Cynthia’s Summer Job by Karen Blayne

These are really Cynthia’s summer e-mails, but I thought you might like to catch up on her news.

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.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. They were first posted on asstr.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author. All copies must be of the entire document. Asstr.org accepts donations if you’re feeling rich or even if you’re not.

Luv Karen

August 22nd

Hi Karen,

How’s Simon? How are Paul and Sara? Long time no see. Sorry I haven’t written for ages but the free ISP I was using went bankrupt, must have been all the e-mails I sent you. Anyway got another; well Nigel has one so I used that one. Nigel, Oh I haven’t told you yet have I? Anyway I’ll start with the first e-mail I was going to send you ages and ages ago, I’ve tagged the others on the end. I wrote most of them ages ago but Jennifer said I wasn’t to send it until after August 21st cause my job was hush hush, OhMyGod can you imagine me having a hush hush job and not telling anyone all summer? Mind you I’ve only just figured out how to send all my e-mails cause although I wrote them on the laptop I hadn’t figured out how to change the ISP for sending them.

May 23rd.

Hey girl I got a job, a summer job, a real summer job! It’s not even minimum wage either. I sent off like 2,000 CVs, my mom printed them off and stuffed them at work with this really cool machine, then added the envelopes onto one of their mail outs. I got a phone call from some girl asking could I start tomorrow, be there at 7:25 for an interview, job starts at 7:30 am. So 5:30 I get up and shower, even dug out a skirt to wear, well I wanted to make a good impression. You know it still fitted me, god it must be two years since I’ve worn a skirt but Oh well want a job have to look the part. Do you remember how we shortened all my grey school uniform skirts to six inches above the knee but left one just in case, well I wore just in case, I just knew it would come in useful one day. I couldn’t find any tights though so I put on my old knee socks. So at 7:24 am I present myself at the door, white blouse and ex-school uniform pleated grey skirt polished black shoes with no heels. Sort of Mom would approve neat and tidy. I’d even brushed my hair a hundred strokes as well. I was welcomed by quite a pleasant lady who looked me up and down then said “He likes his coffee at 7:32am, I’ll show you where to make it and how he likes it, the kettle has boiled.” “But isn’t someone going to interview me?” “Yes but I have to break it to him slowly and he’s more human after his coffee.” Mystified I followed her into the office kitchen and she made coffee for three of us, Blue Mountain coffee, carefully measured out, only a certain type of paper filter, water off the boil for 2 minutes first, MyGod she hasn’t seen me first thing in the morning making coffee. She looked me up and down once more. “Oh dear, take your top off and your bra, Umm, yes I know, I’ve a silk chemise that should fit in my drawer.” Yes I know I’m supposed to play a part but what part am I playing I wonder to myself? “Right now no makeup, no earrings, make his coffee for him, make sure he eats, he tends to forget, and get him to London for August 15th for his presentation. If you get time, spell check it for him and check his grammar and style. Action stations he’s here!”

“Good morning Dr. Lawton”. A rather thin, lanky, almost scrawny, 1960s hippie looking sort of man who looked as if he had just sprinkled his clothes on at random drifted through the door. He really didn’t look anything special, in fact if I’ve passed him in the street I might have given him a dollar for a coffee. I handed him his coffee as he put his hand out. He sort of drifted off into his office. “OK. Now I’m Jennifer, my sister has just had a car accident and I have to go and sort out her four children and husband until she gets out of hospital. I think I’ll be gone about three months so for the next three months you become Dr. Lawton’s minder. He’s working on multiplexing fibre transmitters. Basically if he gets it right the company stays in business and makes lots of money, if he doesn’t well we won’t talk about that. If you really need to speak to me here is my mobile number. Otherwise the travel arrangements etc. are on my desk with the office credit card.”

“I’ve put you down as a management consultant, at $800 a day, with an $40,000 bonus in stock options if the presentation is delivered on time.” What gives with this job, no one but no one gets paid $800 a day now do they? “Don’t talk about any details about your job or Dr. Lawton to anyone and I mean anyone until after August 21st. When you fly take two bouncers from the Blue Lagoon club in the basement with you. I’ve spoken to Steve about that, any problems that way there is a panic button under my desk, Steve will have someone one up very quickly. Clothes, you’ll be staying at the Savoy in London and there will probably be a few receptions so you’ll need a few respectable outfits, cocktail, garden party, evening gowns sort of thing. Talk to Jonathan, take his advice, put them on the office credit card. If you can get Dr. Lawton into a suit so much the better, but don’t bother if he gets too absorbed in his work, in fact if you can get him to eat regularly you’ll be doing well. Jean-Pierre will cook lunch and an evening meal for you both at the Blue Lagoon. You can either use Isaac’s taxi company to drive Dr. Lawton to and from work or do it yourself. It’s probably safer if you do it yourself. There are four different cars; here are the keys Steve will show you where they are. Also I suggest you rent a car at least once a week and use those, vary the cars, vary the routes. Its long hours but not much to do in the office.”

“Now basically all you have to do is change his coffee three times a day, look pretty, show a bit of tit and ass then Dr. Lawton won’t even notice I’m not here.” Then she kissed me, not a gentle kiss on the cheek but a deep French Kiss. I felt her hand on my breast and my nipple firm in response to her touch. I mean I’m not like that or at least I didn’t think I was apart from last Christmas with you after the cherry brandy of course. Then, in a state of shock, bruised lips, protruding nipples and flustered as I was she took me by the hand and led me into Dr. Lawton’s office after knocking on the door.

“Dr. Lawton, this is Ms Cynthia Chappell who will be working in the office as a summer student. My sister has had a car accident and I’d like to go and sort her family out for a few days and Ms Chappell has agreed to look after you in my place.” Dr. Lawton looked up nodded and returned to his computer screen. “Thank you”. We exited the room my interview finished.

“Sorry about the kiss but men don’t seem to be able to refuse an aroused pretty girl anything and I didn’t want to take any chances. So far I haven’t had any sexual harassment from Dr. Lawton, in fact if anything quite the opposite, but he seems a bit more cheerful if I brush my breasts against him from time to time, anyway my flights in an hour so I must run. If you want something to read I usually order it from Amazon, put it on the office credit card, if Dr. Lawton wants something get it the fastest delivery possible, and now I’m late so I really must run, you’re in charge. I couldn’t get an agency girl in the time frame, but I had just had time to get security to clear you first and I’ve checked your references, looked through your C.V. and I sure you’ll do fine. Give Steve a ring about 10 am and he’ll sort out the bouncers for you.” With that she disappeared down the stairs murmuring “I’m late, I’m late….

I sat down and looked over the desk, it all sounded a bit James Bondish but what the heck for $800 a day I can live with that. Jennifer had left a sheet of instructions that said beware head hunters and that no one was to be admitted whatsoever unless Dr. Lawton himself told me he was expecting someone. OK so I have to watch out for pygmies armed with blow pipes. There was the web address of a web site which sold his coffee, in case of panic, panic who me? Press the red button under the desk. I had a look, just like a bank there was a red button with a guard over the top. Password for the office computer, instructions on how to check for e-mails, OK, where the spare kettle was. Let’s hope I don’t need that one. The office door opened and a young lady dressed in a business suit walked in. “Hi my name is Sandra Montgomery and I’m from the Financial Times to see Dr. Lawton.”

“I’m sorry but he is not available at the moment.” God I sounded like I knew what I was saying. She strolled into the office and started picking papers up. “I think you’d better leave”. “Oh no I’m quite happy to wait until he is available”. She sat down crossed her elegant legs and picked up a magazine and started to thumb it through. I looked through the notes Jennifer had left. Undesirables maybe removed by pressing red button under desk. I pressed the button under the desk and heard the door to Dr. Lawton’s door lock behind me.

