Woodville by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

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Eric was busy, his technician had left so he’d had to work all the hours god sent to get his orders out. He’d phoned the real estate company and verbally agreed to renew his lease in the shopping mall, well it was a bit more expensive than a simple workshop would be but he could sell at the front and work in the back. He had hired first a student, then her sister to sell in the front whilst he toiled away in the back room. A month before the new lease he was sent a notice to quit. The pharmacy next door wanted to expand, he rang but was told he hadn’t formally renewed by letter so there was no contract.

He’d read somewhere that Woodville had had one of it’s major businesses close, maybe a smaller town might suit him better after all the mail order side was picking up so the store front might not be so important and with only himself to support he’d take a look. He rented a car and drove the seventy-minute drive down the open highway, not bad maybe not ideal in winter but whatever.

He parked in front of a café, walked inside, and saw at the back were three white-haired retirees watching the world go by. He noticed the waitress cover her left hand with her right before walking up to him at the counter. She took his order for a coffee and when she returned she lent forward and he swore that so much chest hadn’t been on display before. Her left hand was bare of any rings so he wondered what she’d been covering up. “Tonya Millar get that engagement ring back on your hand this instant.” The waitress rapidly straightened up and turned red. The three witches at the back table could be seen chortling as Tonya was berated by the woman from the kitchen door. She cast an eye towards the back table and the three retirees fell silent. Eric drank his coffee and escaped silently through the door. Across the street was an information booth so he thought he’d start his quest for somewhere to rent there.

“So how much are you paying in rent at the moment?” You could almost feel the hidden smile as he told her. “I’ll just lock the door then walk you across to the office building down the street.” She led him inside and he looked round at the office space, well plenty there, more than he needed really. “There’s a stockroom that might do for your workshop just through here.” It was a good size as well. He wondered what the rent would be.

She glanced down at her watch, “It’s time for lunch, I suggest you let me feed you, its only a few minutes walk to my house.” She fed him and relaxed him with a cup of coffee afterwards. “Shall we walk down to the auction seeing as I’m the auctioneer? If you’d just like to step this way.” She led him into a large warehouse where a number of chairs had been set out. To one side he noticed the three retirees who had come to bear witness. She left him sitting on a chair and stepped up to the podium. “On behalf of the City of Woodville I’d like to welcome you ladies and gentlemen. As you know we’re auctioning off today to recover taxes. Now the first item you’re bidding on is the office block, outhouses and contents. Do I hear a thousand dollars to start me off?” She looked very pointedly at Eric. “This is the freehold of the offices you’ve just looked through.” Eric shrugged his shoulders and raised his pen. “Thank you sir, I hear $1,000 bid, do I hear any other bids?” A suit raised his hand “$50,000.” “I’m only accepting cash bids today do you have $50,000 in cash?” “Well no but my cheque is good.” “Going for the first time at $1,000 cash.” She looked round the room again, “Second time, gone. Thank you all for coming.” He could hear the three retirees wheezing and laughing in the background. The suit looked on disgustedly. The girl stepped up to him holding out a document, “If you’d just sign the bottom and give me the money I’ll see to the transfer.” He dug out his wallet and pulled out $500. The room seemed to freeze waiting to see what would happen next. He looked at her then pulled out a money belt from below his waistband and counted out another $500 placing it in her hand. The room suddenly came to life. “What about the other items?” The man in the suit asked. “Sorry everything was included in the first item, outhouses and contents.” The suit looked throughly upset and stormed off yelling “You’ll be hearing from my lawyers.” As he stormed through the door. “So what upset him?” “Oh Mr. Perez, well he used to own the factory before he got squeezed by one of the discounters. They were taking 80% of his output when they squeezed him on price. He’d just purchased a new fully automated mill as well.” “And?” “Well after three months they couldn’t get the new computerised system to interface with the hardware. He laid off half a dozen workers and suggested to my sister that unless she dropped her knickers she would be laid off as well. He was a day late paying his property taxes so I instigated court proceedings which meant the banks demanded their money back and so he went under.” “Yes but you could have got more than a thousand by auctioning off everything separately surely.” “But the city was only owed a thousand so everything above that would have ended up in his pocket one way or another.” “But why me?” “You have no connections with anyone in the city so he can’t say anything was corrupt. It was all above board, we advertised the auction, not very well perhaps but it was advertised and the city got its back taxes, end of story. Now I’ll get my sister to show you round what you’ve just brought.”

