long discussions in the corner about what fashions they could expect to see in the near future. About that time he noticed both Amanda's and Reika's wardrobes growing in size and variety.

Amanda was doing the routine stuff, checking the normal Oracle database default logins and default passwords with the list he had given her. He just loved companies running Oracle databases so much, they were such an easy target and they've been a steady earner for years. He offer them a $10,000 security check for free if he was unable to access their databases, if he could then they paid him the $10,000 and he harden them for them. So far only one company had got theirs for free and even then Reika spotted someone was milking the books. These days they had the security check down pat and the girls could practically run one themselves but the clients like to see him in a suit and tie. He could see Reika's mind was working things out. “You know I was looking through the books and they are spending a fortune on their water bill and on water heating. Mind if I suggest we offer them some advice on saving money at 10% of the savings or make the investment ourselves on the understanding that they pay us back with 50% of the savings for three years?” “Fine go head.” He foolishly said he was feeling happy having just found three different ways into the database. He accepted the cheque for $10,000 two days later and thought no more about it.

Life was settling down to a nice comfortable routine once more when one Saturday morning he went to have a bath when a strange girl wrapped in a towel came scurrying out of the bath room and dived into the spare room. He had his bath then wondered downstairs to find Reika making pancakes. He adored them with Maple syrup. Amanda came down, filled a plate then disappeared back upstairs. “Is that anything to do with the girl in the spare room?” He asked Reika. “Oh Amanda's Chantal, well yes I suppose so but you weren't supposed to know she was there yet.” David felt a sense of foreboding. He opted not to say anything so sat stuffing himself whilst Reika kept saying they weren't good for him but refilling his plate anyway. Eventually he took his mug of coffee and carried it through to the family room; the living room had long since been converted into their office, and picked up the Economist. He always liked to know why the price of coffee was likely to rise. There was a tap on his shoulder and he put the Economist down to see what was happening. Amanda's fingers started their bewitching movements. “Amanda, I bumped into someone upstairs coming out of the bathroom as I was going in. You wouldn’t know anything about her would you?”

“Oh her?” came Amanda's offhand reply. “Oh you mean Chantal. Well I.., We.... Hand on a sec I'll give her a call.” “Chantal! Chantal!, come and meet David” she called out.

Chantal came timidly into the room looking like a nervous rabbit as she looked around carefully before coming into the room, Reika came in from the kitchen. “Hi Chantal, he’s alright honest, he won't bite you.” She looked at him sternly “Will you? I suppose I'd better tell you about Chantal. She thought she was coming to be a nanny, not with the proper papers but a nanny none the less. She'd been told to say she was a tourist when she arrived, but when the two roughly dressed men who met her at the airport and were taking her to where she was supposed to be a nanny, started to have a conversation in Spanish discussing whether they should stop on the way back and have her before they reached the brothel she suddenly realized all was not as it seemed and jumped out of the car at a set of lights. Then she'd ran into a store, out the back door, crossed the road into a Mall and hid in the ladies feeling very afraid, and that's where our Amanda found her crying.”

He closed his eyes for a moment to concentrate, and then opened them again. “So if I have this correctly Chantal is sort of illegally in the country, doesn't want to go home and has nowhere to go?” “Well yes if you put it like that but we still have the spare room don't we?” replied Amanda “I mean I really Hate what they were trying to fucking do to her.” He didn't know what to do and Reika sensed it. “Chantal take off your jeans.” She spoke slowly and clearly in quite a loud voice. Chantal's eyes widened. “You want to stay don't you?” Chantal nodded. “Then take them off.” Chantal undid the waist button and unzipped her jeans. They were a bit tight so she wiggled as she pushed it down her long legs.

She stood in front of him in a printed silk blouse of Reika's one that his fingers knew well. He looked across at Reika and she looked back innocently at him. He could almost guess what was coming but was totally unable to stop himself getting aroused in anticipation. “Now go and sit on his lap.” Chantal's eyes widened again, she looked like she was going to run out of the house at any second but she shrugged her shoulders and walked slowly, sensuously across the room looking directly at him. She reached down and brushed his trousers down as if there might have been a few crumbs there, her fingers lingering for a few seconds as they touched his penis. Then she sat down and wiggled herself comfortable.

“Now take his left hand and guide it up to your breast.” a few moments later another instruction came “take his fingers and just brush your panties with them in circles.” He couldn't think straight; well a certain part of him was straight. Chantal let out a small mew. “Now David tell me that you're prepared to turn out this poor unfortunate girl on to the street, wouldn't you feel better if you had her clothes off, sorry knowing she was safe and warm here?” Damn the woman she knew all his weak points. He gentled groped Chantal then realised what he was doing, moved his hands and shooed Chantal off his lap. She looked surprised and even more scared. “Three months in the spare room. Three months we can cover as a tourist but longer than that I don't think we can do anything.” Chantal started to cry. Reika guided her upstairs “Three months is a long time something will turn up.”

She looked over her shoulder at him as if to say he was cruel but to be honest it was the best he could come up with. That night when he entered his room he found Chantal already in his bed. He shooed her out. He'd just got settled when he heard the bedroom door open and a few seconds later Reika slid in under the sheets next to him. “I think you need a chaperon so I've decided to sleep in your room.” she said before snuggling up to his shoulder. It seems odd but it was rather pleasant just knowing she was there.

One day as Amanda was working her magic Reika asked him if he minded if she used the house as security for a line of credit to cover the cost of installing the water / energy savings and other investments she wanted to make, so he signed the papers with the proviso that only where they would get the cash back in two years were they to undertake the investment, then relaxed once more under Amanda's spell. The next thing that happened of note other than the crotchless leather knickers was Harry. The door bell rang and David answered to find Harry, a large West Indian boy, well boy, 6 foot high and over 200 lbs. “Hi man, I'm Harry, friend of Amanda's when she doesn't Hate me of course, you must be David.” He handed him a paper carrier bag of used notes, “Here you are $12,000 in used notes Amanda said they were for Reika.” He was a bit surprised to say the least and wondered what sort of drugs Amanda and Reika were dealing in and did he really want to know. “Why don't you come in and give them to her yourself, she's in the kitchen, would you like a mug of coffee at the same time?” “Well I wouldn't say no.” David ushered him through. “Man is that sink for real? What you need in here is one of them new ones with the single Italian faucet, I'll drop one in for you man no problem.” “I'm not certain I can afford that just at the moment.” “Hey man no problem, it's a free gift, with every four hundred toilets you get a free kitchen sink, and man you're my best customer just at present. I think it stands at 412 toilets you've brought from me directly and this is the commission on the other two hundred.” He was feeling faint, “412, and 200?” He murmured and sat down. Amanda bounced over “Hi Harry, the toilets are great.” She gave him a big hug and kissed him on the cheek. Toilets? Why on earth would he want to buy 400 toilets?

