Chapter 23

BRUSSELS, VIENNA: APRIL/MAY

LUKE'S VOICE

'Well, if she has to, she has to, I suppose. I'd better load her down with some self-study material, and she can e-mail me her written work for correction. The exam's only two months away though, and I'm not really happy about losing nearly half the class time that's left.' Anita and Elena looked at each other and I thought I saw Elena stifling a smile. Anita reached over and patted my hand.

'She doesn't want to go, because Jurgen won't be there, and I don't want her to go, because I'm the one that's going to have to pick up her workload, and now you as well. It can't be helped though: trade talks are her department and if we're not properly represented we'll get screwed by the bureaucrats. Vienna's not too bad, and at least she speaks German.' I sat up.

'Vienna? You didn't say the talks were in Vienna. She can stay with Angela and have a decent life and somewhere to study, and Angela can make sure she eats properly and does her homework on time.' Elena looked doubtful.

'I know she invited us if we were ever there, and it was sweet of her, but a month is a long time, and we don't exactly know her properly... '

'Don't be silly, ' I said firmly. 'I know the woman properly and improperly, and she doesn't say what she doesn't mean, and she knows every diplomat in Vienna, which could be useful, and you'll save a fortune in hotel bills. I'll call her this evening. Where is she anyway?' Anita looked confused.

'Who?'

'Magda, of course. I need to talk to her and give her some work, and put the fear of God into her so she doesn't slack off. My students don't fail exams, remember.'

'She's flying out tonight, ' said Elena, 'so you'd better get the stuff ready and give it to me. It's a big step for her, and God knows she's earned it, but right now she's up to her ass in briefing papers. I told her I'd give her a kiss from you.' Anita put her hand up.

'I said I'd give her a kiss from you too, honestly.' I felt irritated and tried not show it.

'OK. Go and watch TV or something. I can't prepare stuff with an audience.' We were sitting at the classroom table and Anita reached out and snagged the wine bottle.

'We'll take this with us so you're not tempted.' I allowed myself one rude word and started looking for the material Magda needed most.

It was forty minutes before I was done. I slipped the thick wad of paper into a folder and straightened up. It would have to do: the mixed blessing of e-mail would cover the rest. My glass was long empty, and I picked it up and went through to the other room.

The two women were on my bed, head to toe and naked. The wine bottle was empty and the aroma of recent sex filled the room. My cock sprang to attention and my sour mood lifted miraculously. Elena smiled and licked her lips exaggeratedly.

'You've got to kiss us so we can give Magda a kiss from you, but you were taking for ever so we decided to pass the time while you decided where to kiss us. Are you going to express your annoyance?'

'Please, please, express it on me, ' begged Anita,. She rolled over and spanked her own ass. 'Bad girl, messing up teacher's clean bed.' She peered over her shoulder at Elena and they started giggling. I undid my pants.

'You're half-pissed, the pair of you. What brought this on?' Elena was nearly choking.

'Wine and frustration and pheromones and hormones, but which one's the whore, and which one moans?' They collapsed again, and I shook my head despairingly.

'Well, two whores with one moan, I suppose.' They crowed with laughter and I managed to insinuate myself between them. Elena promptly snuggled into the crook of my arm, still chuckling, and put a possessive hand over my cock.

'Anita's lovely, ' she said, 'but she can't hold her drink and she hasn't got one like this. Hers is tiny and it's hidden between her legs. Sometimes it takes me ages to find it.' Anita waved her legs in the air.

'Luke finds it straight away, every time, ' she said. 'Can we have a hunt the clit competition?' I reached down and gave her a serious smack on the buttocks, and she yelped.

'What was that for?'

'Just expressing my annoyance. I suggest that you get over here so I can kiss you when I've finished with your boss.' I turned to Elena and our mouths met gently, our tongues twining round each other. She tasted of wine and Anita, and my cock surged under her hand. Anita's hand nudged Elena's as she fitted herself smoothly against me on the other side.

'Plenty for both of us, boss. Are you going to pull rank or is this a democratic orgy?' I twisted my head and kissed her hard.

'I'm in charge, and if you disobey the punishment will be severe.' Her body squirmed against mine and she slid her leg over my thigh, forcing her mons against my hip bone.