Eric shook his head and turned to greet Heidi. “So what’s the catch she hasn’t mentioned yet?” “Well you now own most of the commercial property in the city and she probably hasn’t mentioned the property tax amount yet.” “How much?” She whispered in his ear. “That’s more than twice my company’s profit for the year.” “Don’t worry, hire me as your personal assistant and I’ll make sure to bring in enough revenue to cover costs and my salary. It’s just a matter of filling the office, factory and warehouse space with lots of different things.” “Such as?” “Well there are a few artists around who need space, the local church needs an office, there are a couple of nonprofits in need of space. The local food bank needs storage space, and Kelly was thinking of starting a day care.” “We aren’t going to grow rich out of those.” “True enough but every penny counts and lots of little pennies are better than no pennies.” “What choice do I have?” Heidi laughed and kissed him on the cheek. “Now we’ll start off with the house. It’s really a mansion but it comes with the property.” “You really screwed him didn’t you?” Heidi looked at him innocently, “He wasn’t a very nice person, always played hard ball and upset more than a few people in town, he deserved everything he got.” “Shall we move on?” “Here we have the five million dollar white elephant.” He looked at an enormous piece of machinery. “Is this the one he couldn’t get to work?” “The very one.” “Heidi, are they going to make any more wagons?” “Wagons Shane?” “Those old guys who have the model railroad you can ride on made one on the machine a week ago and I want to know are they going to make any more?” “Why don’t you show me the one they made?” Shane led them to the outdoor raised railroad line where a shiny new wagon that hadn’t been painted yet stood on the track.

“Now that changes things, somehow we have to convince them to share their knowledge.” “Will that be difficult?” “Well we could make Holly office manager.” “How would that help?” “You haven’t meet Holly.” “Go ahead. You seem to know what you’re doing and if it doesn’t work I’m bankrupt anyway unless someone wants to buy a five million-dollar white elephant.” “The shipping costs were enormous.” “Not economic then.” Heidi smiled at him “Catch on fast don’t you, I like that.” She pulled out her mobile and called Holly’s phone number. “Hi girl, I’ve found you a job as a manager.” “No, you don’t need to get changed for the interview. You've got the job. The only thing is you’ll need to hire some staff so you’d better dress for when you interview them.” “Well the three wise men managed to get the new mill running well enough to make a new wagon for their model railroad so I thought pay them a thousand a month each and give them an office and give you the title of manager, engineering department. The new shirt dress with perhaps the navy lace underneath, and the navy? See you soon then and I’ll arrange for them to be here.”

“Gentlemen I’ve hired a chief engineer and I’m looking to hire staff to get the white elephant working.” The three nodded their heads gloomily. “They spent three months trying to get that thing to work. Spent all sorts of money they did and you expect three retirees to get it to work?” “We’re retired now.” “Not up to scrambling under machinery these days.” “Besides everything else the transmission lines into Woodville won’t allow you to run it in the summer during daylight hours.” “Why?” “The airconditioning load in the rest of the city doesn’t give you enough spare capacity so they’ll offer you an interruptible supply then interrupt it for the daylight hours four months of the summer.” Eric was shaken that no one had thought of that. “Well at least meet my new manager of the engineering department.”

