Water Water Everywhere by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

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Luv Karen

Jasmine seated herself in the low chair indicated and prepared to be interviewed, it would be practise when she finally got round to deciding whether to do her masters or get a job, at the moment she was recovering from her finals. Amber wanted her help for her sociology PhD project, well would be PhD project but Amber was certain she could get a sponsor. Jasmine had said she'd help although she wasn't quite prepared for the outfit that Amber had provided but Amber had insisted she had to look the part of an office junior. So here she was in a tightish short skirt wearing heels she wouldn't normally be seen dead in with a CV that just admitted about she'd got her school certificate, all so she could be debriefed by Amber afterwards.

Silvester smiled at her across the desk appreciating the fact her knees were above her butt which meant she was displaying her sheer white knickers beautifully. He took her CV and glanced at it, “There is a dress code on this position but your current outfit is well within the code so we needn't worry about that. Now as was mentioned to satisfy the new rules from the financial authorities we like to have positive identification so do you have a passport or similar please?” Jasmine started to worry about the dress code that found her current clothing acceptable. She opened her bag and passed over her passport then realised just how much he could see between her legs, which she quickly brought together much to Silvester's personal dismay. He quickly glanced at it before handing it back. “Thank you so much, could you sign here please?” He passed her a letter of offer to sign. “But it says $100,000 a year here.” “I'm sorry.” He took it back from here and crossed out the $100,000 and replaced it with $120,000 before handing it back. “Better?” Jasmine was in shock but signed. Inwardly Silvester gave a sigh of relief. “I thought was applying for an office junior post? Do you have a job description?” “It should be somewhere around I'll sort it out later, now come downstairs and meet the rest of the gang.”

He ushered her downstairs and into a waiting luxury coach where it was obvious they were the last ones to climb aboard as the driver pulled away from the curb as soon as they entered. “Eileen can you look after Amber for me?” He guided Amber into a seat next to Eileen then carried on towards the back.

“Oh good another female, I positively hate being the only women in the group don't you? Mind you it has its compensations I suppose.” “Where are we going?” “I'm not quite sure, its sort of what you might call the equivalent of a team building exercise at a different company but team building isn't part of our corporate culture.” Jasmine felt more than a bit confused but hoped she wouldn't be asked to swim through a muddy pond. Glancing at Eileen's wedding ring she enquired what she did which Eileen answered in great detail until they arrived at alongside a plane on the runway of a small airport. “I must confess he doesn't skint.” Eileen confided. Jasmine hesitated at the bottom of the steps. Silvester came up behind her, “Not afraid of flying are you?” “Not of flying but I don't have any clothes with me.” “Buy new when we arrive and put it down to expenses.” They climbed the steps “Where are we off to?” “The Palm Beach Hotel.” and then he was off to the seats at the back and she sat next to Eileen again. “All strapped in?” The stewardess asked. “I thought we had to go through security before flying these days?” “Not if it's a air taxi and we know you.”

“Where are we going?” “It's a sort of works outing, we take over some hotel or other for two weeks, last year was in the Carribean, but we call it attending a conference. Last year Silvester sponsored an international conference on bumble bees. I even attended a few sessions that were fascinating in their way. Can you imagine people spend their lives studying bumble bees? but I don't know what's being sponsored this year. Just sit back and relax.” Well the airline seats were big enough and comfortable enough, she could get used to business class. The food when it arrived came in a box with her name on it. She was handed real knives and forks as well. “No choice?” She asked the stewardess. “No its all worked out beforehand, makes it easier for me.” The food was excellent, cooked just as she liked it. Eileen's dish was quite different and Jasmine sampled a taste of Eileen's before offering to let Eileen sample hers.

