Chapter 4: Media Type

Giles Rigsby sat waiting patiently for his old friend. He twirled his cigarello briefly before finishing it - in one long drag. Soon it joined the others in the crowded ashtray. Giles looked up as the sound of leather soles on the oak floor approached him, he smiled, at last!

"Sorry old chap, infernal traffic, well that, and a juvenile editor" the distinguished man laughed.

"Same old Nige! I'm glad some things are permanent my friend" Giles smiled, with genuine affection.

"What can I do for you Giles? You sounded very glum in your message, unlike you Riggers." Nigel asked, his concern apparent.

"It's Eleanor..." Giles started.

"Isn't it always, what's my girl done now? Smashed up her newest toy?" Nigel asked, the glint returning to his eyes.

"Vanished, old boy... Gone, left without a trace. But there's a damn odd thing..." Giles paused, for dramatic effect, "So have all her friends!"

"Her friends?" Nigel asked back.

"Yes, no sign of any of them, not since last week, it's as if they never were," Giles stopped, picked up his whisky tumbler and sank a liberal scotch in one, "Snifter, Nigel?"

"Bit early in the day for me Giles," Nigel winced, "Have you been to the police?"

"Useless as always! God when I think of the taxes I pay... Lazy blighters, had the cheek to say that Eleanor was just one of many. I told them, not to me, I only have one sister," Giles sighed, "Bloody odd though, there's something going on you know. They're hiding something big"

"Try not to get paranoid Giles, I'll help if I can. You know I have a soft spot for the delectable Eleanor," Nigel paused, "what do you want me to do?"

"Find out what's going on, pull some strings, call in some favours. There is something happening. I've done some research, had a chat with few of the others. Squiffy included, there is a cover up Nigel. People are disappearing all over the place, but nothing is being reported, nothing at all. You are my last hope."

"Press suppression? It would have to be at the highest level or I would know of it. Look Giles, you may be seeing a conspiracy where there is none." Nigel whispered, placing a consolatory hand on Giles knee.

"What if I said I had evidence? What about this..." Giles reached down into his leather briefcase, and extracted a brown folder.

Nigel leafed through the file, his eyes widening as he read. After a minute he emitted a low whistle.

"You haven't shown this to anybody else have you? This should not be bandied around Giles!" Nigel mumbled, conspiratorially.

"You are the first, the only one I trust enough. Someone in the government is moving vast amounts of taxpayers' money through this company. The company is then investing

in major construction... On MOD property. It's dynamite, this could bring down the exchange if it were known!" Giles whispered, moving closer to Nigel.

"Webb's Industries? They are one of the big five Giles, I would be very cautious. I'm not sure I can help." Nigel warned.

"I'll go public then! Take it to the tabloids. I want to find Eleanor, and if that means blowing this thing wide open - I will!" Giles's hands clenched, and unclenched as he spoke.

"Calm down, Giles, no need for that..." Nigel paused, "I will make a few calls. If I could have some privacy, old chap"

"Of course I'll toddle off and book lunch, club special as usual?" Giles asked, as he stood unsteadily.

"Fine, just fine Riggers" Nigel replied, his fingers already on the buttons of his mobile.

Nigel watched Giles amble off; he pressed the final digit as Giles rounded the corner towards the restaurant.

"John, its Nigel... Nigel Titfer, yes that's right. Listen we have a problem; I need you to meet somebody. Yes that's right, he needs an introduction - to the tribe."

Eleanor was busy, her jaw ached; but she completely ignored the dull pain. Julia's body danced on the tip of Eleanor's tongue, her universe revolving around its swirling tip. Neither girl reacted to the hotel door swinging open, so lost were they in their own lust filled world.

"Well it does drive better than the Sierra, but there's not as much storage" Mandy nattered on, continuing her conversation with Josh.

"Maybe you could have bought less?" Josh grumbled, as he juggled carrier bags.

"What's the point of having Ellie's credit limit, if you aren't going to make the most of it?" Mandy laughed.

"They are still at it!" Josh gasped, in amazement.

"Us girls have a bit more stamina in the sex department; too much for you is it?" Mandy asked, her eyes scanning Josh's body language.

"It can get a bit samey, you know." Josh replied in his monotone voice.

"Well, I'll have to see if I can change you mind on that one..." Mandy stated, pursing her broad lips provocatively.

Josh smiled wanly, and turned his head to watch Julia orgasm. He felt nothing, no that wasn't entirely true; one word circled in his mind 'Trapped... ' Josh dropped the shopping - the unexpected touch of Mandy's stocking toes on his jeans fly making him jump.

"Sensitive aren't we?" Mandy paused, smiling "pick those up, and put them over by the wardrobe, then we'll join our friends"

Josh mechanically carried out the instructions, without enthusiasm. He watched Mandy as she stripped, before sidling up behind her and cupping her breasts. His thumbs found the hard tips of his sisters extended nipples and tweaked them aggressively.

"Mmmmm, that's more like it - Much more like the loving brother I have come to know."

Mandy slid around, and caught hold of Josh - forcing him down onto the bed, back first. Her hands ripped open his shirt, before descending to plunder inside his loosened jeans. In a second he was hard, pulsing against her cupped hands. Josh arched, sliding his straining balls into Mandy's warm palms.

Julia started to recover, and turned her attentions to Josh. She knelt up on the bed, and then bent forward letting her tongue draw circles around Josh's gasping mouth. Josh extended his tongue to meet the lashing of Julia's fluid proboscis; he sucked against its sweetness. The tongue disappeared, only to be replaced by the gentle swell of a soft breast. Josh's hungry mouth searched for the nipple, and locked onto it, suckling excitedly.

Josh sighed against Julia's breast, reacting to the erection of his own nipple against Ellie's questing fingers. He was in heaven; Mandy's mouth slid off Josh's swollen glans. He could feel her positioning herself above his cock, preparing to skewer herself on him. He panicked, pulling away from the sponginess filling his mouth.

"This is wrong, you are my sister!" Josh shouted.

"He's rejecting the vector, defensive action!" Mandy ordered.

Without question Julia clamped her full breast down onto Josh's face.

Josh struggled for air attempting to push Julia away; he screamed his frustration against her elastic skin. Fighting hard Josh almost threw her off, but then she suddenly bore down on him - trapping him completely. Ellie pressed down, crushing her breasts flat against Julia's ribcage. She hugged tightly, sandwiching Julia between herself and Josh's spasming body.