Thirty seconds later the office door was flung back and in dashed three men, a bit breathless, well you could just about call them men. The door was only just wide enough as they came in one at a time. The last a slightly older one turned to me and panted “I’m Steve and I assume this is our special visitor?” I nodded. “Would you like to step this way please madam”. He held the door open. “No way I came to interview Dr. Lawton and I’m not going before I do”. Steve nodded. The two goons with him picked up the chair Ms. Montgomery was sat on and carried it out of the door. “Sorry about that.” He looked round “I think I’d better see about an entry phone, and CCTV. Jennifer had mentioned it to me but I hadn’t quite got round to arranging it. I take it you’re Ms. Chappell?” I nodded “But won’t you call me Cynthia at least. My friends call me CC or Cyn”. I offered. “Steve and Cyn it is then.”

“I’ll be back up about 5 to 10 to escort you down to the club.” I nodded. The Club sounded quite imposing. I sat back and wondered what I had gotten myself into. Still the money was good. I looked at the instructions in front of me, check his coffee cup about 9:30. I wondered about popping out for a pastry at the store downstairs. I popped my blouse back on over the tank top and locked the door behind me. Downstairs they had heavenly croissants so I brought two and took them back upstairs. Took off my blouse and carefully made another pot of coffee, Blue Mountain beans, the smell was heavenly, put one of the croissants on a plate and carried it into Dr. Lawton’s office. He was staring at the computer screen with a notepad in front of him. I placed the plate down and tip toed off with his cup. Refilled it and took it back in. An absent-minded hand picked up the croissant and moved it towards his mouth. He looked far too young to be a Dr. and far too absorbed in what was in front of him to worry too much about what I was wearing. At $800 a day my very own golden goose, he just looked like he needed fattening up.

Steve came in at the appointed hour carrying an empty office chair. “Here you are, your Ms. whatever wasn’t a reporter from the Financial Times by the way, we checked so good job you called us.” “What did you do with her?”, “Oh we just carried the chair outside and set it down in the rain and asked her for some identification. She mentioned she’d left it in her car and scampered off. Chair’s a bit damp mind but it will soon dry off. You come and look over my young men.” We walked down the fire escape together, Steve telling me about the deal Jennifer had cut with the Blue Lagoon. Amongst other concerns the company owned property, and was the Blue Lagoon’s landlord. Since Jennifer had arrived the Blue Lagoon now paid $5 a month rent for a downtown location plus a bit of assistance when required. “Makes quite a difference to the books I can tell you.” “What sort of club was the Blue Lagoon?” I timidly asked. You know me I’m never timid, but with Steve I was timid. “It’s just a club with a stage and a dance floor. We tried comedians but they didn’t seem to go with the lunch time crowd so these days we have young ladies dancing round a pole on stage and the best French cuisine this side of Paris. Actually whilst I think about it have you ever tried dancing for a living? The pay is quite good for a summer student job and our patrons rather like seeing a fresh pair of breasts. You blush rather nicely as well, go down like a bomb you would.” He leered at me, “Quite certain you don’t want to give it a try?” “Just remember Jennifer left me in charge. What did you say was the going rent for the premises?” I asked sweetly. “Alright, alright nuff said can’t blame a guy for trying.”

We entered the club. “Right lady and gentlemen line up. Chests out, maybe not Alison, let see whom takes the eye of the young lady today.” He turned to me “Take your time, have a feel, give them a squeeze if you like, see how solid they are. Try them out, give them a punch, kick the tires. Look for a bit of chemistry, look for someone whom you would feel comfortable taking orders from.” I looked at him. “Well if pinch comes to shove these lads will be the ones telling which way to go whilst they head the threat off.” He turned back to the assembled crowd, “By the way bit of foreign travel in this one. Bit of Merry old England in the tourist season.” The crowd stood straighter, shoulders were flung back. I walked down the line, God Karen I kid you not these guys made the football team look like wimps. I had to look up at practically everyone and you know how rare that is for me. I stopped at one that looked like solid muscle. I walked round him savouring his tight bum, giving it a friendly grope as I passed, my pick of these beef cakes. I continued to the next “Steve are these guys for real?” The guy I stopped in front growled then went to pick me up; I turned kneed him in the groin and threw him with a hip throw to the floor. Steve just grinned. “Guess you aren’t going to Blighty then Ron.” I walked up to the next. He was a bit shorter than the others. He stepped back and winked at me grinning. “No way do I want to take your test lady, let’s just say I’ve failed.” I walked further down the line; suddenly whirled and caught the one I’d just passed with my foot behind his knee. A second fell at my feet. I was beginning to enjoy this.

The next had a cauliflower ear and broken nose. I walked up to him and stroked the inside of his thigh, looking up as I looked him in the eye. My hand moved higher and cupped his balls. A female voice spoke “Cynthia darling I think you should put him down”. I did as I was told and another male lay writhing at my feet. “Sorry Fred that was a rather unfortunate choice of words wasn’t it? Steve before you let her demolish your bouncers altogether perhaps I should mention Miss Innocent here” I curtsied and fluttered my eye lashes “has a black belt in Judo and is the only person I’ve seen better Arthur besides myself of course. I came across her at the course I ran for female students in the art of self defence at the University.” Steve gave me a disapproving look and I hung my head, as you know every word was true but it’s not often a girl gets to have so much fun. I looked at Steve, “But you did say I could give them a squeeze? How else is a girl to know if a man has the balls she wants”. No answer came so I thought I’d better come clean “I suppose I’d better have Miss Alison Counts and Arthur Bell then. That is if they don’t mind.”

“Actually its Mr. and Mrs. Bell these days, we got married last month and a trip to Europe would be an ideal delayed wedding trip.” Alison stepped towards Arthur who had winked at me earlier. Steve looked shaken. “Well they would be my first choice as well since they fade into the background more than some of my other gentlemen.” He shook his head and glowered at the rest. “Priceless, bloody priceless, three of you put down on the floor by a slip of a girl. Couldn’t you think what to do other than lie down, roll over and wag your tail? God only knows what you’d do with a drunken punter. I can see I’ll have to get Alison to give you a bit more practise on the mats.” He turned to me “I don’t suppose you fancy a career as a doorman either?” I shook my head, “It’s alright Ron your job is safe, unless I see you on the floor at the feet of another girl once more this month, understand?” He looked back at me. “I suggest that Alison pops back with you to the office and you can discuss what needs to be done.” Alison and I returned upstairs.

Alison looked through the itinerary, “Have you ever been to a live theatre or the opera?” I thought about it. “Apart from a school play I don’t think I ever have.” “You’re in for a treat then. Clothes, ever spent $500 on a dress?” My jaw dropped! “People don’t do that for real do they?” “Indeed they do, but we need to dress both you and I and we really should try to keep the total under $10,000 unless of course we can coax Dr. Lawton into evening dress in which case I think we’ll be forgiven anything. Thinking of which it’s nearly twelve and if I’m not mistaken Jean-Pierre is very unforgiving of anyone who is late for one of his meals. Come on I’ll take you both down.”

I buttoned up my blouse once more. I felt more comfortable with a bit more covering on when I went back to the club. I tapped on the office door, “Feeding time”. Dr. Lawton picked up his notepad and pencil and continued to scribble as we guided him through the door and onto the elevator only to see Sandra Montgomery there. I motioned to Alison, we deposited the Doctor in one corner and scooped out Ms. Sandra from the other. Alison gave her hand a quick chop as she attempted to hold the door and climb back in.

When we entered the club Dr. Lawton and Alison went on ahead. I stopped in the doorway looking in amazement as two dancers were dancing practically naked on the stage. I looked at the audience and found they were slowly turning their heads my way. I seemed to have caught their eye for some reason, I would have thought the expanse of naked flesh being exposed on the stage would have kept their attention. I froze quite unable to move. A scantily clad waitress came across, “Come and sit down, if you stand in the door way any longer with that fresh innocent school girl look they’ll all start drooling”. As I followed a voice called out and offered $50 for me to go and do a turn on the stage. I looked at the waitress, she shrugged her shoulders, “Why not he didn’t specify naked.” We walked over to the DJ and looked through his CDs. There was one I recognised from gran’s collection, “Thirteen Women and only One Man in Town”, I thought that might bring back a few memories to the old duffers, besides which I knew grandma’s exercise routine, cause we used to do it together sometimes. Five minutes later I was $50 cash richer, thanks gran. I think they enjoyed me dancing around the stage, even the little curtsey I did at the end holding my hand out for my $50. I’m certain I got more applause and enthusiasm than anyone else anyway.