Holly walked through the door. “Hi guys I thought about giving you an office each and a thousand a month pocket money or we could all sit in one office together.” Holly sat down and her mid thigh shirt dress immediately rode up her legs showing every particle of minuscule underwear underneath as well as a glimpse of thigh above her stocking tops. “What makes you think we’d be any better than them experts?” Holly reached down and lifted up the new unpainted wagon. “You were saying?” “I think she caught you out Larry.” “So how did you do it?” Larry looked round at the others “I take it we are accepting the offer of a joint office?” at the nods he turned back. “Well if you must know one of the first consultants upgraded the operating system to Windows 8.1 but the software is only certified on Windows 7 so my granddaughter did something with a restore partition and restored Windows 7. Then if you notice the lights dim when the mill starts up that’s because the voltage drops and the built in computer prefers a stable voltage so wasn’t registering the interfaces as it should. We borrowed the CyberPower UPS from the finance section plugged it in and that dealt with the voltage drop. Simple really when you know how. The rest was just basic engineering principles.” “And if we are going to do this then I suppose we could augment the city power supply with solar panels.” Eric turned to Heidi “Shall we leave them to it and get back to my office?”

As they entered his new office Heidi groped him, running her fingers over his flies. “There’s nothing to worry about I’ve got everything in hand.” She lent up to kiss him on the cheek and undid his flies taking his hardening John Henry in her hand. “Just relax and leave everything in my capable hands. Oh by the way did I mention Craig is a younger son who has worked on farm machinery all his life so might be well suited to be a new technician for you. He could probably borrow our fork lift truck from the warehouse and the farm low loader trailer and move your equipment for you.” Eric just nodded his agreement as his sperm shot forth. Afterwards he murmured “Didn’t you object to something simular from Mr. Perez?” “Oh that, the difference is I like you.” She knelt down before him and worked him with her lips again until he felt his sperm release into her mouth. “There that’s better less clean up to do. I’ll get used to how sensitive you are after time.”

“Did you ever want to be a train driver when you were young?” “Doesn’t every small boy?” “Well your fairy godmother will grant your wish, you shall drive a train.” He looked puzzled “But I’m not qualified.” “Well its only a little train, the farm has two box cars of produce that need shunting down to our siding for the short line freight to pick up in an hour. We own the track so if you’d like to play at train driver?” She left the rest of the sentence in the air as Eric dashed to the door. Heidi led him out to a large pickup truck and had him drive out to the farm where at the crossing she had him reverse over the tracks using the back up camera to position the wheels over the track. She flipped a switch to lower the extra rail wheels down onto the track. They reversed up to the box cars then Heidi slipped out to attach the rear coupling on the pick up truck then backed him up to join the pick up truck to the two box cars. “Now take it steady no more than walking speed.” “The pickup will go faster than that won’t it?” “Yes but with over 200 tons of loaded boxcars behind us it won’t stop on a dime no matter what the ads for the pickup’s anti-lock brakes say.”

Back at the sidings Heidi unhooked the two box cars then climbed back into the cab. “Well that was fun to do once but I’m not sure I’d like to spend my life doing it.” “It doesn’t happen very often but once in a while the farm has produce to be moved up on to our siding where it gets collected by the short line railroad. Sometimes we have empties or loaded box cars to go to the farm.”

“I’m collecting, so $100,000 please.” Eric looked at her. “Remember the solar panels we need to run the white elephant in summer?” “Yes but you’ll need more than $100,000 won’t you?” “Well we’ve formed a coop and found a pension fund who’ll match our funds providing we provide the knowhow to build it and maintain them, this way we get more points for getting a feed in tariff. The rest of Woodville is in as well, 5% return plus your money back over twenty years. I think we can raise three million and the pension fund will match it to give us six million which is more than enough.” Resigned Eric reached for his cheque book.

Brooke slipped past Heidi’s office and in to see Eric. “Tiffany says we’re short of money this month so sent me down to pay in kind.” Eric wondered whether he was going to be offered a basket of eggs or modern art painting. Brooke hesitantly unzipped his slacks and applied her mouth to his rod. After a moment or two she lifted her head and asked “Am I doing this right? I’ve never done it before.” “You’re doing fine.” Eric replied before closing his eyes and relaxing as Heidi stood in the door watching. Brooke swallowed, why did she have all the nasty jobs to do rather than Tiffany? She asked herself. As she stood up to leave Heidi stepped forward. “We can’t let you go unsatisfied, Mr. Perez left a device somewhere here, here it is.”