Reika came up the basement stairs and took a look at Harry and his bag of money. “Hi Harry, is that our commission?” she said taking the carrier bag. “Would someone please explain what is going on here and just who Harry is, to whom is he giving $12,000 in used notes to and why is he saying I have brought 412 toilets please?” He heard himself said. “Looks like you guys have something to talk about so I'll just go and get that kitchen sink.” He heard the door close behind Harry. “It's a long explanation so why don't we get you comfortable upstairs?” Amanda gave him her bedroom eyes look and held out her hand, Reika came across and took his other hand. “Perhaps I was remiss in not giving you the full details earlier, but you seemed a bit occupied.” He shrugged, whatever had happened in the past was in the past and it certainly looked as if he was going to get a memorable “massage” to make up. He wasn't mistaken; Amanda took him upstairs and undressed him then tied a piece of silk round his eyes as a blindfold before giving him a back massage. Then he rolled over and felt light teasing strokes as his penis was gently stroked, she seemed lighter when she swung her hips across him before guiding him inside her. Lighter and gentler he put his arms up to her to chest and pulled her down to give her a hug, then as he smelt her scent he realised this wasn't Amanda at all but Reika whom he had in his arms. Reika, he ran his hands over her back and caressed her gently. “Reika.” “You guessed.” she murmured back, “Why?” “Well I should have told you that the other parts of our partnership were growing to be almost as big financially as the computer security side but you seemed so happy so I didn't like to bring it up. Then it seemed wrong somehow that Amanda should be the one to have to convince you. Besides if I'd had known how nice this could be I'd stopped being a good girl years ago.” She lowered her lips to his and gave him a gentle kiss that was far more electric and erotic than anything he'd had before.

As they lay in each other’s arms afterwards he suggested that perhaps they should change the partnership to be 25%, 25%, 50% since Reika and Amanda had done so much work on expanding the business, Reika smiled her acceptance and even Amanda confessed she didn’t Hate the idea.

Chantal seemed very eager to fit in. Her English wasn't perfect but it improved over time. She started by helping in the kitchen and then with the books for Reika. She seemed to like wearing skirts after the first day, sometimes he'd look up suddenly and catch her staring at him as if she was trying to work out which hair style and which clothing had the most impact. She had wavy dark hair that hung down to just below her nipples, rather the middle of her back. One day he noticed her standing on a low stool having her dress hem pinned up surrounded by Reika, Amanda and Keri the dress designer, when the phone rang, she jumped down walked to the computer and made an appointment for Harry. It seemed a pity that she'd have to be sent back but he couldn't see any way around it. Reika noticed her studying him as well as well. “I think she's hoping that if she can twist you round her little finger you'll let her stay. You could be a bit friendlier to her, it might cheer her up. Let her make her think she's making an impression. Perhaps if you were to read to her each night it might improve her English.” He took to reading to Chantal every night, she would curl up in his lap and look at the words as he read them, and often Reika and Amanda would sit around and listen as well. Sometimes Amanda would try to distract him by slipping her hand inside her knickers and moving her fingers as he read.

Chantal was working hard to make an impression. She took to wearing black seamed stockings with a garter belt. Her skirts seemed to grow shorter, lighter in weight and swirled more in even the slightest breeze or draft from the heating vents. Her tops, well, she seemed to favour silk tops that often were quite low cut or rather thin so you could see the thin bra's that seemed to be designed to cling rather than support. One evening she definitely made an impression, just the perfect English private school girl outfit of the type that has the pleated skirt six inches above the knee. He had expected she would have worn it shorter with the dark black tights until she turned round and bent forward to adjust the coffee mugs on the low table. They weren't black tights, not with the seam up the back and the glimpse of bare thigh showing above the stocking tops. She'd caught him off guard; he scooped her up around the waist and onto his lap. She wiggled against his erection and took off her school uniform jacket. His hands were wandering across her firm breasts in seconds. Minutes later he had her blouse buttons undone and her bra lifted over her breasts so he could give them a real grope. He rolled her onto the settee running his right hand up between her legs and leant forward to kiss her. She unzipped him and groped him in return. He parted her legs, he struggled to undo his waistband she pulled her knickers to one side and suddenly he was inside her thrusting back and forth. When they broke the kiss she smiled up at him and whispered “You like my outfit?” What could he say?

It was Reika who solved the problem of what to do about Chantal early one Saturday morning. As usual Amanda had had a really good Friday night out, so much so she'd thrown up all over the carpet when he'd led her through the door. “Good God Amanda what you need is a nursemaid!” He exchanged glances with Reika and they both had the same idea. The mess wasn't a big hassle, he brought out the steam cleaner he'd brought for when the cat threw up and quickly cleaned up the mess. Then they brought up the subject with Chantal the next morning over breakfast. “No, absolutely not! No way am I going out with the wild one on Friday night no way! Nannies are for little children not Goths with the mental age of a little child.” Reika explained that after three years Chantal would be able to get her landed immigrant status and since the immigration people didn't know how old Amanda was it didn't matter to them. All she had to do was live with them for three years and be useful and she was home and dry. “Really?” “Really.” “OK I am accepting, I should now go and give Amanda to his bath.” The paperwork was sent off and three months later Chantal had her official work permit.

Life for the moment was tranquil, Amanda was out shopping, Reika had gone for a lie down upstairs, Chantal was trying out her grandmother's chocolate cake recipe in the kitchen and for once David was able to relax, sipping a small glass of vintage port, well he have to have some vices after all, reading the Economist when the doorbell rang. He got up and opened the door with 23 excuses why he didn't speak English and so really wasn't interested when he saw Linda in front of him. OhMyGod to use one of Amanda's expressions, Linda was his second cousin's daughter whom he hadn't seen in months. She was studying at the local university but other than saying hi when she first arrived she stayed well away, her parent had money and whatever Linda wanted she generally got. His first thought was panic. His second was what was she after. He’d known Linda for many years, and heard a few stories through the family grapevine. “Hi ya Uncle David.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek as she came through the door then sat herself down in his arm chair. He took the sofa opposite desperately trying to remember what Chantal was wearing today, and hoping it wasn't the monokini that was two straps over the shoulders running down to a tiny triangle that didn't cover her pubic hair at the front, that one he thought might cause some problems if it ever got back to the family. He meant he really liked the look of it but it wasn't perhaps the ideal image to give to his elderly great aunts.