Eventually I arrived a little breathless at a small table set for four that looked quite out of place. If I was generous I’d say the Blue Lagoon looked seedy, but the table cloth was white linen, the cutlery spotless and if the waitress did look as if she was about to fall out of her top at any second, at least she didn’t look rushed. She addressed us. “Hi my name is Trish and I’ll be your waitress during the week both lunch time and in the evening. Is Arthur supposed to be on duty as well?” she asked Alison. “I’ll collect him on the way round. If you want anything just ask. Just water to drink? We have Evian, Perrier, Apollinaris, Aqua Silva, Aqua Vera, Quézac, Vermount Pure, and corporation pop as Arthur likes to call it. Since money’s no object I suggest corporation pop with ice, at least you know it’s been tested.” “Corporation pop? “ ”Tap water luv, Arthur is from the north of England and apparently the municipalities there are known as corporations hence corporation pop. I think it sounds rather nice, don’t you?” I asked about a menu. Trish looked taken back. “Menu, I don’t think we really have a menu, Jean-Pierre creates and you eat.” I looked taken back. “Don’t worry you’ll love it, whatever it is. Jennifer has the bill and gratuities for the four of you all taken care of by the way.”

The meal started with soup and fresh rolls still warm from the oven. I swear to god I put on 10 lbs. on this job. I mean soup doesn’t even begin to describe the dish. It just was so good, quite thick with a sprinkling of green stuff on top. Best of all I didn’t have to cook it or wash-up afterwards. You know food really does taste nicer when it’s not served on foam plates with plastic knives and forks. Ours came on elegant bone china plates with a pretty blue flower pattern. The main course was a bit scrimpy I mean three tiny baby carrots was the vegetable portion, the veal, I’d never even had veal before… and the sweet trolley, well Alison and I shared a chocolate gateau between us, but I swear I could have savoured every morsel on there.

My golden goose of course simply reread his notebook and made more notes all through the meal even when Trish was talking to the next table and managed to give him a shoulder massage with her bum. Still he ate it all so what can I say? After the meal Arthur asked me what I thought of the works canteen? Trish overheard him and threatened to relay his comments onto Jean-Pierre. After the second course the great Jean-Pierre himself came out, complete with a proper tall chef’s hat, and inspected the plates and Dr. Lawton before Trish took them away. He turned to me. “The Miss Chappell? I am glad to see you have eaten all your vegetables up, tonight I will increase him a little, perhaps four petite pois I think, or possibly five.” He winked at me then looked towards my charge, “Him, I think I need to tempt, perhaps some wine ce soir to help the palette. Mais you are doing the driving tonight so no wine for you I think.” He smiled and turned away walking back to the kitchen. We had coffee then Alison and I guided Dr. Lawton back to the office. As we passed the stage a dancer brazenly uncovered her breasts but Dr. Lawton showed no interest at all.

After lunch Alison and I left Arthur in charge and went to see Jonathan about our dresses. Talk about camp my dear, when he found out what we wanted and how much time he had plus the budget he proposed using his summer school students at the local collage of art. He wanted to know which London theatres, which restaurants, which hotels. Then I had to walk up and down in front of him. He stood me in front of a camera naked to get my measurements then checked them all by hand. Giving little shudders each time he actually touched me. He asked if I wore heels and how high did I wear them. Heels, I mean to say, with my height I’d look ridiculous, we agreed no heels. When Alison slipped in we could go another $5,000-$8,000 if he could get Dr. Lawton in a suit or two or even evening dress. He asked if we thought he could get his hands on the boy wonder, just to measure him up you understand. I thought not. He paused shook his head then he told us “Come back on Friday duckies, not a day sooner” and he’d see what could be done.

That afternoon I changed my golden goose’s coffee about 3 p.m. About 5:30 we went down to the Blue Lagoon me acting like a guide dog holding his right hand whilst Dr. Lawton was reading some papers in the other. Trish was pleased to see us and I think so was Jean-Pierre. The food, well it was just out of this world. Jean –Pierre himself came and served Dr. Lawton a glass of red wine. Medoc I think it was, after his hand stretched out, a sip, then a nod and the glass placed back into place. Archaic these male rituals. I mean when did you have a bottle of wine last that was off? Eventually I got half a glass. Hey I learnt something you remember that Chablis that we couldn’t drink, well it’s supposed to be like that. It’s not bad with sole and lemon. Oh and I got asked for a table dance but Trish rescued me. She thought if I had a long skirt lying around and a long sleeved blouse that might deter the lap dance requests and pointed out with my long blonde tresses, innocent look, and practically official school uniform I should probably expect lots of male attention especially in the Blue lagoon. So now my dear I get changed for dinner every night. Mind you I have noticed that our table isn’t one that’s hidden in the corner and I still get a lot of surreptitious glances. Perhaps I’m showing too much flesh normally? Do men find long skirts, high necks and blouses with lace collars sexy? If so I give up, I just don’t understand them at all. I had two fresh cream chocolate éclairs from the sweet trolley. I could get to like the food here especially the sweet trolley. Trish thought I looked like a starving student.

Anyway afterwards I guided him into a car I took the first one from the four pointed out to me. It was little and low you know a sort of car for running around town in, a manual but I’ve driven one of those before. My dad was too mean to have automatic on his last car. Anyway we arrived at a red light alongside a red mustang. These two guys inside opened their window and like leered at me. My passenger’s hand moved and toggled a dashboard switch marked blower. I mean what a time to decide he wants more air conditioning. The light changed and I thought I’d just nip away quick so I booted it. Girl we hit the red on one of the dials so quick you wouldn’t believe it. I changed gear, changed again, changed again and looked down. Girl we were doing over a 100 and I don’t mean klicks either. Oh we left the red car way behind, he must have fluffed his gears or something, real cool. I slowed down to the speed limit, the hand reached over and flipped the switch marked blower again. Couldn’t the guy make up his mind? Did he want the A/C on or not. I was cold enough in fact my nipples were standing out quite proudly.

We approached the house, the hand moved once more and the garage door opened. I backed in. Then they came, his first real words to me.

“Do you know how to work a washing machine?” Could this be a pickup line? No it didn’t sound like it. Men, I ask you, what a question. I mean I’d never actually used one before have you? but it couldn’t be that hard could it, I mean to say my Mom does it all the time and she can’t even work the video recorder. I tried to wiggle out saying “I’d love to but I have to look for a new apartment because my lease is up Friday.” “Oh no problem I think there’s a spare room or two here. Have a look round and see what you think.” Inside the place was huge but nothing in it apart from sheers, a microwave, washing machine and dryer and a sleeping bag. Oh there was a heap of CDs on the floor in the main salon with a portable CD player. “There’s no furniture.” “Yes I had noticed, Jennifer found the house for me so I cashed in some stock options but I just hadn’t got round to furnishing it. Do you think you could choose a few things?”

“But I don’t know what you taste is.” “No but I trust yours, you just pick what you’d like to live with and I’ll pay, just don’t skimp.” He disappeared under a pair of headphones. I didn’t know what to do. Should I move in with someone on the first day I met them? How was I going to explain to Mom I was moving in with my boss? Then I got real. Have you ever dreamt about furnishing a whole house from top to bottom money no object. I have. Just try it for a power trip one-day. Furnish a house from top to bottom money no object, with just what you want, where you want it, with no cast-offs and no Mom saying that would be nice. The experience is truly awesome. Like really cool. I told myself I’d just move my things over the one night and sleep on the decision.

