Enslaved (7 page)

Entering the lounge, she smiled at Brooke-Smith. 'I hope you like curry?' she asked as she sat in the armchair.

'Very much!' he replied, holding his empty glass up.

'Here, let me get you another drink. So, what's this contract all about?' she asked, tossing her long golden locks over her shoulder and taking his glass.

'An advertising campaign. «We're launching a new product this autumn and... Well, to be honest, I really don't think your husband's company is up to the job!'

Husband? Husband-to-be - not to be!
'Oh, why's that?' she asked nonchalantly.

'They've made too many cock-ups in the past, I'm afraid. It's a competitive business - there are plenty of other companies out there only too willing to . ..'

'Oh well, I'm sure Barry's not bothered one way or the other,' Marianne smiled, standing before him and passing him the glass.

'But I thought that he ...'

'Barry doesn't really care one way or the other!' she laughed wickedly, wondering why she was trying to ruin Barry's chances of getting the contract. Revenge was one thing, but to destroy Barry? 'To be honest, he's had enough of the job!'

'Oh, I see. I hadn't actually decided to go elsewhere, it was just that...'

'Don't worry about it, Jonathan! If you give the contract

to Barry, fine - if you don't, it's not a problem!'

'You're quite a woman, aren't you? I thought that you'd be grovelling at my feet, playing the little hostess, doing your best to ...'

'No, no way! Look, why not decide what you're going to do about the contract? Get it over with now so that we can enjoy the evening.'

'The contract's his! I was only bluffing when i...'

'Yes, I know you were!' she grinned, parting her thighs again as she projected her hips forward, her tight dress hugging the contour of her young mound. 'Don't tell Barry just yet -let him sweat for a while!'

'But I thought he wasn't bothered?'

'I was bluffing, too!' she replied, an impish glint in her sparkling eyes. 'I'll go and see how he's getting on.'

Barry's forehead was lined, his face anguished as he turned to see Marianne in the kitchen doorway, 'Everything all right?' she asked.

'No, not really. I don't like the way things are going,' he replied angrily.

'What do you mean?'

'I don't know. This bloody contract is ...'

'Where is the contract?'

'I left it in the bloody office. I should have brought it home but, in my panic, I forgot.'

'Why don't you go and get it? Surely it would be better to get him to sign it this evening, if he agrees, that is?'

'What about the food?'

'You'll only be half an hour. We don't have to eat yet. Stick it back in the oven - I'll entertain him while you're gone.'

'Entertain him?' Barry echoed suspiciously.

Jealous, Barry?
'Yes, entertain him - look after him. You

go and get the contract, and I'll keep him happy.'

'I don't like this, Marianne!'

It's your own doing!
'Why ever not? What's the problem, Barry? You seem very worried, what's the matter?'

'He's a randy old sod. I don't want to leave you alone with him.'

'Don't you trust me? What do you think I'll do, flash my pussy at him?'
After all, that is what you wanted me to do!

'I... I don't know. Of course I trust you, it's just that... Juxtaposition.'

Here we go again!
Marianne thought excitedly, amazed by the unfathomable depths of Barry's jealousy. 'You'll not go anywhere near him!' he ordered. 'Don't even show him a bit of leg, and don't let him touch you! And put your bloody knickers on, you disobedient little bitch!'
Whatever happened to the bit of cunt lip?
she wondered sinfully.

'OK,' Barry smiled as he brought Marianne round. 'I'll go and get the contract. I'll be as quick as I can.'

'Right, I'll go and keep Brooke-Smith happy. I'll tell him that you've had to ...'

'Don't say anything about me, just chat to him. Oh, and try and get him to ...'

'I'll get him to give you the contract, Barry - don't worry! I know how to handle ...'

'Handle what? What are you up to?'

'Nothing! I don't know what's bothering you, I really don't! Go and get the contract and I'll deal with Brooke-Smith.'

Concealing a grin as Barry frowned and moved towards the door, Marianne was delighting in the game. His jealousy eating away inside him, she knew that he was regretting ever using the word - regretting ever trying to use
her\

'Another drink?' Marianne asked Brooke-Smith as she entered the lounge. 'The food will be a little while yet.' 'Thanks,' he smiled, eyeing her thighs again, wondering, no doubt, why she wasn't wearing panties. 'Where's Barry?'

'Organizing things. He's good in the kitchen - shame he's not good in the bedroom!' she laughed, stunning her guest -and herself!

Jonathan shifted uneasily on the sofa, obviously wondering what sort of girl his hostess really was as she reclined in the armchair, blatantly exposing her pinken pussy-crack. Her stomach somersaulted and her heart fluttered as he focused his disbelieving eyes on her young slit.

'Are you married?' Marianne asked.

'Yes,' he replied, his eyes widening as they feasted on her open girlhood.

'We were going to get married, but.. . Well, there's no rush. Besides, I'm not sure that I really want to settle down just yet.'

'Oh, I'm sorry, I thought that you were married?'

'No, no.'

'Do you work?' he asked, his gaze still glued to her creamy vaginal crack.

'No, I'm not working at the moment - I was made redundant. I'm hoping to start a business from home.'

'What sort of work did you do?'

'Secretarial work for an export company.'

'I'm looking for a new personal assistant, if you're interested?'

'Really? Well, I suppose .. . Where are you based?'

'Just outside town - Greenways Industrial Estate. You'd have a company car, of course.'

'Oh! Er... I don't know what to say!' Marianne smiled, closing her legs and tugging her dress down to conceal her girl-crack.
I shouldn't have come across as too tarty!

