A Fucking Investment Ch. 14

Jennifer looked shocked but then she looked past me at Mrs. Grayson. Slowly she nodded. She suddenly bowed her head. "I understand, sir." She whispered. "I have, I have been morose and I deserve to be punished so you are sending me away."

I grasped her by the chin and lifted her face. "I insist that you orgasm with Mr. Grayson. Clayton Grayson is his name and Mrs. Grayson has provided all you need to engage him. But you are running short of time and must be ready to go in half an hour if you are going to make the plane!"

For a moment no one moved.

"My dear, don't fix your make up. That look, beautiful and distraught, it will attract men to you like nothing else. My son, he would love to comfort a lady in distress." Mrs. Grayson's voice warbled with amused eroticism.

Suddenly, Jennifer's posture stiffened again and she snapped erect. "I am no lady, ma'am, I am a sex object!"

Mrs. Grayson chuckled behind me. "Once he gets your bra off, be that. Till then, though, you must be the perfect lady. Lure him with purity and then drown him with your lurid instincts."

"You best finish packing. The taxi will be here soon." I said.

Jennifer's eyes pulled from Mrs. Grayson, flickering with curiosity and arousal. She found me with her blue eyes and nodded. She flew up the stairs.

I turned to look at Mrs. Grayson. "I am so sorry. I, as I explained this is a complicated matter and she seems to be in the middle of this emotional tar pit. Would you care for a drink? I would."

She did and we drank in a comfortable silence while Jennifer rattled around upstairs. She came downstairs before the taxi arrived. Mrs. Grayson reviewed her plan and arrangements. Jennifer became more animated as Victoria explained to her the situation and her wish and demand for services. When Jennifer looked too happy, Victoria slapped her.

"You are in distress, fleeing a husband who does not want you any more, who does not understand you, sexually. No giggling, girl!"

I don't know if Victoria intended to fit her situation to Jennifer's but she did, very nicely. Jennifer nodded very somberly, a new hand print matching mine on the other cheek. When they finished and she had packed away the folder with details to review on the plane, Jennifer looked at me, a question in her eyes.

"What? What do you want?" I said, a bit more harshly then intended.

"I, uh," her eyes darted to Mrs. Grayson.

"Don't mind me, dear. I know what you are thinking. Please, I'll have another drink and observe your abilities."

I was confused but then suddenly hopeful that I understood.

Jennifer nodded once. "I, I want you inside me before I leave. I want to suck you and then have you enter me from behind. So, so I can feel that while I travel." Her voice quavered.

Suddenly I felt on the spot. This woman whom I had only just met and fallen in lust with was about to watch me have sex with the sex object she purchased from me to seduce her son. Oh my gracious, how things had gone far afield from the American Gothic. I nodded, suddenly clicking into a commercial mode I felt confident with and comfortable in. This was a preview of my services for Mrs. Grayson. God, I felt like the interns interviewing for positions in my company must have felt meeting me the first time. Given both my position and my experience, this revelation merely increased my confidence and thus my arousal.

I nodded. "Suck me, Jennifer."

She grinned brightly and got to her knees. She carefully unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my slacks. As she drew the zipper down the length of my cock, I felt Mrs. Grayson behind me. I wondered if she'd move around so I could see her but she remained a presence at my back. It would have been de classe to look around to see if she was watching, so I had to imagine that woman, a woman I felt a voracious hunger for, watching me as another woman sucked on my cock. Imagination served well.

Jennifer's fingers exposed my cock and a moment later her lips kissed the end. Her tongue swabbed around the helmet and then she pressed her mouth onto it, filling it with my cock and taking it deeper. She sucked hard and I felt the erotic thrill singing a new anthem in me.

She took me deep, sealed her lips, sucked hard till she seemed to be fitted tightly onto my cock, one with it, but just at that moment, a horn honked out in the drive. Fuck me!

Jennifer did not seem to hear. She continued to swallow around the end of my cock, blowing and snorting as she fought for air. I pushed her away. She looked up at me, hurt creasing her forehead, but then the taxi honked again and she understood.

"I'll tell him to wait. Finish. Give her what she wants." Mrs. Grayson whispered. "But just two minutes." She moved past us and out the door.