'I might take you up on that.' Their laughter faded and we lay quietly, their hands curled over my prick, letting anticipation steal up on us. I felt as if I was inhabiting two different worlds. Anita on my left, her body hard, shaped and toned by her obsessive daily workouts. She was rawhide swathed in femininity, the whole length of her smooth and groomed. Her firm breast fitted my hand comfortably, and the hard knot of her nipple rubbed lightly against the palm as she pressed her torso against me. Her short chestnut curls tickled my ear tantalizingly. My right hand wasn't able to capture all Elena's heavier breast. Her body was slim too, but softer, molding itself against mine, all rounded curves, the warmth of a mature and confident woman teasing my senses. Her trimmed bush scraped my thigh as she shifted position, and her dark hair lay in an ebony drift across my chest. My cock was straining to reach my navel and their hands fluttering over it didn't help my self-control at all.

'Who came first while you were passing the time?' I asked.

'Me, ' murmured Anita, 'but only a little one, so I've still got lots of stamina. Elena was right behind me though.'

'You're trying to decide who gets your cock first, ' said Elena, 'and can it be me? I need to be filled up.' She looked over me to Anita. 'Is that OK?' Anita nodded.

'I'll show him my tattoos to distract him: don't finish him off though, or I'll scratch your eyes out.' Their heads tilted towards each other and they kissed, then broke away and looked down at me.

'Ready for some fun?' whispered Elena. Their alcohol-induced giggles had disappeared, and an aura of desire had taken its place.

'Fun is what I do best.' They kneeled up and kissed again, and I slid my hands from their breasts to their buttocks. Both women shivered as my hands drifted lower. Their dance continued in unspoken harmony, and each simultaneously swung a leg over my torso and sank down. Elena's labia brushed against the underside of my shaft and I sensed, rather than heard, her quiet exhalation as our flesh touched. Anita's splayed thighs were showing me her pussy, pulled impossibly wide by her posture, shining with the moisture of her earlier arousal. I never tired of her tattoos, the unicorn and dolphin that guarded her most intimate parts. She shifted slightly and her hand appeared, one finger searching for my lips. I sucked on it, coating it with saliva, guessing what was coming: she withdrew it and lifted it to her anus, running the slick tip round her sphincter and then pressing the centre gently so that it disappeared up to the first joint. She rotated it fractionally and then withdrew it, her hand disappearing again and her body pushing back towards my face. I can take a hint.

I let my tongue roam round the edge of her pussy, lapping at the tattoos, and then nuzzled her ass. As I did so I felt Elena's hand lifting my cock and the soft scratch of her pubic hair as she shifted herself slightly: the familiar pressure nudged at my glans and I imagined her thick labia parting and the dark crimson folds of her inner lips unfurling for me as she guided me into her. I slid my tongue over Anita's anus, the tight ring clenching as I probed it delicately and she bore down on me, forcing herself to relax and open; my tongue slipped into the widening aperture and she gasped softly, wriggling as she explored the sensation. Elena hissed as she took my whole length and her hips began to move rhythmically over me. Anita's earthy taste filled my head and my cock swelled inside Elena's as our rhythms harmonized. She gave a muffled gasp and her thighs clenched. Anita's arms had left my torso and I suspected that her hands were busy with the older woman's nipples. Elena's body clamped hard over mine and the rhythm of her fucking deepened and steadied as the tide of arousal filled her. I slipped a hand into Anita's sodden pussy and worked my thumb into her vagina, stroking her G spot gently. She uttered a guttural sigh.

Individual sensations blurred as Elena assaulted my body, her breath harsh in her throat, sweat beading her torso as she worked herself frantically over me. Anita lifted herself delicately, letting my tongue slide out of her, holding herself back as she rolled Elena's nipples in her strong fingers. I lapped at her pussy, twisting my tongue round the delicate pleats, and sensed Elena's climax breaking like a wave and crashing against her. A cry was forced from her, and rose slowly in volume until it was cut off by Anita's mouth. I thrust up hard into her and held it, my back arched and quivering as her contractions clasped my shaft and her abdominal muscles spasmed. I imagined release washing through her, filling her with the warmth of fulfilled need, and was ready for the moment of relaxation when her muscles unknotted and she slumped against Anita. After a moment I felt Anita's body tensing. Her strength was extraordinary: she lifted Elena off my cock and helped her lie back, then straightened her legs and shuffled forward. She looked down at me over her shoulder.