'Say yes! What have you got to lose?'

Marianne's opinion of Brooke-Smith was rapidly changing.
Perhaps he's not the pompous git I thought he was?
she mused as she rose to pour herself a vodka-and-lime. 'Sounds interesting,' she smiled, imagining roaming around his office - knickerless. 'The thing is .. .'

'Is there a problem?' he interrupted, handing her his empty glass.

If only he knew about the word!
'No, no, it's just that. .. As I said, I was hoping to start something from home.'

'You could do that later - you're only young, you've all the time in the world!'

'Yes, I suppose I have.'

Passing him his drink, Marianne wondered at Barry's reaction to her working for Brooke-Smith. He'd be assured of future contracts, which was all he seemed to be interested in! Perhaps he'd react favourably? He'd probably delight in having her on the inside, gleaning inside information about his competitors.

'What's this new product you're launching?' she asked. 'I really don't know anything about your company - Barry doesn't talk about his clients, you see.'

'I'm in soft drinks. The television advertising campaign is to launch a new orange drink we've developed. We've called it Golden Pip.'

'What's the salary?'

'Negotiable! I'm sure we could come to an amicable agreement - if you know what I mean?'

Marianne
did
know what he meant!
So, it's my body he's after!
she thought excitedly as she relaxed, allowing her thighs to fall apart again. 'I'll give it some thought,' she smiled as she heard the front door closing. 'I'll just see how Barry's getting on. I won't be a minute.'

Frowning as she entered the kitchen, she asked Barry why he was back so soon. 'The bloody contract was in my car!' he swore. 'I saw it on the passenger seat as I drove round the corner!'

'You're getting worse! Anyway, I've secured the contract for you.'

'What? But how...'

'I'll tell you later. It's about time you joined him, you've hardly spoken to him since he arrived! Get him to sign the contract, and I'll sort the food out.'

'What did you do to make him. ..'

'I'm a woman, Barry - we women have our ways!'

Marianne sat quietly during the meal. Barry did his boring arse-licking piece, sucking up to his client, which annoyed her but, exasperating though the evening was, she was thankful that Brooke-Smith didn't mention her working for him. That was a subject she wanted to broach when she was alone with Barry.

After the meal, the men retired to the lounge, leaving Marianne to clear away the dishes, and to think about the job offer.
He s obviously attracted by my naked pussy!
she mused as she loaded the dishwasher, praying that Barry would tell him about the word.
God, I'm turning into a tart! What the hell? Money's money! And a car!

Making the coffee, Marianne's thoughts turned to Jill, the wanton act of lesbian sex she had enjoyed with the young girl. Recalling the vibrator, Jill's hot mouth engulfing her clitoris, her fingers massaging her inner vaginal flesh, her thoughts then lurched to Brooke-Smith.
God, I flashed my pussy at him!
she recalled excitedly, wondering again at the incredible change she'd gone through.

'He's got to go, Marianne,' Barry said as he popped his head round the kitchen door. 'He had a phone call and ...'

'Okay, I'll come and see him out'

The pleasantries over, Barry closed the door, frowning at Marianne as she gave a sigh of relief. 'Thank God that's over!' she gasped.

'How on earth did you get him to agree to ...'

'I'm not just a pretty face!' she laughed.
A pretty pussy\ too!

'But how did you... I mean, he wasn't at all interested in our offer until...'

'I talked to him, said that your company was the best to handle his advertising campaign. And, don't forget - I'm an attractive woman!'

'You didn't do anything else, did you?'

'Anything else? What do you mean?'

'Nothing. I'm just a little surprised, that's all.'

'You don't seem to trust me anymore, Barry. What's happened?'

'Nothing.'

'You've been nervy all evening.'

'I'm just tired, that's all. I like the dress, by the way. It's a bit short, but I like it.'

'Oh, guess what! I've been going around without my panties! God knows how I forgot to put them on! I hope he didn't see anything!'

Barry cringed as Marianne lifted the front of her dress, displaying her sparse blonde pubes, her swollen pussy lips and very wet crack. 'Come to think of it,' she smiled innocently. 'I had my panties on before Jill came round, and I don't remember taking them off so ...'

'How long was the lesbian here?' he asked suspiciously.

'Not long. It's funny, I felt very wet between my legs after she'd gone. Perhaps my being away from you for a week has left me sex-starved!'

'You told Jill about the course, didn't you?'

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Yes. What's that got to do with it?' 'Nothing. I'm going up to bed. Have you told anyone else about the ... the course?'

'No, only Jill. Oh, and John knows, of course!'

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Barry had left for work by the time Marianne woke up. Her hands running over her young naked body, her gentle curves, her feminine crevices, she didn't want to reach out from beneath the warmth of her quilt and answer the phone, but the caller was annoyingly persistent.

'Hallo,' she sighed dreamily as she brushed her hair from her face and pressed the receiver to her ear.

'Marianne, it's John.'

'Oh, hi, John. Barry's already left, I'm afraid.'

'Yes, he called me just now. He hasn't said anything to you about me, has he?'

'What do you mean,
said
anything?'

'He rang me and asked if I'd been to see you.'

'I'm sorry, John, I've only just woken up - I'm not with you.'

'Barry asked me whether I'd been to see you or not. I just wondered why he'd asked.'

'I've no idea. Are you sure you didn't misunderstand him?'

'Yes, quite sure. I just thought it rather odd.'

'It
is
odd! Perhaps he thinks we're having an affair!'
God, I shouldn't have said that!

'No, of course he doesn't!'

'You hadn't arranged to come over, had you?'