I took the car back to the office. I’d seen something that looked like it would take more than two passengers and a handbag parked there. What I needed was the minivan I’d seen there. It was a bit wide, a bit too wide to slip through gaps and things. It didn’t seem quite as quick at the traffic lights either, I didn’t think I had seen any bags of sand in the back. Perhaps if I put my foot down. We picked up speed but sounded like a mustang with a broken exhaust. I looked on the dash board, OhMyGod where had he come from? I swerved and ran into the ditch, then surprise, surprise we didn’t stop we just ran up the other side. Oh well I steered back through the ditch once more and back onto the highway. Now what kind of minivan was I driving here? I looked in the glove compartment, Taking care of your new Hummer. Taking care of my new Hummer, well it seemed to do a good job taking care of little old me. I’d take it to the car wash Sunday morning as a reward. I loaded my gear including my dirty washing up in the Hummer, it still had room even when everything was in. I belted Teddy safely in the passenger seat and off we went to show Teddy his new home. Teddy didn’t move a muscle when I threw the switch on the dash that marked ‘door’ saying “OpenSaysMe” and reversed in once more.

The washing machine was easy, once I’d opened the stupid childproof door. I’m getting too old for these things, I used to find them simple. Inside was a book of instructions and a free sample soap packet. Did you know you are supposed to sort things out into colours, dark and white. I didn’t, I just gave Jason a smile to take it down the launderette. You know the one at the corner where you told me someone was shot last year, over who had been waiting for the dryers the longest. Oh god I meant to mention it to you he’s had the hots for you all last year and was after me to introduce him to you. I just didn’t get round to it. Besides which he was so useful doing little jobs just to stay on the right side of me to get an introduction. Now I think about it weren’t you asking me questions all year about him as well? OhMyGod Sorry. I am so sorry, I really am, ever so, but at least you have Paul now. Forgive me. Just a little bit?

That night Teddy and I slept on the floor. Mind you luxury carpeting and separate bathrooms of course. Teddy thought his green colour bath set his fur off nicely, my bathroom is ivory complete with bidet, two wash basins, a shower, a toilet that goes whoosh when you flush it and finally the bath to end all baths, free standing with enough controls and nozzles to take off. Oh my new room is bigger than our old apartment, something like 400 square feet of built-in closets and stuff.

Next morning, after my shower, I wasn’t going to risk a bath, I took his lordship a coffee in bed. Then we set off for the office. I asked him about rent. “Rent, don’t worry about it, I have enough money, a cup of coffee in bed each day will do fine.” Then he returned to his notes, talk about how the other half live. $800 a day and no rent, I pinched myself was I dreaming. I talked to Alison about the house so she arranged for Arthur to baby-sit the office whilst we went shopping.

We started at a furniture factory, well workshop, I’d seen 3 blocks away. We went in and asked what they had. It was well made but a bit heavier than I’d like, so I said as much. The owner nodded grimly. “Well if you decide to come back make it fast because I foolishly brought some computer controlled cutters, Latest thing at the Furniture Tools Show. Way of the future they said, if I can’t make a payment on them to the bank by the end of next month or at least show some orders there is no future. Look at them sitting idle, fully automated useless things. What I need is a designer who understands this stuff and 50 salesmen to sell it to the stores.” Designer, Alison and I looked at each other why not. We thanked him and walked back to Jonathan’s.

“Friday I said and Friday I meant. Go away and I don’t care if you have more money.” “What a greeting. How are you Alison and Cyn? How wonderful to be wanted.” Replied Alison. “We just wondered if you knew anything about furniture design?” “Yes its stuff you have as background to show off my wonderful creations to their best advantage. I supposed you better come in.” He turned back into the room and turned to a younger version of himself dressed in a beautiful silk shirt who was sipping tea from a china cup. “Julian darling, it’s your big chance just come through the front door, they want a coffee table. Could you advise them.” “Well she’s tall anyway not what you’d call big”. He was looking at my chest, I was beginning to loathe this guy. He walked round me. “Could do with some new clothes but what am I saying. Drink tea my loves, drink tea, it’s the only drink these day, China or Indian?” He shuddered. “Nasty stuff coffee.” “Oh don’t mind him he has to prostitute himself by selling cups of coffee down the mall whilst waiting for his big chance.” “Manager of a superior coffee outlet, Manager my dear, Manager, not just the till girl. And let’s face it we can’t all bring wood to life some of us have the gift and some of us don’t.” Julian said looking straight at Jonathan.

I was getting exasperated by all this by play. “All I want to do is furnish a house.” “A complete house?” I nodded. “How big?” “Biggish.” “Top to bottom?” “Yes”. “Money?” “I have money” I said crossing my fingers. “You must come upstairs to my boudoir and see my etchings.” He rose and walked over to the stairs. “Oh for god sakes it’s not is if I was taking a man up there.” He threw back over his shoulder.

“Voila! My whole life’s work spread before you. I’ve been dreaming of the day when someone would walk in and use my designs.” There were hundreds and hundreds of design sketches. Some were ultra modem, some looked antique, there was heavy Southern style but the ones I lost my heart to were the modern Finnish looking ones. Maybe there were hidden depths to this jerk. “See anything you like?” “Yes but how do you convert the sketches to real furniture? How can I be sure what the room will look like?” “Oh well my shift doesn’t start until 6 p.m. today. Now where did I put my handbag? Now the laptop? Let’s go and look at your house.”

So we did. Julian fed the sizes of the rooms into his computer. We moved tables round, made them bigger, smaller, longer, taller, a few millimetres here, a few there, we looked at the rooms in summer, winter with different room lighting. Julian marked outside walls then placed speakers and chairs. The program knew about the various Bang & Olufsen music components and it selected these and shuffled them round until it found the optimum placing for sound quality. “Bang & Olufsen are well known in the design world but I do wish they would add in a few other audio companies that someone else might have heard of.” Complained Julian. Julian asked me who would be living there so I mentioned Dr. Lawton and myself. He asked about Dr. Lawton’s measurements so he could feed them into the computer and get a made to measure chair out of it. I didn’t know so we sort of guessed. Alison measured me and we fed those in. Finally we were all done except the kitchen. Alison thought we ought to talk to Jean-Pierre about that. I’d never realised that computer programs could do size optimising for furniture before. Nor that it could show you solid images and how it would look in different arrangements. Then we asked Julian about how soon it would all be ready.

He suddenly looked crestfallen. He’d never really thought about actually making furniture, he just designed it. All we needed was a workshop that could handle AutoCAD files. I asked him if all the things he had shown us could be done on a web site. He thought about it then nodded, I suppose so. We bundled him into the back of the Hummer and drove back to the workshop. We sat down and talked with Mr. Sanders and his wife, the owners.

It appeared that Julian’s software outputted the right sort of files for the furniture workshop, so my furniture could be made very quickly to Julian’s designs. Then we set-up a new company. “Chappell’s Bespoke Furniture”. I rang Martha you know the red head who is doing economics and hadn’t been able to get a summer job and hired her at $12 an hour to write up a business plan and get things going. I hired Silvia at the same rate of pay to build a Web site plus she gets an option on 1% of the stock. I have 5%, Julian has 5%, the Blue Lagoon bouncers and a couple of the dancers found $85,000 between them for 5%, and the wood workshop has 84%. It’s really cool you go to the web site feed in your room sizes and it lets you choose your furniture from Julian’s designs.

