Mystery at Squires
Copyright© 2025 by Bravenger
Chapter 9: Max & Val
Mystery Sex Story: Chapter 9: Max & Val - Its 1960 and a young city girl is interned to an English Country Manor as a nursemaid. It’s all strangely different from what she expected, until something very much more sinister is uncovered.
Caution: This Mystery Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Coercion Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Mystery Rags To Riches Furry Were animal Incest FemaleDom Light Bond Sadistic PonyGirl First Massage Masturbation Pregnancy Sex Toys Voyeurism Babysitter Menstrual Play Small Breasts
Max Largen was standing by his office window whilst on the phone as Don pulled into his drive, parking a flashy new Ford Cortina next to his own sombre Mercedes.
As Max spoke down the line, he was watching Don prepare himself for the call.
Max had heard Yellow Pages referred to as a new force in advertising and had almost become a license to print money. It would be interesting to see what one of these esteemed company salesmen was made of?
You could say that Max was a colourful fish in a small pond. Although middle-aged, Max was nonetheless part of the new swinging set of go-getters.
He paid little deference to the old business methods of the privileged few.
His was the brave new future of energetic pluralism; the classless society.
They may still shoulder the wheel but now they would reap the profit and perhaps a little power over their neighbour.
Yet in its way it wasn’t that different from the old class it strove to overcome.
Self-seeking and sometimes dark and ruthless but dressed up with an idealistic smile.
Max had a reputation of cutting through red tape and getting results. Able to get hold of people, he could get your party going with a swing. Max would do you a special favour when it mattered.
From Flint Lodge Max planned towards a bigger slice of what could be had.
The phone conversation came to a close. Sitting at his solid oak desk, Max looked at what he had prepared for his Yellow Page’s advert.
Meon Hospitality Agency
Business Hospitality
Indoor & Outdoor Activities
Superb Locations
Promotional Parties
Professional Escort Personnel
Max had attempted a vague graphic of a marquee in a field underneath his letterhead and drawn a box round the whole thing.There was a knock and the Yellow Page’s man was ushered in.
He was a fit looking young chap with slightly rebellious brown hair. Although not wearing a suit, he still managed to look business-like. Don was an example of a new independently mobile class of working man.
Don impressed Max with his youthful professionalism. He’d listened intelligently and understood what Max wanted to achieve before offering some sound ideas to improve on the message and its scope.
Although it would cost more, Max accepted what he had recommended and so Don drew up the layout and dealt with the paperwork.
A primly dressed woman, with dark brown hair, came in carrying a tray of coffee and biscuits.
“I’ve brought in an extra cup for our visitor Max.” she said smiling at Don.
Max then introduced her as Miss Grey his business partner.
As they shook hands Don felt the magnetism of this attractively mature woman.
Max briefly outlined to her what he and Don had worked out for the advertising while Valerie Grey sat casually on the desk’s edge, quizzically observing.
Max found Don’s non-deferential style very engaging. He envied this young man whose trade gave him such access to an extraordinary cross-section of business-people. Max’s instinct told him, this was a young man who could be of value to him.
With their business done, they made their way slowly out to the driveway chatting spontaneously. Then before they parted, Max invited Don to join their small pool party that coming Friday, about noon at Flint Lodge.
Pool Party
Here I was pulling into Max’s drive again but this time as one of his party guest already!
I chuckled at the sight of a little BSA motor-cycle among the cars which also included a Bentley limo no less!
With no room for my Cortina on the gravel drive, I parked on the trimmed grass. Then to the tinkling of Dave Brubeck’s piano I approached the scattered guest around the poolside.
I was relieved everyone was very casually dressed and mingling freely.
“Hello! Don isn’t it?” called a glamorous nearby woman, “Glad you made it!”
Surprised at who was greeting me, I grinned, “Why, Miss Grey, hello there!”
With warmth in her brown eyes she invited me to join her. “Please! call me Val; pull up a pew and join the jet set!” she smiled dryly.
Valerie, holding a decanter of red wine, was sat in a low fancy sun chair, her vivid sundress and hat adding towards a Californian poolside atmosphere.
Gratefully, I eased myself down into the sun-chair and found myself slipping playfully into a kind of pseudo west-coast response.
Gee ma’am, it’s sure nice to be invited to a pool party on such a swell day; though perhaps I should be in my swim trunks!
Valerie twigged onto my zany approach and glancing suggestively at my crutch replied with a grin, Gee-wiz, I would support you their fella!
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