The hotel was quietly luxurious and they only had to walk a few steps from the aircraft to enter its cool airconditioned entrance. Behind them the plane taxied away and before they reached the check in desk she heard it disappear into the distance. “I hope we won't be disturbed by aircraft noise.” she mentioned to Eileen who was stood besides her. “It's unlikely that there'll be another until it comes to pick us up in two weeks time.” Eileen turned and blatantly flirted with her eyes at one of the uniformed staff members who stepped across and fondled her bum. “I could take you directly up to your room.” he offered groping her under her flared skirt at the front. She read his name label carefully with her finger. “Only if you're going to stay and unpack my clothes Peter.” He nodded and the two of them wandered off to her room, Peter leading the way and having his butt fondled by Eileen as he walked.

Jasmine just wasn't too sure where to look, when she looked away it was only to notice two of the guys who'd been in the plane with them being given blow jobs. Silvester stood at the counter next to Jasmine “I've an extra guest for you.” The girl behind the check in frowned “Could she share your room? It has two beds?” Jasmine looked up in horror “Is there nothing else?” “We're a boutique hotel with a hundred and twenty bedrooms, I've sixty dedicated to your company and the conference speakers and sixty with two hundred and forty conference attendees crammed in them. Fortunately they're academics for the most part who don't mind sleeping bags on the floor as long as its free. Normally we have more staff than guests, for the conference we've brought in another hundred temporary staff. The sleeping accommodation for staff is so bad that many will be sharing guests rooms for the next two weeks as you can see. I honestly have nothing.” “When's the next flight out?” “The air taxi in two weeks. The monthly ferry has just been. If you can swim a fifty miles then that's the only way off the island for the next two weeks.” “But if someone was taken ill?” “Well we have a hotel doctor on staff and we could call up an air taxi but its expensive.”

“You can have the bed nearest the bathroom and get changed in the bathroom if you like.” Offered Silvester mentally crossing his fingers. Jasmine shrugged her shoulders, it was the best offer she was going to get. “OK I guess.”

He led her away towards the hotel boutique, “What am I supposed to be doing?” She asked. “Relax, look decorative and enjoy yourself. You can attend any of the conference sessions that catch your eye, I'm thinking of taking a dinghy out about four o'clock if you'd like to crew for me?” She nodded he left her in the tiny shop.

She tried to check her email on her smart phone as she waited for the assistant to finish hanging a dress back on the rack but there was no connection. “Is there somewhere where I can check my email?” “Sorry it's a selling point with the hotel, get away from it all so no Internet access.” “Oh well it will have to wait won't it now I don't have any luggage so I need everything for a two week stay, my boss said it could be expensed?” “Any particular designer or style?” “Office professional?” “Our stocks are a little low at the moment and our usual clientele is more honeymooners and shall we say executives with their..” She hesitated over the next word. “Fluff perhaps?” Jasmine added. The assistant nodded. “In your size I've a number of sundresses, one or two sheer night gowns that might fit, lots of evening gowns and some bikinis. Shall we start on the sundresses?” Jasmine tried them on, all were lower cut than she preferred and if only she'd been six inches shorter the length would be ideal. She checked the hems but not enough material to let down on any of them. Still half a dozen were just about acceptable. The bikinis well not what she'd normally wear but they did just cover the essentials so she grabbed four. “Sunglasses and a sun hat?” She nodded. “Do I need evening gowns?” “You did say these are on expenses?” Jasmine nodded “Well many like to dress for dinner so I would say yes.” Jasmine tried a few on that caught her eye. They were definitely more suited for executives' bits of expensive fluff but she'd take some and see what was being worn for dinner. Hopefully the lighting would be dim so she wouldn't be too exposed.

“We have an extensive range of French lingerie and silk stockings.” “Expensive?” “But of course top price but excellent value for money if they're being paid for by someone else.” “I shouldn't really.” The sales assistant and Jasmine exchanged a conspiratorial look.”Let me just show them to you.” She drew out a drawer and unfolded the tissue paper, Jasmine was lost. They'd do for her bottom drawer at least. “I'll have them taken up to your room shall I? I think the sessions are due to start directly after lunch” Jasmine nodded her agreement.