Heidi pulled forward a Sybian on rollers and reached in a cupboard for a bottle of lubricant which she applied to the upright probe. Brooke’s eyes opened wide. “On you pop.” “What with that thing up me bum?” “It usually goes in the front hole but some try it up their bum, but you’ll need a smaller probe normally up your bum. Want to try it normally first?” Brooke gulped and lowered herself down onto the probe. “It’s a bit cold.” “Oh you’ll soon warm up.” Heidi switched on at the minimum settings. “It’s moving inside me?” Brooke exclaimed in panic. Heidi reached over and pulled her thin top off exposing Brooke’s breasts, “It’s supposed to.” She reached out and before Brooke realised what was happening she’d handcuffed Brookes arms behind her to the back of the Sybian. Heidi turned back to Eric and pulled up the accounts receivable book. “I’ve been meaning to go over these figures with you for a day or two. One or two accounts are a bit behind but I think they’ll pay up eventually its just a matter of deciding how much extra credit we are willing to extend to them.” It was a quarter of an hour later that Brooke gave a shudder. Heidi stood up and opened the door of a wall cupboard more widely. “Ah here they are I knew he had some somewhere.” She lifted out a pair of clear pink suction nipple vibrators and attached them to Brooke’s nipples and turned up the settings slightly for the Sybian. Brooke was flushed by this time. Heidi came back to Eric’s desk and set an alarm on for fifty minutes and carried on talking about the accounts receivable and whom they could extend credit to.

The alarm went off. “Oh my how time flies when your enjoying yourself.” Heidi stepped over to an exhausted Brooke and switched off the controls and unhooked her giving her a long French kiss and a hug which totally confused Brooke as Heidi never went near the lesbian hang out pub. What did it all mean? “There that’s today’s rent paid, now for tomorrow’s rent we’ll expect to see Tiffany as I’m sure Eric will appreciate seeing her on the Sybian with it up her bum and there’s all Mr. Perez’s little whips and toys we can experiment on her as well.” She held the cupboard door open so Brooke could inspect the torturous implements hanging up. Brooke looked aghast and backed out of the office door tugging her thin cotton top on over her head as she left. Heidi turned back to Eric “and as for you, we can’t afford to let people pay in kind like that, if you need sexual relief you’ll have to make do with me.” “Will Tiffany really come tomorrow?” “That bitch no way, she was just pimping out Brooke to save a dollar or two. No we’ll have their monthly rent cheque here by the end of the day.” “So who are they?” Tiffany and Brooke? Just two of the lesbian clique that have drifted in recently, its cheap housing and they get by doing odd things on the internet.” “Should I ask?” “Well that sort of thing only as a last resort at month end, Brooke is a qualified chef but as Tiffany says there aren’t enough businessmen around to justify the sort of high end restaurant Brooke would like to cook for.”

“We need some trained staff.” “So can’t we just hire someone else’s by offering them a $ an hour more like everyone else does?” “They’d need to relocate. If we trained them, they’d probably stay as there is nowhere else for them to go, besides we can get grants for apprentices. I blanked out the names then gave them to our resident engineers and they’ve come up with the top twenty.” “So hire them.” “They’ll need a supervisor.” Eric glanced round at his waste paper bin and pulled out a CV and dialled a number. “Miss Lauren Hall?” “Yes who’s speaking please?” “Eric Turner, I’m looking for a manager. If you can find your way to Woodville within the next two hours, you have an interview, if not I’ll assume you’re not interested.” “Woodville’s over an hour’s drive away even if I borrow my mum’s car, I’ll need more time to get changed.” “Can’t you come as you are?” “I’m wearing jeans!” came the wail over the phone. “Well I’m wearing them as well. I’m lazy, looking at your CV you look a perfect fit and I’d like to get it settled today so its your call, if you can be here within two hours fine, if not I’m quite happy to pull the next CV out of my filing system.” He looked down towards the waste bin again. “I’m on the way.” Came the resigned voice down the phone.