“Do I owe this pleasure to any particular reason?” He hazarded. “You're supposed to ask me how I am first.” She replied crossing her legs to better show off her tan. “Oh it's serious then.” He replied, Linda had never been strong on social niceties. She looked at him as if he was something that had just crawled out from under a stone. “All right I'm desperate. I dumped the Jerk and daddy blew his top and stopped my credit cards, then a Realtor came to measure my apartment up that daddy brought me, my apartment mind you, because daddy is selling it and when I tried to reason with him he said all I had to do was apologise to the Jerk and get round him so the engagement was back on then I could have my allowance and my credit cards back. Not only that but he took my car keys off me as well to add insult to injury.” He stretched his mind back in time to last Christmas and the family news scribbled on the Christmas cards. “We are talking about the Jerk whose father is the billionaire here aren't we?” “Yes but what has that got to do with anything, he's a Jerk, he didn't even notice me all dressed up nicely, he was too tied up in the big ball game on TV. I mean just the very day I'd decided to find out what all the fuss was about with this sex thing.” He closed his eyes briefly looking for inspiration. What on earth to do? “So then I thought of you, rattling around in this great big house all alone at night.” She wiggled her legs suggestively as she said this, “Well I hardly do the sex thing with anyone at uni could I? I mean to say I have my reputation to think of. OhMyGod.”

Chantal had just entered carrying a mug of coffee for him. It seemed to him that she'd been trying for some time to come up with an outfit that would have the same effect as the first appearance of the school girl's outfit. He still found it extremely arousing but had managed to keep his feelings under a little more control since then. It appeared she had decided to be a maid today. Chantal had somehow put together what must be the ultimate maid's outfit. Her hair was coiled up on top under a maid's cap, when he looked down, four inch heels, white silk seamed stockings, with a short blue silk chiffon cocktail sort of flared skirt above the stocking tops. The top was chiffon again but cut wide and very low at the front so that her shelf bra was shown to best advantage. Both breasts were completely exposed and hanging between her erect nipples was a thin silver chain. “Would Sir like anything else? Some sperm swallowing perhaps? A set of genitals licking? Is it correct to say a set of genitals or is it a pair of genitals or should I say as Amanda does, I want to lick your balls?”

“Chantal meet my second cousin Linda, Linda this is Chantal who as you can see has made herself at home here.” “Are you his girlfriend then?” Asked Linda in an awed voice. “Girlfriend, Oh no I'm not his girlfriend simply the hired help.” “Does he make you dress up like that all the time?” “Oh no I dress up like this because it pleases me and from time to time it pleases him as well, then he shows his pleasure by throwing me down and taking me on the settee. It's very nice when he does that. Besides if I wear skimpy clothes then he will feel sorry for me if he throws me out on the street. He knows I'll freeze so he won't throw me out on the street. Now would you like a cup of tea or coffee and your genitals slurping? I do a very good slurp if I am saying so myself. Did I say it right to slurp is to put your tongue out and give a big lick isn't it?”

Linda's jaw dropped. “She'd like a mug of coffee please Chantal.” He said quickly before this conversation got completely out of hand. “She lives here?” “Well yes.” “So that means there isn't a place for me here?” She looked crestfallen. He heard footsteps coming down the stairs and looked up rather to avoid answering the question. Reika glided over towards him and dropped his dressing gown on the floor. Beneath it she wore, well he should rather say she had draped round her, the flimsiest excuse he'd ever seen for a baby doll night dress. He'd reached out and pulled her across to his lap before he'd even had time to think. It was a pure reflex action. He was trying to cover her breasts and nipples with his hands before they got too cold or at least that's what he told himself later, he did remember her nipples standing out as if they were cold. She lowered her lips to his and he was thoroughly enjoying kissing her before he stopped to think and broke off. “Spoil sport.” she whispered.

The front door opened and Amanda came in carrying shopping bags. “Hi guys!” she put the bags down and pulled out the goodies, “First stockings for Chantal, size 10.” She threw them across the room. Then she dived in her bags again and threw the next package at David, “Two pairs of dark brown leather gloves as requested”. David lost a pair recently and Amanda had taken his last remaining pair in to buy him some more. She brought out a lipstick and held it up. “Now let me see one...” Reika was back sitting in his lap already having snatched the lipstick from Amanda. “I was only going to read out the name to see if it was the right one Reika.” She looked enquiringly at David then towards Linda. “Meet Linda, Amanda a sort of cousin of mine, you can be yourself whilst she's here.” She popped her hand back into the bag once more and pulled out a bar of chocolate that Chantal happened to like and threw it across to her. “OhMyGod the crowds, people everywhere. My skirt feels so tight and my legs feel so tired I never want to go shopping again.” David snorted. Reika dug him in the ribs. “You poor thing sit down in the chair and I'll give you a relaxing massage.” Amanda unzipped her short skirt and sat down. Moments later Chantal was kneeling in front of her giving her legs a massage.

“OhMyGod, just how many have you got?” Linda sounded shocked, the sort of moral shock that can only come from a teenager who doesn't expect anyone over 20 to do anything other than go to church on Sundays. “In the happy harem, three at the moment why would you like to join?” Reika looked at Linda and Chantal arrived back with another two mugs of coffee and slices of chocolate cake on a tray. “Three OhMyGod, what am I going to do?” Reika looked at David and he explained that Linda had broken her engagement to her boyfriend who just happened to be a billionaire's sole offspring. There was a clatter a Chantal dropped her tray, fortunately she had already put the cake and coffee down on the table. He went onto explain that when her father had wanted her to apologise to him Linda had refused and come to him, hoping to warm his bed when daddy had cut off her allowance. “Well I could possibly give up my room.” said Reika doubtfully. Linda looked a bit more cheerful at this. Chantal had lowered her head towards Amanda's crotch and it looked to him as if she was now massaging Amanda with her tongue. “Oh Gross, how can she do that.” another tactful comment from Linda.