'Feel free to express your annoyance.' She leant forward to let me pull myself out of the embrace of her thighs. When I'd rearranged myself she was crouched over Elena, nuzzling the older woman's breasts tenderly. Elena was coming back to life, and she looked at me and winked as I settled myself behind Anita. Her arms reached out and pulled the tall girl forward, gripping her shoulders, then she craned her neck and closed her teeth over one rock-hard nipple. Anita gasped and tried to pull back, and as she did so I drove my cock hard into her, forcing her forward. She gave a hoarse cry of shock and pleasure and pushed hard at me. I thrust, stretching her roughly, and felt her shudder as Elena's teeth nipped her teat again. The rhythm accelerated as I grasped her hips and stabbed deep into her, Elena holding her fast against my thrusts and allowing her no respite. Her legs began to tremble and a keening sound was forced from her, and I raised the temperature again.

'No noise, please, ' I said conversationally, and slapped her buttocks hard, twice, forehand and backhand. She bucked under me, the wailing stopping abruptly, then starting again on a lower note. I smacked her again, stinging slaps against the firm flesh. 'None at all, or I'll express real annoyance.' I felt her body shiver as a small orgasm overtook her and the noise of our bodies meeting grew louder as more juices were expelled by her contractions. I slapped her buttocks again, then thrust hard upwards, imagining myself lifting her knees from the mattress. She was muttering in her own language, sounding as if she was begging for something, and I tried to catch Elena's eye. She nodded at me when I raised my hand and I bought it down hard again, feeling my balls churning and shifting. Anita was twisting like a madwoman in our joint grasps, her voice rising again in a wordless howl, and I smacked her one last time and twisted my thumb into her ass, and then tensed as my control collapsed and my seed gushed violently into her. As she felt my cock thicken and swell she came explosively, almost tearing me out of her, and shook uncontrollably for long seconds, impaled on my fountaining shaft, before the breath left her body in a rush and she fell forward onto Elena. The older woman wrapped her in her arms and hugged her gently, murmuring endearments, and I let my softening cock slip out of her sodden embrace.

I wrapped myself in my robe and settled into an armchair. There had been a bottle of wine in reserve, and I thankfully poured myself a glass. Even with Uli, spanking games never felt quite right. I always feel a little queasy when I realize how much it turns me on as well. It's not a side of myself that I'm totally comfortable with. I remembered my promise and reached for the phone.

'Trudi? It's Luke... ' A shriek traveled through the line between Vienna and Brussels. ' ... Uli told you about Spain? ... Good ... Well, I had to do something ... no, I'm still here, and I'm up to my ears in exam work with the diplomats, and that's why I'm calling: one of them's in Vienna as from tonight, and I'd like to ask Angela, Frau Fischer, if she can stay ... Yes, I'm sure she will, but it's polite to ask ... the room I used, I suppose. You'll like her: she's quite bi ... yes, I thought that would cheer you up. She's going to be busy though, so you'll have to ration yourself ... Let me talk to Angela ... Sweetheart, I'd love to, and Uli will want to play too: I know she misses you ... yes, I told her and I'm happier than a kid with new shoes, but girl talk is indicated ... of course she'll be up for it, you daft thing: nothing's changed in that department... '

Twenty minutes later it was settled. Angela sent her love, and thought that September or October would be a good time for a motivation top-up. I told her to apply to Uli, and she'd chuckled happily and agreed. I sipped my wine and felt pleased. Elena and Anita would be buried in work for the next few weeks, and I'd be able to relax a little. The thought shocked me: maybe I was getting old.

The aftermath of our shared release had been slow and tender. Elena and I had helped Anita to the shower and washed her gently, then wrapped her in a robe and left her lying on the bed while we soaped each other. Elena had laughed into my chest as we stood clasped together under the warm water.

'These young girls, ' she'd muttered, 'they've no stamina at all. Twenty minutes fucking and she's nearly unconscious, poor little thing.' She'd kissed me lightly. 'Tell me how your beloved is.'

'Very fine, and very beloved.' She'd kissed me again.