After a quick buffet lunch glancing down the sessions she noticed one that caught her eye “Bridging static and dynamic modelling: an application to high energy geothermal reservoir modelling”. She wondered if any of the techniques could be applied to her niche in Geology.

She enjoyed the session and slipped back to her shared room to change into something suitable for sailing, a bikini, sunglasses and a Tilly sun hat.

She was feeling in a sunny mode as she clambered into the dinghy after donning her life jacket, and far less exposed in her skimpy bikini. “Have you ever sailed before?” “No are you an expert?” “I've my basic certificate but I wouldn't describe me as an expert by any stretch of the imagination.” Silvester unfurled the sail and the wind caught and slowly at first, as the sail filled out, the tiny dinghy was carried out across the lagoon. Jasmine trailed her fingers in the water. Silvester motioned her to the rudder and let her take control whilst he lent out over the side to keep the dinghy upright.

After they had been sailing for some time and Jasmine had tried hard to remember all the names of the ropes and sails that Silvester had named to her they were hailed by another dinghy and challenged to a race back to the harbour.

Jasmine curled up with laughter as first one dinghy then the other would take the lead and dash off through the sea only to come to a complete standstill as the dinghy had to be tacked in the other direction and neither crew were quite expert enough to complete this manoeuver easily.

“I really ought to have made sure you can swim before taking you out in the dinghy. Jessica tossed her head and dived into the hotel swimming pool they were about to pass and quickly swam the length of the pool. When she climbed out she felt the male appreciation and gently basked in it as she rinsed herself under the outdoor shower.

She strolled back through the foyer, more glances of male appreciation, and returned to their room. It was only when she entered the bathroom thinking to rinse the bikini out in the sink that she saw just how transparent when wet the bikini was. “Oops, sunbathing only.” She tried damping the other bikinis, the dark blue one wasn't too bad but the other unlined ones were totally transparent when wet. She shrugged and after checking the time she looked through the evening gowns, the one with the panel skirts looked the most respectable, perhaps with some French lingerie beneath to give her the confidence to face all those males who'd seen far more of her than she had intended.

She carried her selected garments into the bathroom and closed the door to give herself a bit of privacy. She was just easing herself into the dress when she heard Silvester enter the room and start to get changed. She waited until the sounds had stopped then opened the door and slid her thigh out between the panels. “Ready to eat then?” She said provocatively. “You're not going out there dressed like that!” She felt a warm glow deep inside and stepping out from the bathroom demurely entered the room. “But I'm hungry and we'll be late if I change.” “All right but take small steps and keep your thighs together.” “Yes Sir!” she grinned at his discomfort.

Downstairs she was pleased to see that other evening dresses were far more daring than hers. She spotted one of the speakers at the afternoon session she had attended and slipped into a chair besides him, Silvester drew up another seat at the same table. Eileen came over and sat on the other side of Jasmine. The meal was relaxing, good food well served and when the sweet trolley had come round she'd crossed her legs and let a glimpse of bare thigh show above her stocking top to a very attentive speaker who didn't seem to mind discussing rocks at a deep technical level with her at all much to the amusement of Silvester.

Eileen tapped her on the shoulder, “Want to try a taste?” Jasmine turned abstractedly and held her hand out only to have it wrapped around Peter's peter. Silvester took himself off to the bar to hold his laughter in at her reaction. “He's really quite tasty.” Eileen took a dab of cream from her plate and applied it to the end then licked it off. Jasmine didn't know quite where to look or what to say. She glanced round and saw all the waiters were now naked and several were having cream licked off their rods. She closed her eyes and two large naked African waiters picked her bodily up off her chair and carried her onto the dance floor. “See she was just a little shy, she'll dance with us.” remarked one to the other. Jasmine didn't want to appear racist and a dance or two couldn't do any harm could it. The music slowed and suddenly she found herself sandwiched between two large bodies. Not only that but she could feel something enter between her thighs from the rear. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the feelings that were being aroused. Damn this panel skirt, it was one thing to be able to expose herself if she wished with the slits but quite another to feel completely exposed to anything sliding in between her skirt's openings.