Amanda looked up. “So it seems to me that Linda would like her choice of rooms, David to introduce her to this sex thing, her tuition paid, her car expenses paid and an allowance of $100 a week?” “So it would seem.” Chirped in Reika, he wondered where this was going. “Well I think we should give it to her provided Chantal can't give her a big O within say two hours.” “Sounds very reasonable to me and Chantal gets my room and the hundred dollars a week if she succeeds, Linda gets Chantal's old room but if she fails then Chantal sets her rules and how much money she gets for which task with a minimum of a dollar per task.” Reika clarified. Linda looked doubtful. “Look at this way Linda, you think the idea is gross, I won't touch you once we start the two hours and I'll act as judge to say if you have won or not. I hate to say it but Reika and Amanda are part owners in my company so I need their permission to pay your tuition and give you an allowance. You could always go back to daddy?” He said hopefully. “Oh I agree, let her do her worse for two hours.” Linda said with grim determination swallowing the large glass of white wine that Reika held out to her in one gulp.

“First we have to get you into something that doesn't matter if you spill something on it and something that doesn't stop Chantal from touching you.” declared Reika. “Take off your clothes.” “What in front of him?” came the outraged response. “Well I have seen you naked before.” “What!” Linda shrieked. “Well it was twenty years ago.” He admitted. “If you don't I win by default.” chimed in Chantal. Linda turned her back towards David and peeled off her clothes. Amanda came downstairs carrying a collection of garments over her arm. “Here try these for size.” Soon Linda was dressed in black fully fashioned seamed stockings attached to a garter belt. A matching bra that didn't quite cover her nipples but never the less seemed to thrust them forward came next. “God I feel more naked and exposed than if I was wearing nothing.” she complained. Amanda held out the dress. He remembered it from the week before when Chantal had worn it; he'd hardly been able to keep his hands off her. The dress itself was black silk, he remembered just how thin it had felt beneath his fingers, and when he'd first seen it on Chantal it had seemed respectable, well at least until he'd noticed the skirt was made of panels slit to the waist allowing free access to the legs underneath. Whilst it covered the body he could see Linda's nipples quite clearly through the material. There were triangular panels over the breasts, held in place by a small ribbon tied in a bow. The entire dress was held together by ribbons tied in bows, undo three or four and the dress dissolved there was no other word for it, he remembered how easily it had slipped to the floor when Chantal had worn it. Reika led Linda towards the basement stairs, that puzzled him for a moment or two then he remembered the cradle. Amanda had thought it was a really cool idea when she'd seen it. A mass of straps and it hung down suspended from two joists. Harry had drilled the holes right it the middle of the joists, the null area he had called it when Amanda had said she wanted a swing in the basement for winter when she couldn't swing outside.

Oh well Linda was probably going to find out more about this sex thing than perhaps she wanted to know. He picked up his copy of the Economist thinking to leave the girls to it. No such luck, Chantal took him by the hand and led him downstairs and then settled him down in a comfy chair downstairs. He looked at Linda sitting a stool whilst Amanda fitted the last Velcro wrist strap. She had already fastened the ankle and waist straps. Reika came across and handed him a book, one of the Black Lace series that Chantal liked him to read to them in the evening, at first he had had his doubts about whether it was suitable then he thought well at least she is learning English at the same time. “We'd like to hear chapter twelve again please.” Chapter twelve seemed to be a particular favourite, the wicked count has lured the innocent heroine into his mountainside castle and they are about to have a dinner together.

Count Algernon twirled his mustache then snapped his fingers. A serving girl dressed in a grey silk apron rushed to do his bidding. Penelope looked on from the other end of the table and thought the Count's servants must be feeling warm from the heat of the log fire that blazed in the fireplace to dash about in only a silk apron without even any underwear other than a skimpy garter belt and silk stockings. “Have some Madeira M'dear.” he addressed Penelope then turned to the serving wench “My guest must be feeling thirsty refill her glass from the cask.” Penelope didn't like to say no and soon a warm feeling was flowing to her finger tips, at the back of her mind it seemed to remind her of a song she had once heard

“I've got a small cask of it here.
And once it's been opened, you know it won't keep
Do finish it off, it'll help you to sleep “

Had her mother mentioned a warning of some type?

'Oh, My child, is you look on the wine that is red
then prepare for a fate worse than death!'

No that couldn't be right, she was feeling hazy and surely any Count must be respectable. The next course arrived, Penelope drank the light white wine served to complement it and as she concentrated on the succulent chicken dish the words slowly faded from her mind. “The next course is something rather special my dear and I'll need your assistance for it.” Assistance not in this state Penelope almost giggled. The wicked Count motioned to his staff and Penelope found her wrists and ankles suddenly had Velcro straps on them. There was a sound of a ratchet and Penelope found herself being hoisted into the air with her legs held apart.

“OhMyGod what's happening. I've been set up. The wine was spiked with vodka or something.”

Linda was hoisted slowly into the air, suspended by her arms and legs as he heard the sound of a ratchet as Amanda turned the handle. “Don't worry” said Reika, we do the actions so that Chantal gets a better idea of what is being said. Linda started to scream. David improvised “When Penelope began to voice her uncertainty the Count motioned to his maid servants and they quickly filled Penelope's mouth with a ball gag.” Amanda took the hint had the presence of mind to apply a ball gag.

“Now then my dear my version of bananas and cream is subtly different. I like to taste other juices mixed in with the cream and have someone hold the banana for me, but I need a bit of cooperation from you first, you're far to dry to be able to slide in the banana without it breaking up so I'll just ask the girls to moisten you up a bit. Now girls I think if you give some attention to her breasts and could someone lie on the table top under her and give her a back rub. I'll just have another glass of Madeira shall I whilst I'm waiting.” Hands tugged at the tiny bows holding Penelope's evening dress together. Triangle panels covering her breasts where lowered, the panels of her skirt seemed to fall apart. The serving girls fingers where everywhere, caressing, exploring, smoothing, stroking, gently rubbing, Penelope felt three sets of lips work their way across her body, over her breasts, alone the back of her neck. She felt warm oil being poured over her body so the exploring fingers would glide more easily over her skin. She felt the ball gag being removed then her lips gently eased apart by a probing tongue. She felt herself grow warm in her lower regions, this couldn't be happening to me she thought I'm not lesbian as her treacherous body reacted to the gentle relentless continuous stimulation.

David looked up to find Reika had left his lap and was helping Amanda and Chantal act out the parts of the serving wretches. Linda was suspended in the air and if his guess was right she was getting to know exactly how Penelope must have felt. Her nipples were certainly erect; he did hope that girls hadn't poured cold oil over Linda's body.