Lots of Love

Cyn

June 3rd

All the books on next year’s reading lists have arrived. I’ve got them stacked up in my room. I’m half way through thermodynamics one. Hey found this great stuff called entropy, it’s a sort of measure of mixed-up-ness. I’m full of entropy. Anyway to get back to my golden goose, we are settled into a routine now. That man spoke again. The words were: “How much?” Then he wrote me a cheque, didn’t even ask to see anything. I finally got him to go for a full body scan, it was on Jennifer’s list, he only agreed if I went to. I seem to get five words a week out of him. I mean to say I’ve heard of the strong silent type but God speak to me! I was getting bored so I thought I’d try studying him. You know trying various articles of clothing to see if I get a reaction. I do but they are very subtle, except when I wore a pair of heels, sort of look of disbelief and a raised eyebrow saying what are you doing to your feet? I only did that once, I don’t really like them anyway and I haven’t the figure for them. Slowly I’m getting to recognise his mannerisms. I thought I try a scientific approach. You know varying one item at a time. So I’ve been wondering round the house just dressed in thongs and panties. I somehow get the impression I’m doing something wrong. When I have my back to him I’m certain his eyes are on my butt. When I’m facing him his attention seems to hover between my crotch and face. Anyway he seems to like lace, pale colours with tiny flower patterns and what surprised me was low cut hipsters. One pair of two layer sheer panties I could almost feel the warmth emanating from him. I suppose the next step is to add bras with the panties. In the office I tried a long skirt that was slit up the front, then with stockings underneath. Short tight skirt, pleated skirt, wrap-over skirt, short pleated skirt, coloured tights, coloured stockings, black tights, black fishnet stockings, black seamed stockings, He seems to be a leg man, thank god, as you know mine go on forever. Someone told me that a short girl looks good in a short skirt, but a tall girl just looks better. A short pleated wrap-over skirt with black seamed stockings underneath, well I wanted to see if I could get any sort of reaction, gets a sort of purr look out of him. So I’ve settled on that most of the time. Some of the time I even leave the pin in the front to hold it together. Tops come next.

Cyn

June 10th.

The furniture is so perfect. It’s so cool, the velvet curtains set the china pattern off, well he said don’t skimp right. Jonathan has some great contacts for material for drapes. It’s so nice I’m not sure I want to give it up. I had a little cry when I saw it all in place. Even with himself it was a great success. He looked at it twice then took out a tape measure. He measured things up and then asked me to explain how it was everything fitted so exactly. So I told him about Julian and the little company, he logged onto the web site and looked around. Then he took his chequebook out again and wrote a cheque for $250,000 post dated it for three days and said it was a venture capital investment. He was sorry about the post-date but it would take that long to realise some of his stock options. We issued him 15% of the shares. I’m completely healthy by the way but will probably need reading glasses when I’m 33. We spent like the whole morning getting scanned, weighed, prodded, giving blood samples, having smears taken and all sorts of things. But I know now that I don’t have Beriberi, never had chicken pox, had TB when I was young but its cleared up completely now, no STDs so I figure you should be OK as well if you know what I mean.

My golden goose seems healthy as well. They said he hadn’t had a heart attack, wasn’t blind, but needed his toenails trimming. I wasn’t so sure about the blind after all the efforts I’d been making still… He’s under his ideal BMI but he’s looking not quite so thin. The nurse coaxed me into getting a prescription for the Pill. Well as she said you never know and it’s not often you meet someone these days who you know is healthy enough to jump into bed with. Especially someone who is tall enough and intelligent as well, she added looking at me towering over her. It’s not as if I have to you understand, its well it’s just whatever, and I have been out with someone shorter than me, you! Oh I finally figured out his sizes, I bribed one of the nurses to get me a complete set of his measurements, Julian managed to have his chair specially made to measure. I’ve also worked out he just takes the next item from the left side of his walk in closet and the next pair of pants from the other side. Oh and he likes my pale silk chemise with no bra. You know the one we brought together when you got the 50% scratch and save and we added like 11 tops and 8 pairs of jeans on the same card. God we were wicked with that salesman, I mean trying them on in front of him because the changing room was closed for painting, I still don’t know how we had the nerve to do it.

Hugs and Kisses Cyn.

June 23rd.

Dear Agony Aunt Karen

He’s cleaned up quite nicely. I gave his measurements to Jonathan and his art school summer class have taken it on as a project. I slipped the suit trousers into his closet and a shirt onto the other side. He put them on unsuspecting, and I helped him on with the jacket at the front door and then it just seemed natural to hand him a tie then adjust it for him. I think he has just passed some critical point because I found him humming at the office and last night he didn’t bury himself away with his notes. We sat and listened to some of his CDs sitting together on the sofa. He put his arm round me and I snuggled up.

Listen to me I sound like a kid on her first date. What should I do?

Yours confused Cyn.

P.S. Does that make me CCC?

July 1st

My first pay meaningful cheque cashed already. Most of it went into my student loan, boring, but I had to have some fun so I’ve been out and invested a fortune (well three days pay) at the bridal boutique on long silky night-dresses that a girl couldn’t resist. I brought some fun ones as well, baby doll night-dresses, some sheer, some not so sheer, I mean a girl’s got to have a bottom drawer hasn’t she? I withdrew lots of $ notes from the ATM and gave them to Silvia and Martha. They seemed happier with $ notes than a proper pay cheque. Oh and a real black leather handbag for my passport. Haven’t got that yet but I filled the forms in and sent it off to Mom to get it signed and stuff. Jennifer rang she’s found an executive secretary in San Francisco within the company whose boss has just had a heart attack so is likely to be off for a few months. Was I coping? Or would I like a proper summer student job at $12 an hour? This was on the day when I’ve just got my first proper pay cheque in my hand. I mean the hours are long but no question looking at that lovely cheque I can cope. My handsome intelligent goose is fattening up nicely by the way think he’s put on 10 lbs. and looks better for it. I asked Jennifer if she wanted a photo of Dr. Lawton in the suit he normally wears to work these days. There was a silence at the other end. Then “How on earth? Oh never mind how you managed it I’m impressed.”

Love Cynthia

July 10th

I’m going nuts. I’m ironing his non-iron shirts for god’s sakes. He didn’t ask me I just wanted to. I put a tie on him and do it up before we leave for work in the morning. It’s so crazy. You know we both swore that when we got married they would have to iron their own shirts and I’m not even married. I’ve started wandering round the house in my nighties. I started in thin cotton ones, and then I forgot to put them into wash, so I ended up in one of the more daring creations. Nothing slutty you understand, just a tasteful pair of bare breasts above most of the rest of the nightie, it has bra cups but only quarter cups, made of chiffon. There are a few other creations which would give my dad a heart attack if he knew I was wearing them. I mean to say do parents? Well I know they must have once at least but I can’t imagine it somehow. Oh no reaction nothing, well almost nothing. Last night we watched some film or other me in my new lilac-blue lawn baby doll night-dress it’s a bit sheer and he had his arm round me once more. We had the lights out watching the screen so it was perfectly respectable, I mean to say I had him turn the lights out after my bath before I came and sat beside him. He actually rested his hand on the underside of my breast and stroked my nipple with his thumb. Purr.

Later last night I was having an uncomfy tummy time of month thing, so I crept into his bed and he put his arms round me. He seemed to sense what the problem was and where to rub me on my lower tummy to ease my pain. He’s cheaper than Ibuprofen and much more effective. I fell asleep in his arms with a rock hard penis between my buns so he can’t be totally asexual can he?

Still totally confused Cyn

July 15th

Did I tell you Madeline sent me back to the bridal boutique after looking at all my investments. She said all I had to say was the engagement was off. Madeline, Oh I haven’t mentioned here before have I. She’s one of the students at the art college who wants to do some lingerie design, she needs to make some items up for her portfolio. So I handed over my three days pay to her for material and she’s designing things for me. Made-to-measure Baby Dolls that are just my crotch height, long night-dresses that come just to my ankle bone. She’s even found me some handmade lace to trim one or two. They’re almost too perfect to wear. She’s working with Julian and his computer. They do the design work on one of the computers then use the fabric cutter bit at Mr. Saunders factory to do the cutting out. It’s really designed for furnishings and heavier fabrics but it does the thinner material as well. Mr. Saunders doesn’t use that machine as much as some of the others. Then they pass the bits to Mrs. Singh in the next workshop who makes them up. She’s run me up some super respectable elegant blouses and skirts for lunching and dinning at the Blue Lagoon at quite reasonable prices, especially since they fit.