Eileen mopped up Peter's sperm with a tissue and looked round. Interesting, Austin had two waitresses dressed in Halloween style waitress outfits kneeling before him giving him a two girl blow job, now that she hadn't expected to see. She glanced up to see Jasmine looking very flushed after her third number of the floor, in fact she was holding herself up by wrapping her arms around one partner whilst the other seemed to be dry humping her, well it looked as if she was being dry humped but with that panel skirt one couldn't be too certain. The tune changed and Eileen abandoned Peter and rescued a very flushed Eileen by shooing off the two waiters. She guided her away from the dance floor and back up to her room before sitting her on the bed. “I didn't know the feeling of lust could be so strong.” She gasped. Eileen drew out a bottle of lubricant and smeared it on the probe. Then she guided the non-thinking Jasmine onto it “There now just sit on it and you'll feel better.” Jasmine impaled herself on the probe and Eileen turned the first knob holding the weeping Jasmine upright until her orgasm came. “There now feel better?” Dazed Jasmine nodded. “There's less likelihood of you raping someone on the dance floor now. Let's freshen you up a bit then we'll take you back downstairs.”

Downstairs Austin looked up to see an obviously well satisfied Jasmine as she made her way back to the table and sat next to Silvester. “I need protecting.” She said simply, “From?” “Myself, I need to make sure I don't get dragged onto the dance floor again by those.” She hesitated trying to find the right words. “From them?” “No from myself, I came very close to having them both on the dance floor and don't mean dancing.” “Well you could seem occupied with me?” Jasmine glanced round at the blow jobs being given around the dance floor, “No I didn't mean that I'd only last a few seconds.” “Thank you Sir.” she somehow gave the impression of making a small curtsey without leaving her seat. “I was thinking more along the lines of if you were simply to unzip me and wrap your hand round my manhood?” Jasmine hesitantly unzipped him and wrapped her fingers round him rubbing the tip very lightly with her thumb. “Like this?” She asked innocently “That depends how long you want to sit here and if you have something to clean up the mess. Just gently hold it and don't do those delicious things your thumb is doing.” He blurted out with exasperation. Jasmine grinned to herself and curled up under the circle of his arm watching the dancers on the floor.

Later that night she changed into her new sheer baby doll night dress, the type that one glimpse was enough to guaranteed to get an instant erection from anything male under ninety years of age. “Close your eyes.” She commanded from the bathroom door. Silvester obediently closed his eyes. Jasmine quietly stepped out of the en suite, stepped round her bed and slid into bed besides Silvester. “This is unexpected.” He remarked. “Well I was rushed off without teddy or my hot water bottle so you'll have to do instead. Besides I felt safe with you this evening. Good night.” “I don't even get a glimpse of your night dress?” he added complainingly. She took his hand and covered her breast with it. “Squeeze very gently.” “It's as if there was nothing covering it.” “There you are, something to dream about all night.” She turned her back on him and after her hectic day was soon asleep. Silvester took a little longer to drop off.

The next morning he was awakened by the duvet moving as Jasmine slipped out from under the covers. He found the sight of her sheer baby doll nightdress most arousing as her bum wiggled as she crossed the room. “You wouldn't like to come back to bed would you?” He asked “Well I would but there's an especially interesting session on analysing core samples first thing this morning. Are we going sailing again this afternoon?” Silvester mentally shrugged and gave in to the inevitable. “Four o'clock again?” She smiled at him dressed in one of her new summer dresses that showed far too much leg.