There was a knock on at the door “Come in.” He called. “Mr. Turner?” He smiled “I’m Lauren Hall.” “Good.” He looked round his desk and found the stack of CVs he’d been looking for. “Here you are, we need twenty qualified engineers, my staff have been through the CVs with the names blanked out to avoid any prejudice so your job is to convince them to accept an offer for an apprenticeship. You’re on minimum wage, but we can throw in a small apartment for free and any meals you eat at the café in the complex are free as well as we pay you a bonus of $10,000 for each one who becomes qualified.” “You mean a $200,000 bonus?” “At the end of five years if you manage to coach them all successfully through.” Lauren looked through the CV’s some of the maths grades were better than hers. She took a deep breath, “I accept.” “Good now if you just see Heidi next door she’ll give you the keys to the apartment and the CVs with the names so you can call them up.”

Lauren looked through the CVs in horror. “These are all girls.” “Yes I know I thought I’d better blank the names so our engineers wouldn’t be put off.” “Do they know they’ve applied to be engineering apprentices?” “You know I think they came from the office junior pile. Practically all the local boys have left Woodville so only the girls are left.” Lauren stormed out and back into Eric’s office “They’re all females.” “So?” “But females don’t become engineering apprentices.” “Ah you mean we won’t need your services?” She looked at him puzzled for a moment. “Well if you haven’t anyone to manage then we don’t need a manager.” She sighed “OK I’ll see what I can do.” She went back to see Heidi. “What if they don’t want to become engineering apprentices?” “Then you don’t get your $10,000 bonus for them do you.” “Does everyone know about the bonus?” “No just Eric and myself, I do the books and can be discreet. I suggest you invite them all in for lunch then talk to them and explain the advantages. If one or two decide to do it the rest might even follow.”

“Well lunch wasn’t bad but why?” “I just want to offer you a job.” There was a pause then Erin chimed in, “We’re all unemployed, so why the lunch, is it some sort of white slave job?” “No I just thought you might like to do an engineering apprenticeship.” “Wow, watch my lips girl, girls don’t do engineering.” Heidi put her head round the door, “It pays at least twice the pay of an office junior and sometimes there’s shift work which pays a premium, why don’t you ask Ralph about it first before rejecting it out of hand.”

Ralph came wondering through the door, “Oh I’m sorry I thought I was supposed to be talking of a group of would be engineering apprentices. Which room are they in?” “You’re in the right room.” “I am, well I’d better talk to you then.” “Heidi mentioned something about pay and shift work.” “Well the pay isn’t bad, usually you’re looking at six figures with a bit of shift work and overtime. Some of the lads do the night shift for a year or two to save up to buy a house.” “You mean a deposit on a house?” “Come with me and have a look at Big Bertha.” The girls trailed after him and he took them to view their latest high tech machine. “Big Bertha here costs around five million dollars so that’s half a million a year for interest and half a million a year in repayment costs before you do anything and those costs have to be spread over whatever you make. They dwarf everything else, even your exorbitant wages it pays to run Big Bertha here 24 hours a day seven days a week.” They stood open mouthed then realised that they really would be well paid and working nights might even buy them a house. Lauren thought she might even do an apprenticeship herself with her staff, merely to better understand what her staff would be doing of course and perhaps she might just fill in for the occasional night shift.

Lauren could see Allison struggling with the maths so found a retired school teacher who was willing to give her and some of the others extra coaching. Erin was at the point of giving up, it was just too messy and she felt her hands were getting too grimy. Lauren found some gloves that protected her hands and hand cleanser that worked. She encouraged them when they were down and smiled at them when they succeeded. Allison thought she was great.