Chappell’s bespoke furniture is doing quite well. Oh I’m a model now, I always knew my legs would come in useful for something. Some glossy magazine that Julian has contacts with sent a photographer down to the house. Some shots were shot with no one around and some with a very elegant me draped around the house in the first few dresses that Jonathan has delivered. One is the most gorgeous dress. It’s a copy of an 1880s design that they found in a museum, complete with the right underwear. Madeline says getting the corset just right using modern materials was a real challenge. Wearing it is as well. Just don’t try to breathe deeply, I understand now why young ladies would faint so easily. Takes ages to get dressed and you really have to have someone get you in and out. Just the thing when you suspect a date rape might happen. Long skirt, lots of material and lace trimmings, just like one of the period TV series. Complete with corset it must have taken a whole army of seamstresses to make it. Oh and a parasol and hat just to complete the effect. I don’t think I’ve ever owned a hat or parasol before. Both are creations all by themselves. Madeline delivered them altogether with some of her other designs. Then she helped me get dressed in the historical creation.

Oh and I really must tell you about the photographer, honestly Silvia and Madeline weren’t so bad but nothing to Chantal when she wanted some free shots for her portfolio. They were masterly or should I say misstressly? I get so confused trying to be politically correct. Any way it took nearly an hour to get the historical creation arranged which time the photographer had arrived, with Silvia who came down to make sure she could get some shots for the web site. Between the photographer and Madeline I finally got the hang of twirling my parasol in the approved manner. It’s all in the wrist action my dear and quite fun once you get the hang of it. The photographer had two cameras a real one and a magnetic one or was it electronic, anyway one used film and the other used memory cards. Silvia sweet-talked the photographer into taking some memory card? shots of me in Madeline’s designs for Madeline’s portfolio. I don’t know how she manages to do it, I think it must be her helpless look and big brown eyes.

We started with the more risqué items since Silvia didn’t want the photographer getting bored before the end. It was fun, we started with Madeline’s 4 oz full length evening dress. No I didn’t know you could get one that light either. Backless very fine blue silk, well a couple of straps, you couldn’t wear anything under it, it was so thin. It simply clung to my legs and everything else as well, but just my colour. She mentioned it was one of her projects at college. Anyway wear it as an evening dress maybe but not something you could wear out of the house and not even in if there were visitors, or maybe I could, my pubic hair didn’t quite show through and a pert nipple never really did any harm did it? Then we moved onto a chemise made of charmeuse and chiffon shadow stripe with a nice low back. After seeing it the photographer didn’t seem to mind waiting whilst I changed. The diagonal stripes were placed just wrong so instead of covering my essentials they were uncovered, breasts, nipples and even pubic hair which in my case doesn’t really matter. Perhaps I should dye it brown or a dark colour so it shows more through my panties? What do you think? Then I came out in a soft lace baby doll with Venice trim, with a tiny G-String, I mean to say it was so sheer you could practically count my pubic hair through the two layers. If the photographer had been wearing it we could have stared at his erection in the same way as he was looking at my erect nipples. Then came a soft stretch lace bra and panties, very comfortable, I might wear them round the house when I’m looking for things, you know “did I put my skirt down in here?” sort of outfit. The next set was a padded underwired “Open Bust” bra and crotchless panty set, if his eyes bulged before I thought they were going to fall out. Especially when Madeline produced a vibrator and made me pose with the vibrator thrust between the two halves of the crotchless panties and then insisted on a slow exposure speed so you could see the vibrator was vibrating. Apparently it adds human interest.

We shot for another hour until I thought I’d better go and see to the lunch feeding time for my golden goose. I called Trish and asked her for another table for three and we all piled in the Hummer. Silvia told him that it was awkward parking at the club which was sort of true I suppose. Silvia popped in the back and put her handbag on the seat next to the door then motioned Peter the photographer to sit beside her. Madeline squeezed in to make three on the back seat with Peter in the middle. Madeline told me later that Silvia was sat at a slight angle so her legs were pressed against Peter’s, so she pressed her legs up against him on the other side.

When we got to the office I parked the Hummer in its special double width parking place and collected Dr. Lawton. Then we all entered the Blue Lagoon together just as Chantal was walking from the dressing rooms. She came and hugged me and pirouetted in front of me. “It’s a copy of your little school girl outfit n’est pas? Of course I shorten the skirt a little, and I make her a little more flared”, she pirouetted once more showing her stocking tops as she swirled a little faster. “And I have zee bangs” moving her hands to her hair pulled into two bunches at the sides. She looked serious for a moment “It is very successful for Chantal this my new look, already everyone is wanting my dances. And who are these people you are bringing with you? More dancers to compete with little Chantal?” “No it’s just Madeline who is designing some dresses for me and Silvia who is doing the web design for the Julian’s furniture designs.” “Ah Madam Quarter Pounder, and zee girl who will make Chantal’s fortune”. I turned to Peter, “ and this Peter who is a photographer who is taking some photographs of the furniture and myself. Peter, Madeline and Silvia meet Chantal who has put some of her life savings into Julian’s furniture designs. Why Madam Quarter Pounder?” “A photographer, you interest me.” She stepped up to Peter and took his arm. “You have come for zee lunch no?” She looked over her shoulder at me, “Surely you have heard of the challenge at the art college, the dean was drinking with the dean of the local engineering college and they had a bet about if anyone could make a full length evening dress that weighs under 4 oz? Your friend Madeline here won the college $5,000 by producing using a blue silk dress that weighed just less than 4 oz and no-one could understand where she got the money for such fine material.” Madeline looked innocently up in the air. Chantal cocked her head and looked sharply at her then me. “Ah Chantal understands now, I thought it was made for a rather tall girl at the time when I saw it on display, 10% of the bet I hear, mais I say no more it is time for zee lunch.” Trish came forward and guided Silvia, Madeline and Peter to a nearby table whilst I guided Dr. Lawton to our usual one.

I looked across to the other table where the three had sat down. Chantal had wondered off and spoken to the DJ. I glanced her way and saw her remove her panties in public then bring out another pair from her handbag and slid them up her legs before coming back to Peter’s table. I couldn’t do that in a million years, just so brazen. “Aren’t you going to invite me to sit down?” She asked Peter, “But of course” he replied “I would be delighted if you joined us?” She sat down on his lap. Trish arrived with the soup. “Oh did I miscount? Are there four eating here?” “Pas de tout, I have already had zee lunch I merely assist Monsieur Peter with his.” She took a soupspoon and started to feed Peter his soup. Dr. Lawton looked at me, he actually raised his eyes from his notebook and looked at me. I just shrugged he returned to his notebook, I wondered which perfume it uses to get all that male attention?

Eventually lunch was over and we sat waiting for coffee to arrive. Chantal called Trish over and had a whisper in her ear. Trish then asked everyone if they would like cream with their coffee which I thought was a bit odd at the time. Normally she serves a small jug of cream when she serves coffee, when she came back with a tray she had a bowl of whipped cream on it as well. I suddenly realised what Chantal intended so I grabbed Dr. Lawton and we walked across to the other table screening them from the rest of the club. Chantal took off her top then spooned whipped cream over her breast then offered it to Pete to slurp off. I didn’t know what to do, whether to watch turn away, or just stand there and stare. Peter seemed to know just what to do though. OhMyGod it made my nipples tingle just to watch his tongue slurp up the cream, then having slurped it up he covered much of Chantal’s breast with his mouth and ran his hand up between her legs, hard against her panties. She just giggled and moved his hand a little lower to rest over the tops of her stockings. “Not so high Peter, not so high, at least not in zee public, people might get the wrong idea.” Then she totally blew my mind, she slipped off her panties again this time wiping up the small blob of cream on Peter’s nose. “See damp cotton gussets are useful n’est pas Peter? Do you like their scent? You keep them I have another dry pair in my bag.” It was like such a cool line but I couldn’t imagine me ever using it. Can you?