'What she's got with you is a step beyond anything I understand. Still, we've all got what we want, so wot's the odds as long as we're 'appy?'

'Where on earth did you pick up that phrase?' She'd smiled slyly.

'I watch a lot of old movies. I'll take Anita home: she's due an early night, especially after you expressed your annoyance. It's funny how some people get off on that sort of thing.'

MARY XIAN, Luke

She steeled herself and tapped on the door. The receptionist had said that he'd help, and that he was a nice person, but she was as nervous as she could ever remember being. There was no reply, and she bit her lip and knocked harder.

'Come in, sweetheart, but don't expect miracles: those two have left me gasping.' She understood the first phrase, but the rest was a mystery. She opened the door slowly.

A tall man was lying in an armchair, his legs outstretched, and a glass of wine balanced on his chest. He was wearing a white bathrobe and his eyes were closed.

'Laura, how are you?' He spoke without opening his eyes, and she stopped, rooted to the spot with nerves. She tried to speak but her voice failed her and only a tiny squeak came out. His eyes flew open.

'What the ... I'm so sorry. I thought you were someone else.' He had risen to his feet and was examining her, his blue eyes boring into her. He seemed to sense her embarrassment and a shutter fell over them. 'I'm sorry, ' he said again, 'but I don't think... ' She took a deep breath and tried again.

'Mr. Lancer?'

'Luke.' These people are so informal, she thought. He went on. 'And you are... ?'

'Mary Xian, Mr. Lancer. The receptionist said you are an English teacher and that you might be able to help me.' He seemed to realize that he was almost naked.

'Mary, grab a chair while I get decent. I've just had a shower.' He indicated the other armchair, then moved to a wardrobe and selected some clothes, and disappeared into the bathroom. She looked round curiously, suddenly noticing that the bed was rumpled and the room heavy with the smell of sex, and blushed to the tips of her ears. She had risen and was about to leave when he emerged, wearing jeans and buttoning a shirt.

'Mary.' His voice was warm and rich. 'What can I do for you, and who are you, and where are you from, and why are you so nervous?' She found herself sitting down again and explaining everything, the words tumbling out of her, for once not feeling self-conscious. He listened intently until she ran down.

'Let me get this straight, ' he said. 'You're here representing your government, and you have to make a presentation on Wednesday to the External Trade Commissioner and his team, and for some reason you think your English is terrible and you're in a flat spin, I mean very worried, about it and want to hire me to go over it with you and make it better. Is that about right?' He smiled reassuringly, and she found herself smiling back.

'Exactly, Mr. Lancer. I have problems with some of the phrases here, and it's very important to me that I do well. Small Asian countries need trade agreements badly, and mine needs them more than most. Democracy is new to us, and people have to see that it's giving results: delivering, my teacher would have said, but here I think that means letters, or maybe babies. And I've got a PowerPoint presentation all ready, but I want to make it absolutely right. I'm nervous enough about speaking English, but when it's written down the mistakes are there for ever.' He looked pleased.

'Good point, Mary. Tell me, how on earth did you find out about me?'

'Oh, I'm staying here, and I asked the receptionist, the blonde girl, and she asked someone to translate what I said, and then she understood, and they talked for a bit and then she said that you lived here too and could probably help me best. She seemed quite amused. So I came up and ... I'm sorry Mr. Lancer, I didn't mean to disturb you, and you've been with a friend, and I... ' He looked round and seemed to notice the state of the room for the first time.

'Well, yes: it is a bit like the last days of Pompeii.' He stood. 'Come through to the classroom. It'll be far less embarrassing for me.' He picked up his glass and led the way through a connecting door and into the sort of room that she recognized. She sat at the table and he rummaged in a small fridge. 'Wine, beer, Coke, water, milk, juice... ?'

'Just water please.' Everyone is so tall, she thought. He must be at least a head taller than me, and I didn't think I was a small person till I came here. He poured water for her and refilled his wineglass, then sat down. He seemed to have come to a decision.

'It's not what I normally do, but it'll make a nice change. Are you free in the mornings?' A weight lifted from her shoulders.

'Oh yes. I attend the meetings that are relevant, but they're not very often, and I can't afford to go out much.' He glanced up.

'Ah. So how much were you planning to pay me for this work?' Her heart sank again.