I helped Jennifer to her feet and she moved over to the table and bent over it, lifting up her pale green, straight skirt. She said nothing as she assumed the position. Her hands gripped her ass cheeks and held them wide, pointing her ass and pussy at me.

I shuffled over behind her and touched her pussy. She was dripping. A line of liquid ran down her right thigh.

She giggled. "I am going to smell of sex the whole way."

I inserted my cock into her, pushing through the slick, smooth tightness of her pussy till I was pressed against her full ass, filling her with my cock.

"Oh thank you, Mr. Gale, thank you!" She gasped, her whole body shuddered and shook. Behind us, the door opened and I heard Mrs. Grayson's heels on the foyer entrance and then the dull whisk of her footfalls on the carpet. She came over and stood right beside us.

When I looked at her, she was staring down at our conjunction.

"Don't come in her." She said softly. "I, I hope my son will take the opportunity to taste a woman before she is soiled and I want her to taste purely female so as to not confuse him."

Her voice, her proximity and her eyes almost ruined my ability to comply with her request. I groaned and withdrew from Jennifer's pulsing depths. She groaned in unison with me. I stepped back from her bent body and after several heartbeats, she let her ass relax, moving her thong back into place and covering her ass with her skirt. She stood up. She turned, her eyes glittered. She slipped into my arms and kissed me full on the mouth, a quick, deeply passionate kiss. She broke away, but grasped my dewy cock with her hand.

She looked around.

"I took your case out already." Mrs. Grayson said.

Jennifer nodded, picked up her purse and carry-on and walked out of the house.

Now, imagine you are in the presence of a woman for whom you felt immediate lust, who seemed fully willing to accept you as you are, a horny little devil and she shows no intimidation about your oozing desire to strip her naked and fuck her royally. Now, imagine you are standing with your trousers around your ankles, your underwear at your knees and your cock hard, glistening with the lubrication of another woman, oh and it is achingly erect...imagine that and you will have a small sense of my condition at that moment.

Mrs. Grayson, bless her heart, looked me in the eyes for a moment then looked down at my raging hardon and despite herself, she smiled a secret little smile that told me whatever she was thinking, I'd never know it. Then she silently turned away to the bar and fixed herself another, third drink.

I took that opportunity to pull up my pants and put my junk away. She turned and pointed to the red bra discarded and forgotten on the living room floor.

"What about her?"

I found it curious that she referred to the bra with a personal pronoun. I liked that. I found the paper where I had stuffed it into my pocket and took it out and opened the one fold. "Uh, I have some business to attend to. I, she, she says now, today or I lose my chance."

"At her contract?"

I nodded. It seemed odd to have this woman who stood on the other side of the demarcation line from me and my women, so aware of what was happening in our little enclave. I felt free and both lightheaded and lighthearted.

"If you will excuse me, I need, I need to do some things." I felt the pressure in my chest to seduce this classic beauty but the bra and the note together with Victoria's full knowledge drove me to take care of business first. She seemed at once involved and warded from being included in my acquisitive endeavors.

Indeed, I had not addressed the issue of cavorting with customers; in general that was bad policy but then again, if I fucked Mrs. Grayson, she could hardly claim confusion about the terms of our conjugation. Yet I had no idea if she was even interested. She felt warm but still had that perfectly coiffed indifference that created an intergalactic distance, just like, I reflected, Eve Covington. The similarity coddled my hope to have them both.

I adjourned to my office to complete Mrs. Angorra's contract and print it out. Never let pleasure interfere with business particularly when it is the business of pleasure. I had not met Mrs. Cassiopeia Angorra so this was going to be both introduction and seduction. The interviewing kiss followed by the consignment fuck would seal the contract. I had finally figured out that carrying thousands of dollars worth of cash around was bulky and foolish. I had had Crowley set up accounts with cash cards for each of the women of Holdingsfield. All they had to do was sign the signature card, take it to the bank and they had access to their cash. I had a base amount in each account and would adjust it as they negotiated. This also gave me de facto control of their withdrawals, which would prevent profligate spending of my investment by relieved and rescued damsels. I reflected as I completed the details of Mrs. Angorra's contract, that I would soon have need of Liza's expertise.