Later in the day in an elegant washroom she bumped into one of the two girls who had been cavorting with Austin. “You're Jasmine aren't you?” “Why yes.” “I'm Taylor and my partner in crime is Anna. I suppose you're wondering why we're playing with Austin?” Jasmine went red “Well yes from what I've seen of him he doesn't strike me as being that attractive.” “Anna is far more attractive isn't she?” Jasmine stared hard, “Anna and I are artists and lovers, we've been offered the opportunity to set up a new art department with funding for five years at least if we're nice to Austin. So its just feed his ego and try to feed him ideas about sex and make it think they're really his own. You know he'd never been in a sandwich before yesterday, Anna put a strapon up his bum whilst he was buried in me. We're thinking of getting him to suggest Anna eats me out next in front of him, think we'll manage it or will it blow his mind?” Jasmine laughed. “You two sound wicked.” “You should see us work together, ever kissed a girl?” Jasmine whirled out of the washroom quickly.

Later she came across Anna in the foyer. “Hi I hear you were talking to Taylor.” Jasmine stopped and faced her “I met her earlier.” Anna stepped in closer and kissed a curious Jasmine very firmly on the lips and teased her tongue with her own. Jasmine felt two hands on her hips then a slight breeze between her thighs as her knickers were pulled down round her ankles. Anna's fingers groped her between the thighs and eventually a finger slipped and wiggled inside her whilst a well placed thumb wiggled over her more sensitive parts. Taylor whispered in her ear “Anything a man can do we can do better.” before sliding her hands round over Jasmine’s breasts and cupping them lightly, the backs of her fingers rubbing against Anna's. Taylor kissed the side of Jasmine's neck and bared shoulders as Jasmine felt herself melt inside. Eventually Anna stopped kissing her but only to be replaced by Taylor who slid her middle finger into Jasmine's very moist slit whilst Anna nibbled her ear from behind and caressed her breasts from behind.

Jasmine collapsed with a judder and they guided her to a chair, Anna sliding Jasmine's knickers back up in place. Then they both took a lick of the fingers that had been inside Jasmine before offering them to Austin “Would you like a taste?” Jasmine blushed, wasn't sure where to look and kept her eyes to the ground.

That afternoon she cheated on the race back to the quay by reading out bits from a children's book on how to crew a sailing boat much to Silvester's disgust. He was still indignant when they arrived at the quay having easily won the race back.

Jasmine chose a thin silk evening dress to wear next, high necked and long sleeved it looked positively demure apart from clinging to every curve. This time she wore the most outrageous underwear beneath it. Depending on the light you could see every bump of stocking top and garter belt beneath it. She stepped out of the bathroom with the light on behind her. “Well it looks respectable and the skirt doesn't have slits.” Silvester turned his back on here and headed to the elevator. He stepped in and turned towards the door. Jasmine slipped in front of him and placed his hands over the quarter cup bra. “If you could just squeeze my nipples so they stand up I think it might make the dress look more interesting.” She murmured. It did and Silvester looking in the mirror wondered how he had ever thought the dress respectable.

It was Wednesday of the second week that a large luxurious yacht pulled into the harbour and an entourage descended the gangway and made their way to the hotel.

“Hamilton I've come to make you an offer valid until tomorrow evening you may have all fifteen of the sites for three hundred million, or any site you choose for twenty five million, two for forty five if you like. I've got all the surveys you could possibly want on the lap top and I guarantee you that one of the sites is perfect for your needs.” “But you'll not tell me which one?” “What and give away two hundred and seventy five million? You can afford to buy them all and that way you can be certain to gain the one you need.” Silvester took the offered laptop and handed it to Jasmine. “Jess have a look through them and see if any take your fancy. It's for a new development.” he added in an offhand way and mentally prayed hard, this offer was done deliberately when he was out of touch of the internet and any consultants that might be useful. If she could eliminate two that would save him money. “Larry have you tried buckwheat ice cream? It's the house speciality.” He led Larry and his entourage away to the restaurant and Jasmine was left to decipher the contents of the lap top. Quickly she realised that all the technical reports she could want were on the lap top complete with an executive summary and maps showing the locations. She carried the laptop back to their room and dug in her handbag. There at the bottom was her precious backup USB drives from her project with all the tools of her trade. OpenStreetMap maps might not be her first choice but she had them all in a compressed format on the USB stick plus the tools to extract the bits she needed and JOSM which showed every single point, way and tag. Never trust a map from a developer, the words of one of her professors came back to her. They'll generalise and omit important details, average the soil types so you don't see the nasties. Soon she was scribbling away with paper and pen, lost in the survey details.”