“You’ve a meeting at ten o’clock this morning with the parcel company district manager, Harry wants to be there so I’ve set it up in the conference room, a meeting that sounded ominous. He wondered why a district manager wanted to meet him. Surely his twenty to thirty packages a day didn’t warrant him coming out from the city?

Eric glanced round the room as he entered. “What will happen now that Ron has decided to retire? I mean his commuter bus must be fourteen years old, who can afford to buy a new bus?” “He has a waiting list of twenty as well.” “Have you thought about taking the train?” There were chortles of laughter around the table. “Harry we know you work for the short line company but really there are limits.” “Seriously it could be done.” “Why would we want to do it?” asked Eric. “Well 70% of the cost of running a bus or a train is the cost of the driver. So from a cost point of view there isn’t much difference. Oh the train gets about twice the gas milage of a bus, they last about thirty years rather than fifteen but normally the upfront cost is higher. A commuter bus typically holds fifty passengers, a three car-set train around a hundred and fifty plus a couple of wheelchairs etc. and you can always couple two sets together. So your running costs are considerably lower than commuter buses.” Eric picked up on normally “Normally?” “Oh the city is upgrading and standardising on electric trains or EMUs as they are called so they have three sets of DMUs which I hear would be available at a very reasonable price to someone such as Woodville transit authority. Fully accessible so they meet all the criteria for transit grants.” “Servicing?” “Well we service them at the moment.” Would they bite? He crossed his fingers, his company would be laying off staff if they didn’t. Eric thought there must be a drawback, “So how much seed money are we talking?” “$100,000 up front, a good commuter bus can cost you best part of a million dollars these days.” “A web site with car sharing software would be cheaper.” “But four gallons of gas a day twenty days a month, that’s eighty gallons a month, double the costs for wear and tear, throw in parking at two hundred or so a month and three to four hundred a month commuter bus or rail doesn’t look too bad. I suggest two trips in the morning and two in the evening plus perhaps one at lunch time.” “That’s one and a half thousand seats a day. Where would we get the passengers to fill them?” “You happen to be seventy minutes drive from one city and ninety minutes drive from another in the opposite direction but rail isn’t subject to speed limits. A train set from the first could become the train set to the second and depart a minute or so after arriving at Woodville. You only need permission to run two commuter lines but it would be faster than flying these days with the security checks.” Heidi thought he had an evil mind but she liked the idea. “Then you could consolidate the high schools here and in the village to offer better courses, with a train service some students could live at home and commute rather than pay to rent an apartment in the city. The elderly might like to use it for appointments and shopping. You don’t have to charge everyone the same fare.” “I could have a little restaurant on board and serve them breakfast as they travel.” Chimed in Brooke. “Commuter trains don’t normally have a dining car.” “Oh well it was just a thought.” Harry seemed to remember something about a tourist train for sale now that its track had been washed away and there was no money to pay for the replacement complete with a dinning car and kitchen and if they got a grant it could be doable. Besides they had a couple of spare locos floating round they’d picked up cheap when two lines had merged.

“Just to come back to the original reason for the meeting, something about parcel pick up I don’t understand though why it involves so many people it’s quite beyond me.” “Well that’s why I’m here, at the moment we send a van out to drop off and pick up your packages but I don’t know if you are aware of it but your company also receives one full box car and sends us two box cars a day to our regional distribution centre.” “We do?” asked Eric. Heidi nodded, “I was going to mention it to you but the time never seemed quite right.” “So what I was wondering was if you could send and receive all your parcels by box car which would give you our lowest bulk rate for all your packages and see if I could talk you into being our agent in town. That would mean storing the odd box for collection and a certain amount of paperwork.” Heidi’s eyes lit up a little more money to cover costs. Eric glanced at her and nodded his agreement. “Just to come back to the train idea once more will the freight traffic hold up our train sets?” “No strangely enough the line was originally built to carry both so its double tracked with passing loops, we left it double tracked when we brought it up since it made running the line easier.” Besides which we didn’t have the money to dig up one set of tracks he added mentally to himself.