“I rather like the sound of music whilst I eat don't you my dear? Here we are two little bells for you to play to me.” The Wicked Count advanced hold two tiny silver bells in his hot sweaty fingers. He took the tiny loops that were attached and looped them over each erect nipple there was a long length of thread attached to the bells so they hung free below her swinging body. Then he bent over and gently manipulated her breasts to make the tiny bells tinkle all the while causing strange sensations to run through Penelope's nipples and breasts when they moved.

David waited until Amanda had attached the tiny silver bells to Linda's nipples and gave her a small push to set her swinging back and forth in the cradle. Chantal stepped back to review her handi-work and listen to the gentle tinkering. “My God you're perverted, getting David to read that filth in his deep masculine voice, running your lips and fingers over my helpless body and attaching these things to my breasts do you know what you're doing to me?” Linda was waking up to her predicament.

He parted her pubic hair and ran his finger deep inside her withdrew it then examined his finger. “Now I see we are ready for the banana.” He peeled it then gently inserted it half way inside her. Then he took the jug of rich cream and poured it over her pubic hair and the banana before topping it off with a cherry. “Now then if you'll just move her a little closer to my lips I can start the next course.”

“OhMyGod, you just can't do this. You can't be serious.” Chantal ran her fingers through Linda's pubic hair then pulled it gently to the sides. Reika peeled the banana and moved the jug of cream closer to hand. Amanda started to thoroughly kiss Linda more to keep her quiet than anything else though judging by the whimpers she wasn't totally successful. Chantal held Linda's lips apart then gingerly inserted the end of the banana. Reika poured cream over the top of Linda's pubic hairs then reached into the box of red glace cherries before balancing one on the very end of the banana. She beckoned David over with nod of her head. “Go on I know you have a weakness for them. You can have the very first go at her cherry.” “But I'm not supposed to touch her.” Chantal slid her hand inside one thigh, Reika slid her hand inside the other. “Go on, our hands will stop you touching her thighs and if you just nibble the very end of her banana I'm sure you'll get her cherry.” David cautiously slipped his head between Linda's thighs and nipped off the end of the banana covered with cream with the cherry on top then retired to his chair licking his lips. The Wicked Count was quite right there is something decadent about his recipe. He wondered if Chantal might try a few more out for him. He looked at his watch, heavens was it only thirty five minutes ago Linda had been upstairs offering to let Chantal do her worst.

Chantal replaced David between Linda's thighs and slowly licked the cream up, nibbling the banana as she did so. It seemed to him that she took small breaks whenever Linda started to shudder. Amanda applied more cream to Linda's breasts then started to lick it off. The nipple bells were tinkling now all the time.

Reika led him to the settee where she undressed him giving a running commentary to Linda as she peeled off each sock, then worked higher. “Now lie back on the settee. Oh Linda darling could you shake your bells a bit more that's better the sound seems to have a stimulating effect on him if you know what I mean and if you don't I can describe it in full detail. Now I'm just applying a touch of Liquid Silk to ensure he slides straight inside me. Wouldn't you like to have him slide inside you? Oh silly me I forgot you haven't tried this sex thing yet have you?” Reika proceeded to tease him and caress him all the while giving a running verbal commentary to Linda. When eventually she finally let him shoot his sperm inside her he relaxed and just hugged her tight. He glanced at his watch, “Hang on Linda you've only got to hold out another six minutes.” Poor Linda he was certain Chantal could have coaxed a climax out of her anytime in the last hour. He got up to see how she was getting on. “Oh God have pity on me put something in me please.” He heard Linda beg. Chantal wasn't even touching her by this stage. “Please please give me some relief.” He felt sorry for Linda and almost stepped forward to slip his finger in her himself but Amanda stopped him and motioned to just watch. Chantal just blew gently on Linda's extended clitoris Linda shuddered, the nipple bells tinkled. Then with great deliberation Chantal licked between Linda's thighs each slurp closer and closer to Linda's most sensitive places. Linda's chest was flushed, she was very definitely sexually aroused. The tiny silver bells were definitely tinkling now, from her cries there was no possible doubt she'd reached her orgasm.

They left Linda exhausted in the cradle, Amanda said she would sort Linda out so they went back upstairs to finish off the rest of Chantal's chocolate cake. He had intended to keep two slices back for Linda but the cake was delicious and Linda seemed a long time coming back upstairs so Reika and he shared one of her slices. Finally after another cup of coffee David thought he'd better take Linda's final slice down to her as she was so long in coming upstairs. Amanda had sorted her out alright; Linda was still fastened in the cradle but now had the ball gag in her mouth and a vibrator with beads under a plastic skin turning slowly in her pussy. He looked at his watch, it had been at least twenty minutes since Amanda had come upstairs. He took the ball gag out first then unfastened the masking tape that had been used to hold the vibrator so it wouldn't revolve other than inside Linda. Unfortunately David pushed the knob to the left not the right when attempting to turn it off. A huge shudder went through Linda's body before he rectified his mistake. He gently undid the harness and carried her exhausted oiled body upstairs to Chantal's room and laid her down on the bed before covering her with the duvet and letting her sleep. Amanda shrugged her shoulders at him when he returned. Reika just cut Linda's slice of cake in two and fed him half with her fork.

When he looked in on Linda later she was snuggled up to Chantal looking very snug and comfy so he slipped silently from the room and then quietly rang Linda's mother to let her know Linda was safe although he did have a pang of conscience about using the word safe. The following day Linda came down dressed in normal teen clothes, tight jeans and a tee shirt. “Hi Uncle, could you let me have $20 to pay my friend back for the taxi fare I spent yesterday?” Amanda looked up, “Sorry you have to earn it that was the deal.” “What you mean washing up?” came Linda's shocked response. “Well if you want it today that won't work because it only pays a dollar.” He had an inkling of what was to come but not even Amanda would ask that would she? Chantal came back into the room carrying a tray with coffee and fresh croissants on a tray and put them down on the coffee table. “Well I for one would be willing to pay $5 for a big O this morning.” She sat down on the edge of a chair and slid her knickers off and looked up expectantly. “You expect me to do what?” He felt sorry for Linda in some ways but as Reika had said she did always have the option of going home. He sat there fascinated to see what would happen next. Amanda piped up “I'll go $5 as well.” and stood up to take her skirt off. “I don't believe this.” Linda wailed as Chantal got up and guided her between Amanda's legs. “David and I will make up the other $10, a big O for me and a BJ for him.” Linda's mouth was soon pressed against Amanda's crotch “Put your tongue out more that's it, a bit more to the side, not directly on top.” he thought Amanda was getting off more from the sense of power than any skill on Linda's part. When it was Chantal's time she practically ground her hips into Linda's tongue. Reika lay back and let Linda bring her to a state of arousal then she motioned for Linda to undress him and apply her tongue the length of his rod. He watched fascinated as Linda's head started to bob up and down in his lap. It wasn't the most skilled head he'd ever had but the feeling of power from knowing she really didn't want to be doing this was never the less quite something. He thought he was just about to come when Reika motioned Linda away and slipped her hips over his. Ideal, he loved the feel of being inside Reika and holding her at the same time and she knew it. Afterwards upstairs he asked her why she hadn't let Linda go all the way with him and he got a odd answer, “Because.” it didn't make any sense to him at the time but there again he didn't always follow her logic.