'I don't know. When the pension is paid and I've bought food, I have about thirty euros a week left. I could give you that.' He stared at her. Their eyes really are round, she thought, and so big.

'Are you serious?' he said. She nodded, embarrassed.

'No oil, no gas, no minerals, and then there was the earthquake.' She felt tears welling up in her and forced them back into their box. 'If we can secure a trade agreement then we can export our skills. My government is training many people in the computer sector. We would like to be able to tell the U.N. that we need no more aid, thank you, and please leave us alone. But until then there is not a lot of foreign currency.' He was still slouched in his chair, looking at her hard, and he seemed to be listening to something she couldn't hear. She played her last card. 'Maybe I could pay in other ways, Mr. Lancer.' He jerked upright.

'What did you say?' His eyes were piercing her again and she lowered her head.

'I mean that maybe... ' Deep breath. 'Mr. Lancer, the women of my country are said to be skilled in the ways of pleasing men.' There, she'd said it, and she'd committed herself. He looked at her consideringly. She stood up and began to unbutton her blouse. 'I can show you if you like.' He flapped a hand at her.

'Sit down, Mary, for goodness' sake. I'll work for you, and I'll charge you one euro a day. Will that be alright?' Anger rose in her, hot and unexpected.

'That is not a very good joke.' She jumped to her feet. 'If you don't think I'm attractive then just say no politely. All you white people are the same. Arrogant and rich and, and... ' He looked shocked and embarrassed.

'Mary, please. I wasn't joking, and I'm sorry if it sounded like rejection, but I won't let you impoverish yourself, or prostitute yourself either. One euro a day, and we'll start tomorrow at nine-thirty. Bring the PowerPoint disc with you and don't be late. But you must call me Luke, or I'll deliberately put terrible mistakes in it and you'll be shamed beyond endurance.' He sat back again. 'And you're very attractive, and very tempting, but some white people have pride too.' Her anger disappeared and she sat down again, shaking like a leaf. Emotion overwhelmed her, and tears began to trickle down her cheeks. He looked flustered.

'Please, Mary, don't be upset. Come and rinse your face and we'll talk a little. I don't know anything about your country, or you, or what sort of presentation it's going to be.' He took her gently by the arm and his touch was the last straw. Her control disappeared and she began to cry, all the frustrations and casual hurts of the last few months flooding out of her. As her shoulders heaved, and her sobbing squeezed the breath from her body, she felt him lift her gently and take her back into the bedroom. He sat in the armchair and settled her in his lap, and she buried her face in his chest and howled.

As she got ready for bed she wondered what had happened. Somehow he'd soothed her, holding her gently as she lay panting after the storm of tears had passed. Her shame and embarrassment had evaporated as he told her gravely that a change of culture and diet often caused emotional distress, and he'd taken it for granted that she would let him take her to the best oriental restaurant that she knew. He'd listened to her explanations about the food, and her mother's cooking, and how she missed her home, and the utter loneliness she felt in this cold, wet country, and she blushed as she remembered giving in to the pent-up need to talk. She'd felt herself relaxing for the first time in months. She looked at herself in the mirror, frowning at her reflection, and hoped desperately that he wouldn't let her down. A small figure dressed in sensible cotton pajamas frowned back at her. On impulse she pulled the top over her head and then slipped the pants down till they puddled round her ankles. She examined herself again.

Four feet and nine inches of porcelain doll, with skin the color of old ivory; high, surprisingly full breasts, capped by small, jet-black nipples; a smudge of dark pubic hair, fine as silk, at the fork of her body; an almond shaped face with high cheekbones that seemed to press upwards, narrowing and elongating her eyes; raven hair cut short, feathered to frame her features. Her legs were good, she thought, slender and proportioned, and her ass was firm too. She struck a pose, canting her hips and lifting her breasts up with her hands, then relaxed. As she cleaned her teeth her thoughts strayed to how safe she'd felt when he was holding her, and the warm, alien smell of him, and how maybe he wasn't like the officials she'd talked to, cold and unhelpful except for their hot, hungry eyes, and how she wished she was a little bit taller.

E-MAILS

MAGDA TO ELENA

Hello boss,

It's going better than I'd hoped, and Angela says that the word is that we're punching above our weight. My report is attached. I'm sorry there's so much of it, but I can't summarize it more. I've never heard such long-winded people.