“We’ve heard back from the transport department, we get a grant to operate the train and some funding towards buying the units but they need a Transportation Master Plan.” “A what?” “They’re arranging for planner to come and do a study for a year to draw one up can we arrange accommodation?” “Can we?” “Well the girls have offered to double up and let him have his own room.” “Sounds good.” Eric was more interested in getting his own company back up and working than all these side projects.

Sean moved in a week a later and started to collect data on how many trips people made and how they made them to provide input to the transportation master plan. Apparently Woodville promised to be small enough that he could do a though and complete examination. Allison sensed he was interested in Miss Prim and Proper with her business suit but at the rate he chatted women up and she was so prim and proper they’d never get together. Allison thought he was rather nice but a bit old, God he must be nearly thirty, just perfect for Lauren, still he was slightly dishy and she hoped that Chelsea wouldn’t get her claws in him as she tended to try and seduce anything that was male and under sixty. She’d be noble and self sacrificing and make sure no one but Lauren got her claws into him except herself until she could work out a way to bring Miss Prim and Sean together.

She wondered what his room was like, dressed in her cotton nighty she slipped into his room and browsed his book shelves, books how terribly old fashioned, still you didn’t need to recharge them did you, she picked one up and was soon absorbed in the story. There wasn’t a armchair to curl up in and she didn’t like the idea of sneaking a book out without permission. She slid under the duvet, he wouldn’t be back for ages she rationalised and was soon rivetted by the tale of the heroine locked away in the Count’s mountain top castle. So much so that Sean had crept quietly into his room on seeing the light on. “Whose been sleeping in my bed?” he asked. Allison looked up startled, “I wasn’t expecting you back before nine.” She glanced at the bed side clock, ten minutes past ten o’clock. “Whoops, I sort of got carried away reading, I haven’t read a real book for years and I was just being nosey and having a butchers round your room and I sort of picked one up and sort of started to read it. I didn’t want to borrow it without permission and there wasn’t an armchair to curl up in so I sort of ended up in your bed.” Sean stripped his clothes off. “Move over.” “But the other side’s cold.” “I know. That's the price for getting caught.” She wrinkled her nose up at him, “But you can stay.” “I only wanted to read a book.” “Well there’s plenty more on the shelf besides I’ve seen the gleam in Chelsea’s eye.” “Enough said then.” She wiggled over to the cold side but came and snuggled up to get warm once he’d got into bed.

Heidi looked at the order book for Big Bertha once again. It was really most satisfactory, she wondered in to see Eric and showed him the order book. Eric grimaced. “I thought you’d be pleased.” “It’s the thought of all the tax I’ll have to pay.” “Oh that’s simple we could incorporate then reward you with stock options, they’re taxed at a much lower rate, and if you got married that would lower the burden as well.” She teased and crossed her fingers well you never know given the right nudge. He looked up at her and twitched his nose. “Eric is willing.” She looked back at him in shock “I was only teasing.” “Does that mean no?” She thought about it and shook her head, “I recognise the quote but wasn’t it Barkis is willing? Still I accept.”

Sydney came in waving the keys “Hey guys we’re going clubbing tonight!” “Get real. We can’t all fit inside your mother’s subcompact.” “No there’s a rush order on and it has to get to the depot by midnight.” “So?” “It’s three pallets already loaded on the choo-choo train and I get the keys to drive the train to town and back this evening. So room for all!” “Coming Lauren?” “No I thought I’d spend a quiet night at home.” “Oh fuck Miss stuck up prim and proper let’s just go.” “Will this do to loosen her up?” Chelsea pulled out a large vibrator from her bag and turned it on showing off the moving beads below the surface and the flashing lights. “Dumbo, you can’t stick anything in her that’s rape.” “But one of these held over her pussy would loosen her up as well.” Lauren opened her mouth to voice her objections but a ball gag was slipped in place, then the magic wand was held at its lowest setting over the front seam of her slacks. “She can’t go clubbing dressed like that, strip her.” “No let’s get her own the train first in the last coach then we can really get to work on her.”