Sunday breakfast was so inedible that David asked Chantal to try again. It turned out that Linda was supposed to get $2 for cooking it if they all ate it. She didn't get paid the first Sunday. He was surprised to see Linda walking round dressed only in a leather collar, some odd sort of bra that was so low cut her nipples were exposed, garter belt and stockings and high heeled shoes about 3 inches high he guessed. Her legs looked very smart in their black seamed stockings and black high heels. David tried to pretend she was dressed normally and Reika mentioned to him later that Chantal had set Linda's dress code and a price of enough bus tickets to get her to school and back all week if she followed it. Bus tickets, well interesting he thought Linda normally either drove everywhere or took a cab, God how the mighty had fallen. He did wonder if he ought to at least insist on her wearing a pair of panties when she sat down but Amanda had foreseen the problem and found a towel to spread on the chair before Linda sat down.

“The fink.” Oh dear something had happened to upset Linda again. “The lousy fink.” “Something not quite as you would like it Linda?” inquired Reika “The lousy rotten Fink! I just got off the phone with my cousin who was visiting my parents last night and when she asked where I was my mother said I'd gone off in a huff for a few days but not to worry I'd turn up again when I'd cooled down. They aren't even worried about me.” The disbelief was evident in her voice.

Life had settled down, Linda 's cooking was slowly improving, well at least it was eatable, business was looking up as more people took security more seriously when the phone rang. Linda's mother wanted to drop round just to have a chat about how Linda was getting on during the day when Linda wouldn't be around. David thought Thursday would be fine as he didn't have any appointments set up that day and left it at that. Reika nearly blew a fuse when she found out Linda's mother was coming in two days time. Chantal was set to work polishing the entire house. Amanda was set to vacuuming all the carpets even though they had only been done the month before. David was dragged out shopping to Walmart where they brought cheap cotton underwear and a top or two plus a pair of jeans that he swore Linda would never be seen dead in for some reason. They were all then thrown in the washing machine and washed through at least six times on a hot wash. Then Reika looked through her own wardrobe and Chantal's and muttered she hadn't a thing to wear and neither had Chantal so that was another shopping trip. The store was one David hadn't been in before, deep plush carpets, a chair for him to sit down. Would Sir care for a cup of tea and a slice of cake whilst he waited? China cup with saucer David had a suspicion that whatever they brought wasn't going to be a bargain price so he might as well have the tea and cake. When they got back to the house David saw he was right, Reika's new blouse and skirt didn't look very different to him but Chantal's new long black dress was very elegant. Reika showed her new underwear and night dress off to him before she showed him the final bill. Well he still don't understand why she and Chantal needed a completely new set of clothes but the way the night dress simply clung to her one minute and pooled on the floor the next was well worth the price. Then Reika deemed Linda had to bake a cake, something simple but excellent, well David knew a fruit cake recipe they used to throw together around midnight at college so Linda baked a fruit cake under close supervision from him, and he mean close, everything was doubled weighed and double checked. Finally the big day arrived. Reika switched the drawers in Linda's room with her own, filling them with the cotton items they'd picked up at Walmart. Chantal dusted and ran the vacuum cleaner over Linda's bed room one final time.

Clarissa, Linda's mother arrived around 2:30 pm looking very elegant and forbidding as always, she'd always managed to make David feel a bit scruffy but Reika had coaxed him into a suit and tie and he must admit he'd never seen the house shine like that before. A very elegant Reika took the lead and soon had everyone sat down and sipping Earl Grey tea made with real tea leaves and served by Chantal. “I'm Reika by the way, David's personal assistant and this is Chantal our au pair, now please take a seat and you must try a slice of Linda's cake.” “Linda has baked a cake?” Her mother sounded doubtful. David could understand her doubts as he racked his memory for the word au pair. “Well I must confess when she first arrived her cooking left something to be desired.” He ventured “But lately it's been improving.” Clarissa looked doubtful again. “I've never known her take any interest in cooking before?” “I'm afraid it's because she only gets pocket money for doing chores like washing up and cooking.” “Oh the poor darling I never thought. How she must be suffering, but on the other hand did she really make this?” He nodded. “It's really rather good isn't it. Oh well done.” “Would you like to see her room?” She dithered a moment and then stood up “Well yes I am curious.” Reika motioned to him to stay downstairs as she led Clarissa upstairs.

The voices drifted down the stairs “My God it's so tiny, and so neat it’s just so unlike her. At home her clothes would be just tossed on the floor. The poor girl, are these all the clothes she has?” He heard the sound of doors and drawers being opened and a thorough inspection being done. “I don't know what to say. To tell the truth I'd half expected the little madam to have wheedled herself into David's bed by now.” He couldn't catch the next bit “Well I’m glad that you can assure me that she hasn't managed to get herself impregnated by him or slipped into his bed in the middle of the night or even being bring back boys overnight. I'm feeling very proud of her at the moment.” They came downstairs and sat down once more. This time the chatter had moved on to other things and a relaxed Clarissa was telling Reika stories of David’s youth, of him climbing trees and falling out of them, pulling Linda's pigtails and so forth. Reika amazed him by appearing interested and Clarissa seemed delighted to be talking so he just sat quietly and tried hard not to blush too much. Eventually Chantal came in from the kitchen and asked Clarissa if she was staying to tea since Linda was expected home in 15 minutes.