The thought of the gorgeous red head spun my cock back into arousal. I sat and fought for breath for a moment before rising to go serve Mrs. Angorra with her contract, interview her and consign her to a life of commercial sexuality.

Somehow I had forgotten Mrs. Grayson. That seems crazy but I did because the business of pleasure was rapidly becoming the business that pleasured me the most.

At the door of the house I suddenly remembered her and thought I should find her, embarrassed that my once towering lust could be so easily defrayed onto another object, another sex object. I felt vaguely guilty at classifying this incredible woman with the women of Holdingsfield, as a sex object but then it occurred to me that she might find that at least amusing if not actually intriguing. Mrs. Grayson was exploring the house. I found her in one of the guest bedrooms. When I opened the door she was standing at the side of the canopy bed, something Sharon had installed, pink in all areas from the dust ruffles to the canopy and bedspread. The room seemed like a big pussy to me and made me feel small and surely that explained why I generally avoided it.

Mrs. Grayson turned around, saw me and sat on the bed. She lay back, presenting her body to me, her knees pressed together in the conservative skirt. Her breasts bounded against the silk blouse, revealing themselves as she stretched her arms over her head.

I took the action to mean something utterly innocuous and said so. "I, I have some business to finalize. I'll be back in a few hours. If you want, we can have supper when I finish or I'll take you back to the hotel now."

She sat up. "I have been thinking about your situation. You are off to make another fucking investment, yes?"

I nodded, mutely aroused.

"I wonder, I wonder how this woman would feel about an observer? How would you feel if I accompanied you, you know, to just watch?" She smiled that secret smile again. "I mean, I would just watch, while you consummate your contact with her."

"You mean contract, right, consummate my contract?"

She shook her head, smiling a rich, voluptuous smile. "Oh no, I meant what I said. I presume you will have sex with her, I mean, that is the contract, right?" She shuffled off the bed and stood up, turned to show me the shape of her ass, the fine lines of the stockings on her perfect legs, while she stared down at the bed, as though wondering what stories it could tell. I noticed for the first time the lines on the back of her stockings, like the old silk stockings before seamless nylons took over, pushed out of the culture by parachutes and war.

"Well? Are you going to fuck her?" When I didn't answer, Victoria turned back around and stared at me. "What is the matter, young man? Did you think a woman who was interested in buying a woman to have sex with her son would be some repressed bundle of nerves unable to say pussy and fuck in a sentence without blushing? In fact, I am none of those things but I am, I have..." Now she hesitated, coloring. She got conscious hold of herself and smiled warmly. "I have been a long time without sex and, and it seems to cloy around you like an aura. I am basking in it and if you don't mind, I would love to tag along and watch while you...er...do what you do with this, Mrs. Angorra, is it?"

An audience? My god, the idea raged through me. Side by side, I wondered at my chances. I think my brain must have been translucent.

Mrs. Grayson smiled. "I am being provocative. I know you lust after me, Mr. Gale. May I call you, Joshua? I know of your arousal. I feel it. You are a dear to not have made a pass at me till now but if your eyes are any indication, I am in danger of losing every option. I could hardly call it rape if you took me here and now. You, you hesitate but it burns high in you, an erotic inferno. I see it in you and for a young man, you do a remarkable job of preventing your body from quivering like an hound in heat. I am thrilled at the compliment implicit in your lust but too, I admire that control.

"You have taken no liberties and I must say you are an attractive male. I just am unsure if I should be committing to having sex with a man who is selling women. It seems, it seems obscene somehow and I am not sure I wish to challenge that sensibility." She smiled as though she had not just told me she would not have sex with me so keep it in my pants.

She did however, agree to look on while I had sex with someone else. I did get that, intermixed with her dithering interest in being seduced. I found that to be a most interesting compromise. I wondered if there was a way to exchange the one for the the other but decided it was far better to let things continue smoothly and not break the flow After all, I reflected, she did not actually say she would not fuck me, just that she was as yet unsure. I was unclear about the certainty that a woman who could watch a couple copulate would or would not be likely to participate, if left to her own inclinations. I toyed with that thought for a moment and found no resolution so shrugged. I did, however, feel a strong curiosity, call it a compulsion, to take every opportunity to find out.