Eventually Jasmine had short listed three, one which looked completely clean and two she felt in her professional opinion might work out. She created offline maps for OSMAND and loaded them into her Nexus. When Silvester came in to get changed for dinner that evening she showed him the first half dozen she'd prepared on the tablet. “I've renamed the tags for the doggy soil samples so that they display in OSMAND as hardware stores. As you can see the first half dozen are full of hardware stores but because of the way they've averaged and simplified on the developer maps none of the developer maps show any signs of problems.” Only nine to purchase then, that saved a million or two.

The next day she walked into the restaurant and handed Silvester a slip of paper with the two numbers written one them. “I rolled my lucky dice and these two numbers came up. Can you buy them for me?” Silvester pulled out a cheque book and wrote a cheque out for forty five million dollars. Larry looked at the numbers she'd chosen and his face went white. “Sure you won't like two others?” He hazarded. “Oh no those are the numbers that came up on the dice.” He scowled but signed the agreement anyway.

Later that night in bed Jessica suddenly started up and thumped Silvester with a pillow. “So that was the real reason you practically kidnapped me to get me here?” Silvester didn't attempt to misunderstand, “Well I thought I might be able to tempt him. He knew the Island only had a very slow Internet connection just about enough to send a simple text email and he thought I wouldn't have a tame hydrologist on staff to go through the data and see which sites would be OK from the water table point of view.” “So who told you about my degree in hydrology? It was Amber wasn't it?” “She came to see me about a summer job and I mentioned I didn't have anything but if she had had a degree in hydrology there wouldn't be a problem. I must arrange her bursary for whatever she wanted to do when I get back.” “I'll kill her but why the tarty clothes?” “I knew Larry was going to be sent information on everyone who was coming so he could do a background check. Without you I really would have had to pay the three hundred million and if I could make it appear that you were a goodtime girl he wouldn't suspect you.” “So he had a spy in the hotel? Do you realise I made you over two hundred million, I think I deserve half especially as my reputation is now probably shattered.” Silvester nodded, “If we got married your reputation wouldn't suffer and you'd get half the cash?” Jasmine thought about it then asked “Eileen's husband is Peter isn't it? And all those guys being given blow jobs were being given blow jobs by their spouses all except Austin who had two who looked as hard as nails to me so he had to be the spy in the camp.” “It was all part of the setup but yes you're right.” “And Austin what happens to him?” “You'll see soon enough.”

The next day everyone clambered aboard the air taxi home. Jasmine looked round but couldn't see Austin but noticed Eileen and Peter sitting next to each other and holding hands across the isle. “Where's Austin?” she mouthed. Taylor leaned forward and showed Jasmine a photo of him tied to the bed with a ball gag in his mouth with a mound of whipped cream on his crutch. “He got quite excited when we covered him with whipped cream.” “But where is he now?” “Oh still on the bed, we did all his packing for him and put his wallet and everything in his bag so it should reach his wife safely. The top item was a new tablet that showed him tied up on the bed and we left some other photos of him having a good time on holiday. This is the one I took after we got dressed and he realised he was going to be left behind, his expression is priceless isn't it?” “Don't forget the ones I photoshopped showing him having a really good time.” added Anna. “It's nice to think he can't get back off the island until the next supply boat comes in.” “Oh why?” “No money darling its all in his suitcase.” “No he'll have to scrub toilets to earn enough to eat and buy his ticket on the ferry, it's all arranged. Anyway he won't get back to the office for a couple of weeks by which time he'll have been deemed to have abandoned his position and thus resigned, neat isn't it.” “But what about your jobs?” “Oh that was all agreed with Silvester beforehand.”