I guided Dr. Lawton back upstairs and settled him down with a fresh coffee and went down to collect the others to finish the shoot. On the way back I glanced in the Hummer’s mirror, Silvia had Peter’s shirt undone and was running her hands over his hairy chest paying lots of attention to his nipples. They had managed to get his arms pinned by having him have an arm around each, then I heard Chantal’s voice “There you see how distracting it can be having someone’s hand on your thigh, and if you keep nibbling my ear like this we will shock Cynthia again by having to put on fresh dry panties once more.” I was so embarrassed God if I could have sunk out of sight in the driving seat I would have.

When we got back to the house I splashed my face with cold water then we started on the more mundane items, tiny bikinis made of triangles held together by string. Then I tried on a long gown ideal for evening with spaghetti straps and matching thong, of a pale rose coloured lace. I suspect the lace would limit where it could be worn but it is beautiful. These were followed by several silk kimonos. Finally we were done.

Then Chantal started. Lots of full face, with different expressions, bare shoulders, covered shoulders, shawl round shoulders. Then she moved onto full length body, parts of body, Chantal dancing, Chantal posing, Chantal doing unmentionable things with unmentionable parts. Chantal lying back on the bed with two girls munching on her nipples at the same time, then a series of me munching her breast with my finger(s) up her rather moist pussy. I wore a wig for those and you can’t see my face. Anyway Chantal got the photographs she wanted that were suitable for either straight acting or showing enough body that she could use for submitting to XXX film companies for free. Silvia mentioned that Peter didn’t make any charges for the memory card shots we have for both Web sites, either Madeline’s or Chappell’s furniture although she did make sure she got a signed copyright release. Somehow I don’t think Peter minded too much do you?

So now Silvia has the memory card shots and has been sprinkling them across the Web Site. Madeline has a bit of the web site as well, more pictures of me but without the face. Chappell’s and Madeline’s lingerie designs are quite different but use the same server but different addresses. Martha worked out a business plan for that as well. Basically Madeline’s is very expensive at the moment because as Martha said she can’t handle too much business anyway. Martha’s business plan is working out quite well. The bank has offered more money at a lower interest rate and Silvia’s web site is working very well. Mr. Saunders has taken on a second shift and he had a big contract for an office building which he is cutting the wood for but then subcontracting the assembly work out. Apparently offices rent better if the cubicles don’t all look exactly the same and the software generally gets another 8% in the number of offices than other methods. This apparently is worth “Big Bucks”.

I started on the pill today, so I’m safe in a month’s time. I still don’t know if I should be taking it, it seems so precalculated somehow. Besides you can’t get pregnant the first time can you?

Still full of entropy Cyn

July 29th

We’re catching the plane this afternoon. Concorde, Alison thought it wasn’t much more than a standard first class ticket but it might be more secure having fewer other passengers to worry about. Also it will give us all time to get over our jet lag before the big day. It’s the first time I’ve flown over an ocean. If anything happens I’ve written my will and left it all to you. Make sure teddy has a good home, he’s too frightened to come with me. Jennifer dropped by a week ago. Her sister is making a good recovery but still won’t be able to resume her life for a few days yet. Dr. Lawton and Jennifer had an odd conversation, he asked her if she remembered him having shirts that fitted on the sleeve length and she said she didn’t. He just nodded. Then she looked at him and said he seemed happier and was he actually wearing a suit? He nodded again, so he’d met someone? When was he thinking of getting married? “A year or two”. I lived with that guy practically every minute of every day for the last two months I couldn’t remember him even talking to a female never mind asking her to marry him. I feel a bit down for some stupid reason or other.

Cross your fingers for me, travelling faster than the speed of sound across thousands of miles of ocean.

Help! Why did I let myself in for this stupid job?

Cynthia

July 30th

The airport was fun. I had like this really cute guy check my handbag in the X-ray machine. He looked twice and turned bright red he must have been a summer student. He looked away at someone then he asked me to show him what was in my bag. So I opened it then he asked me what my small vibrator was and could I demonstrate it. I looked him straight in the eye and asked “Isn’t there somewhere more private we could go”. God he was embarrassed. Eventually I took pity on him and just switched it on. Apparently someone has been converting them to guns. OhMyGod Can you image picking the wrong one up? Gives coming with a bang new meaning. God I’m so bad sometimes.

Anyway in spite of that I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed a plane trip more in all my life. Concorde is like tiny, I’m certain planes that size shouldn’t be let out over the ocean by themselves. I sat next to Nigel looking frightened so he held my hand. I snuggled up and he put his arm round me. I felt I had nothing to lose so I pucker my lips and got them kissed, all the way across the Atlantic. I spread my blanket over us both and ran my hand up his thigh. Well I read in this book once that clothing should be loose when you fly so I loosened his fly and stroked him all the way across. He did similar things to me at the same time whilst we watched the movie. Talk about being in the back row at the cinema. Jean-Pierre did us proud. Arthur’s carry on was a picnic hamper of finger foods just so we wouldn’t have to suffer airline food. We let the lady across the aisle try some and she summoned the chief steward and demanded why our food was so much better than theirs. He glared at us, so I asked him innocently would he like the name of our caterers? Nigel suggested I behave. He also asked if he might call me Cynthia and would I like to call him Nigel? We’ve practically been living together for two months, petting for 3 hours when he asked me this so I said I might consider it and that I might treat his request more favourably if he would distract me from the idea I was a mile above the ocean travelling faster than the speed of sound in a tiny foreign plane. I call him Nigel now in private.

I can’t say I liked my first look at England, all cloudy and misty and vast expanses of runway not what I’d imagined at all. Oh and why had I come to England if you please, could I show them my return ticket. As if anyone would want to emigrate to such a dreary place.

Feeling like the cat with a pot of cream, Cyn

August 2nd

We’re mixing with a different class of people now. Lord this, Countess that, Baron something else. I thought it was only in history books that they had titles but no today we meet real lords and ladies. We’ve just come back from one of Her Majesty’s garden parties. I wore the historical creation. When I checked in the mirror I was amazed to see an elegant looking young lady. I think Nigel was amazed as well. He hadn’t seen it before and gave me an odd sort of look as if he was seeing me for the first time. Receiving it I felt my insides turn to mush. However I twirled my parasol put on my haughtiest expression and set off to see what fate had in store for me. The embassy arranged it as Nigel is important in his field. Nigel was introduced to her majesty as a photon expert, and I as an upcoming model. Her majesty condescended to compliment me on my dress and said “One is so pleased to see traditional fashions returning once again, the work of a modern American designer no doubt?” The dress was a definite hit. Jonathan’s name was discreetly mentioned to Lady Huntingdon, the Countess of Bath and one or two others besides. The American Ambassador was there and remarked I had done more for the American image that afternoon than he had managed for months, did I have any more historical dresses with me and could we manage a reception in three days time? I explained about only having one of Jonathan’s and Madeline’s creations with me of that type. Nigel mentioned we would be available. We were interviewed by Tatler magazine, no I hadn’t heard of it either but apparently it’s a magazine for the English Upper In Crowd. Translation if you are rich and famous enough then they interview you so the snobs know who is worth talking to. God don’t I sound like a bitch? Nigel introduced me as his fiancée. I looked at him just as the camera flashed. Afterwards he said he would have asked me first but he thought they might like an interesting expression on my face when they took the photograph. He didn’t want to feel like prey being pursued by a lot of English debutantes desperate to get married. Besides which I’d get used to the idea in a day or two. Men!!

Confused again Cynthia.

August 3rd.