When you see Luke take your mouth off his cock long enough to thank him. If I'd been at a hotel I'd be dead of depression by now, but here, any friend of his is a friend of theirs. The cook is a bit like Annette, but not so noisy, and keeps telling me how Luke "changed this cold house into a happy home", (her exact phrase), and the housekeeper, Trudi is lovely too. Last weekend she took me with her to a spa where another friend works, and we talked for ages. It turns out that they're the people he went away with at Christmas, and we swapped notes on him, and technique, and experiences ... honestly, you'd have blushed to hear us. We talked about Uli too, and how he's the one who created her, virtually, and they're so happy for him and her, and don't seem to think that it'll change anything. (Trudi and Cook were unanimous that she'd been a complete disaster area till he arrived, and that Angela had been a complete bitch too).

Enough gossip. When you've read the attachments give me your comments ASAP, please. It's my turn to chair the sub-committee next week. (Glowing with pride)

Love to Anita and the rest, and to you of course,

Magda

LUKE TO ULI (EXTRACT) ... So that was that dealt with. I wished you'd been here to admire my killer technique with Belgian bureaucracy.

What else? Oh yes, I seem to have adopted a diplomatic orphan: Mary Xian, who's trying to get favored-nation status for her country. She's thirtyish, I suppose, but it's hard to tell: she looks about sixteen, and what on earth her government thinks she's going to accomplish here alone, God only knows. Poor little thing: she's about the size of a hamster, and homesick up to here, and hasn't got any money at all, but she just grits her teeth and keeps on shoveling shit against the tide. She appeared at my door wanting help with a presentation and burst into tears when the strain got too much for her, so I took her out for a meal and let her chatter about home. She's a nice innocent project for me, especially since the coven is busier than ever. Don't tell a soul, but it's quite nice to have a bit of peace and quiet, and Mary is ideal for that. I've been wondering if I could get her to give you some tips on how to treat a man. I only have to say I'm thirsty and five seconds later she's there with a tray of everything, begging to serve me. It's the sort of attitude I could get used to ... OK, then, it was only a thought.

Have you got a weekend in mind yet, sweetheart? I liked the idea of the Black Forest when you mentioned it. Sometime this month would be nice, or my wrist will swell up and be useless for anything...

MAGDA, TRUDI

'We're almost like twins, aren't we?' said Trudi, looking at their reflections in the mirror. Magda half-turned and inspected herself.

'You've got more up top than me, but apart from that... ' She bit Trudi's nipple gently. 'We've got the same sort of tastes too, except you like it a bit rougher sometimes. My friend Anita's like that.' She rolled over and looked at the ceiling. 'If you had any idea how nervous I was when my boss said Luke had arranged for me to stay here, you'd laugh for a week, and when I saw that car waiting at the airport I nearly died; and now here I am with the housekeeper's juices all over my face.'

'The housekeeper's a bit surprised too, ' said Trudi. 'It's almost like being with myself, and you know exactly what I want and how I want it. Luke's the connection: it's strange being with someone I don't know but who's his lover as well.'

The two were lying on the bed in the guest suite of the Fischer house in Vienna. The quilt was pushed to one side and the two bodies glowed against the sheets. A sheen of sweat highlighted the curves and valleys of flesh, and a plate of sandwiches and a bottle of wine stood on the coffee table. Magda stretched luxuriously and stroked Trudi's hip.

'It's so nice to come back to supper and a bit of affection. I thought it would just be me with my fingers. I didn't expect tongues as well.' Trudi snickered. Her fingers drifted over Magda's body and fluttered round her small conical breasts, and she smiled to herself as the dark nipples stiffened at her touch.

'I can sort of remember you doing your bit as well. If Luke was here as well everything would be just perfect. No offence, Magda, but I wish you had a cock. Tongues and fingers just aren't the same, and I'm not up for plastic dicks much. Once in a while for a joke, but I always feel such a fool. I taught Uli how to fuck with one though, when she was still a virgin. She wanted to be able to take Luke properly her first time. What was I going to say? Oh, I know: do you want to go out this weekend and see if we can find a nice stud to share? Inge would be up for it too.' Magda tried to hide her shock.