“My goodness, is that the time, no I really must be getting back to the hotel, I'd prefer it if you didn't mention I'd been to Linda.” Reika reassured her “But I would like to pay something towards her keep.” “Perhaps we could just send you a few utility bills to pay?” suggested Reika “Certainly, she was costing us $2,000 a month in condo fees and utilities before so we'll be quite happy to pay any amount of those, but what about her food?” David reassured her they could well afford that when she turned to Reika, placed her hand on Reika's arm and David heard her murmur quite distinctly “Now don't forget I shall expect an invitation to the wedding, I'll be seeing his mother next Tuesday so I'll mention how helpful he's being to my darling girl and don't forget I want to see all those utility bills.” Invitation to the wedding? Obviously he'd missed part of the conversation that had gone on upstairs. He was a bit unsure of the comment about his mother and Clarissa exchanging confidences but the visit had gone off better than he’d hoped.

For David life went on nicely for the next three years or so, apart from one day finding Harry scratching his head putting some monstrosity on the roof. Apparently Amanda had heard about vacuum panels being a green way to heat water and Harry's salesman had persuaded Harry to try one out for free. His house was the guinea pig. Harry had assured him it was all free and that as soon as he sorted out which wire went where it would all be perfect. The next day he got roped into working out how to program its computer. It actually worked very well once they had it all worked out. A little later on Reika had sorted him out a little presentation he gave to landlords and tenant associations about solar vacuum water heating and consumption. You could tell they didn't believe it but they seemed quite willing to have new toilets installed for free, so they branched into the solar water heating slowly as well with some odd devices Harry read about so that landlords could measure how much water tenants used and bill them appropriately. The only limit really was how fast Harry could put them in. They talked about using someone else but in the end as Amanda said they trusted Harry and it was their reputation that was at stake as well as his. They even upped the percentage to 80 on some referral calls they received hoping to put them off but they still insisted on using David’s company’s services. In the end they bribed Harry to take on a couple of apprentices. Amanda found them from amongst her friends. They were very nice even if Sheila was a bit muscular. Reika was a bit taken back by the speculative look they gave her and avoided them. Harry wasn't sure at first if he could stand the ribbing from his mates but once Sheila had proved that she could drink his mates under the table both Sheila and Stephanie were accepted.

Harry liked the way they were neat and tidy in their work and Stephanie seemed to understand when to present the more elegant higher margin taps etc. He was a bit surprised when they came round to visit Amanda one day and Stephanie curled up on Sheila's lap quite naturally when they ran short of seats. David had to confess he was always a bit dim about those sort of things. Amanda still went out Friday and Saturday nights and was a little sensitive during the day following but they managed quite nicely. Chantal had enrolled on a beautician course and was doing quite well. He was going to miss her when she'd done her three years as a nanny to Amanda which allowed her to become a landed immigrant when something happened that changed everything.

The phone rang Amanda answered it then passed it to Reika. This was unusual to say the least, no one ever called Reika. She didn't speak much but afterwards even David could tell she was very shaken to say the least. They teased the problem out of her slowly. Her sister had called, David didn't even know she had a sister, her father had found out where she was living and had arranged a marriage for her. Her father, uncle and two brothers would be coming at dawn tomorrow to collect her taking her by surprise. He was taken back to say the least.

“It might be wise if Reika was already married by dawn tomorrow so although gay marriages are now possible I think it had better be David unless Harry is available.” Proposed Amanda. David hadn’t thought about getting married he'd never really thought about it, but he really didn't like the idea of losing Reika to someone else, he suddenly realised just how much she meant to him. He turned to Reika and held out his hand. “Will you marry me? It may not be the most romantic proposal but I think we stand a good chance together.” Reika made a small nod of her head and David scooped her up in his arms and gave her a hug and a kiss. Amanda was already on the phone and by four pm they were married in a short civil ceremony with Chantal and Amanda as bridesmaids.

Harry, Sheila and Stephanie came over to the wedding and back to the house afterwards. They camped out in the family room watching the midnight movie. David set up the three bread makers for 4 am then slipped out about midnight and stopped by to see the doormen at the establishment that Amanda favoured on a Friday night whom he knew quite well by this time. He passed over $500 to Ralph, one of the doormen, with the promise of bacon and egg sandwiches with coffee and another $1,000 in the morning if they wouldn't mind dropping by at the end of their evening say around 4 am.

 He set the alarm for some unearthly hour of the morning then heard the sound of a car door closing on the street outside. Amanda's goons had arrived. Goons was probably the wrong term but all four of them were big lads. Chantal made them all bacon and egg sandwiches and cups of coffee serving them in the family room with no lights on other than a touch at the rear of the house. There was an Alsatian at Ralph's feet who was being fed bits from his sandwich. “Hey these aren't bad, you don't mind Sheba do you, she looks bad but really she's a big softy.” Sheba looked up at David with big doleful brown eyes so he gave her his hand to sniff. Harry and Stephanie stirred at the smell then came to grab a bacon and egg sarnie as Chantal called them. By the time he'd grabbed one for himself and another for Reika the bread was running short and Amanda was throwing together some pancakes to keep the brutes fed. Reika was looking very quiet so he gave her a smile to cheer her up.

Sheba looked up and growled. Then they heard footsteps outside. Ralph stood up and nodded to the other doorkeepers, two left through the back door one joined him as he walked to the door. Harry was close behind.

“Good morning gentlemen now I think I'll just take your little toy since you won't be needing it now I've opened the door.” David saw Sheba slip out between the legs. “Now Madam if you and your husband would like to step this way. Sheba pen.” Harry and a second doorman stayed by the front door.

Ralph escorted the family group to the settee, Reika and David were sat opposite on the other side of a coffee table. “Hello Mom, Dad.” “Hello, is this the respect you show to your parents?” The first came from Reika's mother, “Daughter get your things you're coming with us, we've arranged an advantageous marriage for you.” Reika's father tried to grab Reika's wrist, Ralph put his hand out and father was once more sat back in the chair. Reika smiled “But there was no need to go to all the trouble, I'm married already.” She held out a marriage certificate for inspection. Her father grabbed it and tore it up. “It's no good dad that was only a copy. I'm married to David here and this is our house.” Our house? He hadn't really thought about it but yes he guessed it was our house now. “And here are some other photocopies for you, the first is a copy of a partnership agreement that says I own 25% of the assets of the partnership. Here is a copy of the accounts for the partnership and as you can see it means I'm worth just over $4,000,000.” She was but that meant he was worth, no surely not? “As you can see I've done quite well for myself without your assistance for the last three years.” Reika's father looked shocked. “These are real?” The question came from Reika's mom. Reika nodded, her mother inspected them closely and the atmosphere changed. “Perhaps you'd like to see the house” David offered to her mother. Reika's mother stood up and Reika and David guided her towards the kitchen.