Let me tell you about London. I don’t know who designed it but it wasn’t built for cars. The roads are tiny and there is nowhere and I mean nowhere to park. We went for walk, it’s so close together you can actually walk places. You turn a corner and there is another famous house, building, square whatever it’s just so compact, sort of instant history lesson. Any way we went for a walk and practically all the roads have two yellow lines on them to indicate parking is forbidden, which everyone seems to ignore. One street was full of cars parked on double yellow lines when we saw a green police van pull up and out stepped lots of English Bobbies. They all walked up to a car and drove off. Some just seemed to step straight in and some had some difficulty with the door locks. I thought they were driving their own cars off but then I saw a girl in despair. She’d just seen them drive off in her mini, apparently sometimes they put tickets on them and sometimes they drive them off to the pound. Such fun watching Bobbies break into cars, they were quite good at it as well.

We walked pass the horse-guards, sat stationary in front of their sentry boxes surrounded by French schoolgirls and Japanese tourists. Their boots, swords and stuff all sparkled. We fed the ducks on the serpentine, well I fed them and Nigel had his arms round me and told me he loved me. It was kinda frightening and intoxicating. I thought boys only admitted such things when they were having sex. Heady stuff my girl, Heady stuff. London seems full of parks by the way. We even found speakers corner. People standing up and saying the oddest things, some were simply saying “Repent Now”. Some were saying “Ban the Bomb”. Yet others were holding forth about the need to bring back pounds, shillings and pence, whatever they are. The interaction with the speakers and hecklers was really quite amazing, often the hecklers came off worse. Alison thought we should move away from Speakers corner even though there were two Bobbies keeping an eye on things, her sixth sense felt uncomfortable. London is full of people as well, thousands of them, and cars. I must show you my ring when I get back. It’s so delicate and pretty, the main stones are surrounded with seed pearls. We went to the Queen’s jewellers well it had the royal coat of arms above the door and I tried on simply oodles and oodles. Oh and Arthur and Alison nearly got arrested. The jewellers didn’t like they way they were standing by the door looking suspicious. I had to say they were my personal bodyguards. Alison was so embarrassed because usually she and Arthur fade into the background. Poor Nigel, had to wait ages whilst I looked through all their rings but he was very patient with me.

Did I tell you Alison decided one of us had to sleep in the same room as Nigel? Just to keep him safe you understand. Reluctantly I volunteered. We have a suite with two bedrooms off. Each bedroom has two queen size beds. I thought I’d be nice to the hotel and just use one pair of sheets. Nigel likes my long silk night-dress. I like his touch through the silk. It feels so nice to be able to cuddle up in bed, to feel his arms round me. It feels different being engaged, did I say that? Oh well I suppose we are now and I’ve come to accept it. Only a week left.

Dreamily Cyn.

August 5th

I was amazed to find we had visitors this morning. Mrs. Singh, her daughter in law, and Madeline. Apparently the State department had decided to go all out. Madeline and Jonathan had managed to design a second dress this time an evening dress, and Mrs. Singh and her daughter-in-law were here to make sure it was finished in time for the reception. Madeline has been asked if she can create a full collection to compete with the fashion house designs in Paris by the State department. She’s over the moon. In the event they had to sew me into the dress. It’s so low cut at the front I feel positively indecent. I felt like Oh I don’t know, stupid somehow. Everyone was admiring the dress, congratulating Madeline on her design and I felt like saying It’s really me inside, I have a brain and can talk you know.

August 10th

Oh God I’m sore this morning. I ache in places where a lady shouldn’t, but very content if you know what I mean. It was fun though. Yesterday morning my period was practically finished so I thought why not. Over breakfast I quietly let slip to Alison that I didn’t think we would be going out today. Then I asked Nigel to come back upstairs with me because I wanted to change. The weather didn’t look right for what I was wearing. We went back up and slipped into the bathroom and changed into a lovely full length ivory silk night-dress, one of my Madeline investments. Sets my skin off nicely, which is fortunate because its V-neck is practically waist level so you can see rather a lot of it. It has slits at the side for easy movement, and they come practically up to the waist. The shoulder straps fall off as soon as you look at them. I felt more naked than naked in it. I’d been anticipating every day all week, and I was more than ready.

When I came into the room I gave a little twirl and asked if he liked it. He stepped across to me and picked me up in his arms and carried me over to the bed. Pulled back the cover and dropped me. He stared into my eyes from three inches away and asked me if this meant what he thought it meant? So I did a dramatic pose, you would have been proud of me, forearm to my forehead, “Darling I’m too tired to go out today” and languished back on the bed. That’s when he jumped on me, tickled me and I giggled. So we had a pillow fight and I managed to undo his trousers. So it degenerated from there. The first time I managed to guide him into me and we just lay there making tiny movements. He was nibbling my ear lobe, and I was running my hands over his back feeling his muscles. I squeezed down with my muscles on his penis inside me and felt him responding. I racked his back with my fingernails and felt him drive himself into me, I spurred him on again, and squeezing hard with my pussy muscles again then felt his release inside me. Pussy control girl pussy control, sort of round one to me I thought.

After a few minutes recovery I felt him stirring again, this time he seemed to think he should be in control. He lowered his head to my chest. The night-dress seemed to fall away as he nuzzled it out of the way. When he managed to get his lips over one of my exposed breasts I surrendered. God his lips felt magical on my breasts, I never realised they were directly connected to my lower half before. I was sort of under him and rubbing myself against anything I could reach. Then he slowly reached down and dipped his finger between my lips picking up the lubrication of my juices and slid easily upwards and inward, parting my swollen, sensitized lips. I just lay there lapping up all the sensations. I felt his finger slip out and felt a mew of disappointment. It moved higher just alongside my clitoris, not touching it just caressing the skin alongside. I desperately wanted him inside me once more but this time I wanted to be on top so I rolled out from underneath and straddled him. I took his engorged penis and just rubbed the tip over my pussy till he looked as desperate as I felt then lowered myself down feeling him inside me. It’s fun being on top I felt much more in control, my decision whether to let him in and out an inch or two or his whole length. I leant forward and brushed his face with my long blonde hair, he seemed to like that. This time I tried to make him last. I think we managed nearly ten minutes, I’ll have to train him to do better don’t you think, then I collapsed on top of him.

After I’d rested a few minutes I started once more running my hands over his chest. He’s got some hairs on his chest and I like running my fingers through them for the contrast, sort of different to mine. Finally he looked up at me and asked if I was insatiable? Rolling me on my back as he did so. I fluttered my eye lashes demurely and merely guided his mouth down to pussy. That’s when he murmured “Power assist time” and slipped my small thin vibrator inside me at the slowest speed, you know the one that has tiny balls inside that are stirred with a paddle. I thought that was cheating but didn’t say so and then I started to become distracted, I could feel it building up inside, you know how it does, his lips over mine gently being nibbled, his tongue gently moving near my enlarged clitoris. It took near 40 minutes to build up and then the Big O came, and I mean Big, it started, faded and then came back, a Big continuous O that just went on, and on, and on. I think Nigel is definitely a keeper. He didn’t seem threatened by the vibrator either. I wonder who taught him?

Afterwards we actually lay in each other’s arms and talked. He really can speak it’s amazing. If I’d known it was this easy to talk to him I’d have seduced him ages ago. You know he’s only seven years older than I, just perfect I’m half his age plus seven, well almost, well we will be when we marry. I think, did I tell you the date? We thought my next birthday but I don’t know if Mom will agree and he says I have to finish my degree in biochemistry so I can keep him in his old age, just in case fibre optics goes out of fashion.

See you September 6th.

Bye Cynthia.

August 21st

Finally Nigel has just made his presentation. It was well received and the company has announced contracts to refurbish the underwater fibre thingy under the Atlantic and one to Hong Kong as well. My share options are apparently worth more than $40,000 based on this news. Jennifer rang and congratulated me a job well done. Nigel thinks I should sell my options and buy Mutual funds to spread the risk of them losing value.

The embassy has arranged another three receptions to show off American technical and fashion leadership so Jonathan’s dresses are on the map as they say over here. Still I get my $800 a day and expenses paid what can I say?

See you soon

Cyn.