How do these work?” Erin held up a pair of vibrators with suction bulbs on them. “Those fit over your nipples.” “Really?” “Well she’s getting undressed anyway so let’s try them out.” It normally took fifty minutes for the train to complete its journey but in the twilight Sydney decided to go green and drive a little slower to watch out for the signals. Lauren was brought to the boil after thirty minutes and still had to orgasm for another forty five minutes as the nipple suction vibrators and Hitachi did their work. As well as the helpful hands that caressed her body. Eventually someone pulled out a pair of tiny fluorescent knickers that had a string of beads joining the front and back triangles together between her thighs and an apology for a dress, with a cowl plunging neckline halter top that plunged to the waist over a very short black lace skirt. Erin thought it was probably meant to be a nightdress rather than anything else but Lauren in a bemused state was hustled off the train and smuggled into the club whilst Erin and Emily distracted the doorman.

“Leroy, my man and Joe, meet Lauren, its her first time here so do you guys think you could show her a good time on the dance floor?” On the dance floor her fluorescent knickers glowed indecently beneath her black lace skirt. Leroy and Joe sandwiched her between them, Joe’s hard rod fitted in nicely into her butt and he leaned forward to nibble her ear. Leroy lent forward and rained kisses on her exposed neck. The number change to a slower dance and Joe’s hands slid in either side of her halter to cup her breasts and squeeze her nipples. Leroy slid his fingers between her legs up to her knickers where he found the string of beads that joined front and back between her thighs. “Man I think we can give you the big O on the dance floor here babe.” And between them Joe and Leroy rubbed themselves up against the already warmed up Lauren. Allison looked on rivetted “She hasn’t just had one on the floor has she?” Erin nodded “I wouldn’t be surprised.” “Do you think we ought to rescue her before they gang bang her, she doesn’t quite look as if she knows what’s happening.” “Well with three of Chelsea’s fruit juices that she was fed on the train that were at least half vodka she might not be completely aware of what is happening. Oh I suppose we could be good and go and rescue her, if only so I can rub myself up against Leroy before Chelsea.” Allison stood up from Sean’s lap, “If Erin and I distract Leroy and Joe do you think you can sneak in and grab Lauren before she falls down?” Sean looked up, “That’s Lauren out there in that dress?” “I think Chelsea lent it to her she’s the only one who’d have something that indecent in her wardrobe.”

Sean raised his eyebrows and feeling protective of her grabbed hold of Lauren before the circling wolves had a chance. Lauren wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled up to him for safety’s sake. “I’d like to go home.” She whispered in his ear. “We’ll have to wait for the train and I think you’ve safer on the dance floor with me than risking some of those guys ogling you from the side.” Lauren flushed, “I don’t think I’ve ever been ogled before.” That and slow dancing with Sean made her, well my wasn’t it warm inside the club and judging by what was grinding into her Sean found her attractive as well. Lauren just lapped up the attention. She rode home on the train curled up in Sean’s lap and when they got back to Woodville Allison carried her off and tucked her up in Sean’s bed in a night gown that Sean had shown interest in earlier whilst Erin declared that Sean must have a mug of her special cocoa in the kitchen before turning in.

Next morning Sean was as surprised as Lauren to find themselves in bed together when Allison brought them in a mug of coffee each. “He likes to spend Sunday morning in bed, I hope you aren’t going to disappoint him.” She twirled and left them to it, she wondered if Craig was going to church today?

Brooke smoothed the white linen table cloth out in the dining car and straighten the freesia’s in the vase. All the businessmen Tiffany could wish for, a proper breakfast on the way there, and on the return dinner, well with two hours to kill it was an ideal length of time for a meal. She had her regulars who she prepared a more elaborate menu that they could preorder by her smart phone App the day before. She’d have to work out something tasty for the coffee trolley which had come with the dining car. Eric had mentioned the coffee should be free but a few bacon sandwiches might sell well.