She opened the cupboards then tried the drawers, she inspected the gas cooker trying the rings. Then she sat on a stool and cried as Reika comforted her. “All my life I've wanted a kitchen like this and my daughter has one and I didn't even know.” He looked at Reika and nodded towards Sheila. “If you'd like one I can get Harry to install it for you Mom. Sheila is the person to talk to, to design it just as you would like it.” “But I couldn't possibly afford it.” “I think I owe you three birthday presents so if you don't mind them all lumped together...” This time both Reika and her mother were sobbing and holding each other. David picked up a bacon sandwich which hadn't been claimed in the rush and took his time eating it. Eventually the two pulled themselves together and returned back to the settee. Reika's mother turned to her father and rattled off something quickly which David didn't catch but her dad looked very taken back almost as if this was the first time his authority had been questioned. He looked daggers at Reika at which Amanda got up and crossed the room. “Did I ever mention that it was Reika who got me my job? I like my job and call her my friend. Life around here is cheap and with my friends I get a discount for quantity. If ever I even suspected that Reika had come to any harm as a result of anything you said or did, I'd Hate that and the only honour killing would be of you and all your little boys outside. Do we understand each other?” She smiled sweetly as she stood there dressed all in black. David don't know about Reika's father but those words from Amanda put the fear of God in him, unbeliever that he was.

Eventually the family left after more crying when Reika offered to pay for her sister to go to university and her parents finally agreed to let her go. David opened the front door to let them out only to see Sheba crouched down like a sheep dog who had herded a group of sheep together. Her sheep were looking very nervously at her. Ralph followed him out. “She likes to play sheep dog occasionally.” He snapped his fingers and Sheba trotted over to his heel. They watched the minivan disappear with Reika's extended family. David reached into his jacket pocket and pulling out a wedge of notes and counted out $1,200 to Ralph. When he protested the amount he said the extra was Sheba's to spend on a supply of steaks or whatever she preferred. Ralph picked up the police issue battering ram that had been left on the doorstep. “I'm not certain if you want to hang onto this or if I can keep it as a souvenir for the club wall?” David nodded and Ralph called out to the others who'd gone back to the kitchen to finish off any remaining pancakes that were still around.

David gave Reika a reassuring hug then turned to look at Amanda who was looking very distressed. “Reika what did you mean when you said to your mother you were worth more than $4,000,000 because of the partnership? Does that mean I'm worth that much as well?” asked Amanda hesitantly. Reika nodded. “OhMyGod you mean I'm one of those rich capitalists I despise so much?” Reika nodded once more. Amanda collapsed on the sofa. She rang her hands and sobbed “O My God how could this possibly happen to me.” “Best carry her upstairs.” David’s new wife of a day instructed him to carefully carry the distressed Amanda upstairs to her room. Chantal helped as they undressed her but Amanda still seemed very very upset. “I think we need to exhaust her so she gets some sleep. David, make love to her.” He looked down at Amanda in her harried state, Chantal already had her head between Amanda's thighs, Reika helped him undress and he found the sight of Chantal's tongue playing with Amanda's tender parts soon had him aroused. Chantal and Reika helped by taking a breast and nipple each and soon Amanda was distracted by their love making. After Chantal's warm up Amanda came quickly the first time, he continued for some fifteen minutes holding back as long as he could before his seed shot into her but he sensed it wasn't enough even with the help of Chantal and Reika. She was still in distress. Reika looked up “Chantal may I borrow your rabbit and harness?” Rabbit and harness? He had visions of some small rabbit drawn wagon arriving shortly.

Reika got undressed and Chantal came back with a vibrator fixed to a harness that Reika strapped on. The vibrator looked lethal, the body had what looked liked pearls under a plastic skin and when Reika switched it on the shaft both vibrated and rotated, the pearls looked as if they would give extra stimulus to anything they touched. Amanda withstood another twenty minutes before collapsing exhausted and falling drowsily asleep.

He exchanged glances with his new wife “Not now, I'll explain everything later.” Oh well he thought as they slipped out of Amanda's room and into their own. He scooped her up on to the bed and positioned himself over her ready to penetrate her. “Now tell all or you sleep downstairs tonight.” She could tell he was joking but she spilt the beans anyway. “Do you remember me mentioning about the web site?” He nodded in the distant past he seem to recall her mentioning something about every respectable company had to have a web site these days. “Well Amanda thought she'd try selling clothing direct from that company we purchased.” She twisted the sheet between her fingers. Well she had a flare for it and the little penises helped.” “Little penises?” “Oh that was your contribution. When Chantal or one of us tried out a new outfit we'd watch to see what your reaction would be. If you lowered your book that was worth one penis, two was you had a visible erection, three you ran your fingers over the material, four you pulled her down onto your lap and had a good grope, five you'd taken whomever on the couch without thinking. We used to watch you like hawks because the five penis outfits sold really well. The others didn't do too badly either because sometimes a girl isn't quite sure about someone and a one or two penis outfit would keep them on the hook for a week or two whilst they made up their mind. Then those low flush toilets that Harry put in for us, well around the city centre the water bill for one toilet per month in a coffee bar can reach $500 so each we make $250 a month off quite a few for three years, and then we got a contract with one of the big coffee chains analysing their toilets in one of my spreadsheets and that led to another sort of little contract with the city to save building a new water purification plant and every little helps and that's sort of how you're worth $8,000,000 these days.

She showed him the web site, including the tee shirts that Amanda had designed the slogans for:

I'm still a virgin, unfortunately this is a really old tee shirt.

I'm cute, no shit.

Gorgeous, sexy, Horny.

Your boyfriend wants me

Your boyfriend calls me

Don’t be jealous

I love my attitude problem

Corny they might be but apparently they sold really well. He quickly noticed the models were Amanda, Chantal and Reika though they were wearing opera masks, Chantal seemed to be modelling the skimpiest sheerest outfits, but Reika explained to me that because Chantal wasn't one of the partners Amanda and Reika had agreed to pay her 35 cents per item that sold that she modelled. “Thirty five cents that doesn't sound much?” He queried, “You haven't seen the sales figures for some of the five penis outfits.” came the reply, “She's doing very nicely thank you.”

“I was going to tell you all about it honest, I mean I meant to mention that you were worth a million when we got to the first $2 million it's just we never seem to have time to talk these days but there are a few new nightdresses I'd like to have you opinion on.” He lowered himself and kissed her and eased himself slowly into her as she hugged him some how he sensed life wasn't going to be quite the same as a married man.