Chapter 31: Enough money to buy Estonia

The following morning at the office I at last managed to clear some paperwork despite having to make time to receive confession from Fran and Connie.

Fran had asked to see me about something "very important"; but when she arrived, with Connie in tow, she seemed extremely loth to get to the point. Not having much time to spend on this, I was about to order her to come out with it when Connie intervened.

"Jeez, Fran, we'll be here all day at this rate! James, what Fran's trying to tell you is we went out clubbing last night and brought two boys home and shagged their brains out. That's all."

I turned to Fran. "Is that it?"

Her head was bowed so that her hair fell across her face. She gave a tiny nod.

"Did you enjoy it?"

Another tiny nod.

"And I don't have to ask you, Connie," I said sternly, "whether you enjoyed it."

Connie gave me a big unabashed sexy grin. "No substitute for the real thing," she said, waving a hand at me, "but it scratched that itch, know what I mean? I reckon Whatsisname — the dark-haired one — was better," she added chattily. "What did you think, Fran?"

Fran looked up in horror, her face flushed scarlet. "Connie!" she protested. "James, darling, it wasn't like she's making it sound."

"It was exactly like I'm making it sound," insisted Connie. "We switched beds in the night while the boys were asleep," she explained.

"It was your idea," said Fran hotly. "I'd never have thought of such an outrageous thing."

"That's not what you said last night. You were well up for it."

"I was not. I tried to talk you out of it."

"You never did. Go on, say it to James. Look James straight in the face and tell him about this big argument you put up."

Fran looked me squarely in the eye as instructed, but failed to speak. For several moments she seemed to undergo some severe internal struggle. Finally she gave an embarrassed giggle and blushed again. "Well," she confessed, "maybe I didn't argue very hard. And," she added, "Connie's right. Sam was better."

"The other one wasn't bad, though," said Connie as if evaluating different wines. "But he was a bit —"

I interrupted. It had been an entertaining discussion but it was not getting my work done. I told them they were beautiful sexy young women and that nothing could be more natural than some wholesome fucking. I reiterated that so long as they were there when I wanted them, they were fancy free the rest of the time. They left my office bickering quietly, but in a friendly way. ("Constance Amoah, how could you show me up like that in front of James? I've never been so embarrassed in —" "Jeez, Fran, lighten up. I told you he wouldn't mind." And so on as they receded.)

It always pleased me to see my girls on good terms and it was with a light heart that I returned to my paperwork, making encouraging progress before I set off for Bayswater. At ten past twelve I was ringing Gina's doorbell. The door opened a short way and a bare black arm reached round and pulled me inside.

The naked Gina put her arms round me and kissed me passionately. "Good to see you, hun. Let's get these off." As we made quick work of getting me out of my clothes, I was looking round for the promised East European girl. "I've got you a good one, Jim honey," Gina assured me. "She's getting ready. I'll fetch her."

She vanished into the bedroom and reappeared a moment later, holding the door open. "Olga," she announced like an impresario introducing his top act. "She's from Estonia," she added. And this girl appeared.

Olga was sensational. Entirely naked apart from high-heeled slingbacks, and immaculately shaven I noticed, she was tall and almost statuesque. Fair-skinned and with very blonde hair of medium length, she looked like a Nordic goddess. Although by no means skinny, she had less meat than I normally like to see on a girl but she still achieved an impression of curviness because of the remarkable narrowness of her waist compared with her shoulders and hips. This effect was added to by her breasts, which were a very respectable C, borderline D. They had the precisely defined hemisphericity one sometimes sees with implants, but it was evident that no surgeon's knife had ever pierced that perfect flesh. Her features were beautifully defined, with blue-grey eyes and very kissable lips. She looked no more than nineteen.

She set eyes on me with a fleeting but unmistakable look of disappointment and turned to Gina. "You said —" she began in a thick accent.

"Isn't he gorgeous? Isn't he just beautiful?" enthused Gina.

A kind of "Oh, I get it" look passed across her face and she looked at me with sudden desire. "Chim, darlink, you vonderful man," she purred, slinking across the room into my arms and kissing me full on the lips. She was putting this on, I knew, for it was far too soon for FUCK to have taken effect, but she was doing it beautifully. And in a few minutes, I reminded myself, there would be no pretence about it.

We all three piled onto Gina's king-size bed. Olga was such a good actress that it was hard for me to tell when FUCK took over, although it must have been some time after she left a condom handy by the bed but before I dodged her crafty attempt, a couple of minutes later, to slip onto my unsheathed cock before I was ready for her.

I wanted to do Gina first. Olga held onto me and kissed me as I pounded away in Gina's wet black cunt, and when I came I managed to cut off the spunk after the first couple of spurts and pushed Olga quite forcibly down onto her back. Immediately I got on top of her and pushed my cock inside her. She was tighter than I expected but I had no time to be gentle. As I forced my way in she winced with pain even as she moaned with pleasure, and as I penetrated deeper I could feel her body tightening more and more with sexual tension.