"Mrs. Grayson, given what you are paying for Mrs. Simpson's services, I would think you could make nearly any suggestion and it would be fully in keeping with our focus on customer service to satisfy your request without reservation."

Then it occurred to me that I had no idea what sort of reception I would have at Mrs. Angorra's house. I realized I did not care. This situation challenged and thrilled me. The truth is that I was more or less convinced that if Victoria's presence frustrated my seduction of Mrs. Angorra, I could count on her to make it up to me. Wishful thinking perhaps, but nothing in her manner suggested she would turn away from me if I began to unbutton her silk blouse to reveal her perfectly luscious tits. They swayed as she moved and I fancied I felt them tickling my tongue.

"Mr. Gale?"

Her sensual voice sliced through my reverie, imagining her body pliant against mine. I focused on her.

"Well?" She said, half smiling again.

"Well? Well, what?"

"Can I accompany you on your mission to make a new fucking investment? I gather you have not met this woman and I think seeing how you maneuver her out of her bra and onto her back should be, ah, shall I say interesting? And let it go at that?"

I held up the bra still in one hand. "I think we are a bit beyond that."

Mrs. Grayson stared at the red bra in my hand like I was holding a coiled snake. When she looked at me her eyes were wide but frank.

"So? Shall I say it out loud? I want to watch you take this woman. I want to see her consumed by your sexual conflagration. I am asking if I can, if I might, if I may be allowed beyond the parameters of our present transaction. Is, is that too much to ask?"

My mouth ran away from my more cautious brain. "No chance you will join us?"

She smirked but not unkindly. "A contract for me? No chance."

I think my face must have exhibited my chagrin, both at my incautious question and her unequivocal answer. Still, some rational part of my brain still assiduously at work noted that she had not really answered my question and that served to offer me hope when I should have had none. Her kindly manner, bemused though it was, echoed that rational hope. So I hoped.

She spoke.

"You are going to have sex with a complete stranger because she needs your money. I have no need for your money but, dear man, I am also a complete stranger." She smiled and then sobered. "Well? May I accompany you? An auditor, perhaps?"

I shuddered. I considered the situation. If Mrs. Angorra rejected me, perhaps I would show my maturity, elan and poise in a difficult situation and Mrs. Grayson might reconsider her rejection of a pole dance with me and my favorite pole. On the other hand, if Mrs. Angorra ended up on the end of my pole, then perhaps Mrs. Grayson would be so enthralled as to be drawn into the moth-eating fire and I'd have two women with whom I was not acquainted when I woke up this morning. It was not much of a conundrum but a condition of the best sort, good for me either way. I grinned to myself then sobered, back in the room and under the cool gaze of my newly appointed auditor.

"Yes, of course." I grasped at the straw of her continued presence and the allure of having her eyes on me while I rutted between Mrs. Angorra's parted thighs. I had pictures of all my subjects and had some passing familiarity with those thighs and, as with all of the women of Holdingsfield, there was robust pleasure to be had there. I resolve to have it.

By the time I approached Mrs. Angorra's house, I was shifted out of the pussy intoxication into a more commercial sexual state. I realized I had no idea how Mrs. Angorra would respond to a woman of Mrs. Grayson's deportment looking on while I pillaged her pleasures, one at a time for her benefit and mine.

Halfway there, my phone rang. It was Jennifer. She was panting. "I just made my plane. I, I got to thinking, how long do I have, I mean to seduce Mr. Grayson?"

I passed the phone to Victoria. "Stay till you either ride him to ecstasy or become convinced you have no chance at all. The room and all amenities are on account so give that no thought. Yes. Yes, of course. Whatever you think he will do and enjoy. Of course. That is one of the benefits of consorting with an older, more experienced woman. Draw your own lines, my dear. He has none drawn but that does not mean he has none. That may be part of the joy of finding them. Of course. You are welcome. Okay. I'll convey that to Mr. Gale."

She handed me the phone. "She says she is indebted to you and she will do whatever you wish of her. Always." Victoria smiled a skeptical smile.

We walked on. The Angorra house was the most homely of all of them. It had been built last because the Angorra's had been last to sign on the dotted line. The crash was crashing about everyone and the board had apparently bent the rules, considerably, to allow them entrance to the enclave. They wanted the cash desperately and the Angorra's presence testified to that desperation.