by E V Daymuir
‘I think we ought to measure it, don’t you?’
He looked down at his shrinking member as she jumped back on the bed.
‘I’m not sure this is a good time.’
She knelt over him, patted his penis dry with a tissue and crooked a finger under the shrunken head. It began to move in the right direction. It never took much for him to achieve an erection.
‘Good boy!’ She placed both hands around the base of his penis and waggled it from side to side. ‘Would it be stiff if I wanted you to make love to me?’
The thought sent more blood to his penis and she went to work with the tape measure, putting her thumb nail on the mark.
‘It‘s there already – and still growing.’
‘It should a couple of inches more than that.’ He knew it sounded peevish, but he was very proud of those extra inches.
‘You have measured it before then?’ She giggled, gave it another couple of waggles and measured again.
‘We only deal in metric at DebTash, but you are right, it’s still growing.’ She caressed the head and waited patiently, not wishing to disappoint him.
‘Yes, here we are – is that it?’ She held the tape so he could see her thumb nail on the mark.
He grunted his approval. ‘Yup, that’s about the size of it. Now, can we make love?’
She shook her head.
‘As much as I want to, we must wait.’
And wait she did. He tried every trick in the book to breakdown her resistance, but nothing worked and they never made love in the true physical sense until they married in the April. Natasha was not one to change her mind, when she said no – she meant no, but now he was in her body, he intended to say yes – mean yes – and say it as often as possible.
CHAPTER SIX.
Natasha found the BMW easier to drive than she had imagined. The next hurdle was to convince Barrie’s colleagues at Travel Plan that nothing untoward had happened. It would surely never occur to them that she was in his body, but, unless she was careful, they might think he was no longer up to the job. It had all seemed fairly straight forward discussing it over breakfast, but now she was weighed down by all the negatives. There was so much she did not know, so much she would never know. She was stupid to think she could carry this off without making some dreadful mistake. Barrie was definitely going to have an easier time of it. He knew Debbie quite well and as she had never met the buyer from Naughty but Nice, he would be in the same position as her in that respect. The only danger as far as she could see, would be if he hammed up the modelling to the point where it was obviously out of character. But even then, what would Debbie think? The idea of Barrie being in her body would never occur. She might think she was acting silly, which she had to admit she did at times, so there would be no real harm done. Whereas for her, taking Barrie’s place in a board meeting, was fraught with danger; the repercussions for Barrie could be catastrophic. At least she knew who the directors were, but there must be dozens of people in Travel Plan who Barrie would normally pass the time of day with, but she did not have a clue. If only she had asked more questions.
Approaching Hamsworth Tower in a stream of slow moving traffic, other problems surfaced. Where did he park? Which entrance into the building did he use? Where was his office? She knew it was on the top floor, but having been there only the once, she doubted she would remember which direction to go from the lift. There were so many things she should have quizzed Barrie on, but it was too late, unless she could speak to him on her mobile phone.
As she turned into the car park a security guard stepped in front of the car, signalling her to stop. As he walked round to the drivers’ door she fumbled for the right button to lower the window. Should she know him? She gave him one of Barrie’s a broad smiles as the window slid silently down.
‘Lovely morning.’
He returned the smile. ‘It is that, Mr Billingsgate. Mr Lummox has asked me to shuffle the parking spaces around for the board meeting. If you could park in the first visitors’ spot, Sir Ken will use your space’.
‘No problem.’ Natasha nodded and smiled, but where was the first visitors’ spot? To her immense relief the security guard pointed and stopped the flow of cars pouring into the car park to allow her to turn right into the appropriate space. As she opened the door he called out.
‘Don’t forget your window, Mr Billingsgate.’
Natasha nodded and waved her thanks. She turned the ignition back on, closed the window and double checked everything before getting out of the car and taking Barrie's’ black leather laptop case from the back seat. She paused to take her bearings. A snake of office workers headed towards the back entrance of Hamsworth Tower, but as Travel Plan occupied only four of the fifteen floors, the majority of them would not work for Travel Plan. It would be best to keep Barrie’s head down and avoid eye contact with anyone. She got back into the car and searched for something to read. The glove compartment offered several options and she chose the SatNav instruction guide, on the basis that she would like to know how it worked anyway. After locking the car, she sidled over to join the throng, pretending to be engrossed in the guide.
‘Good morning Barrie.’
She turned to see Penny Betts striding towards her. She had met Penny, a tall leggy redhead several times. She and Barrie had been an item, but their relationship had ended well before she came on the scene. Penny was PA to Duggie Lummox. She often joked about her time with Barrie in a way which never made her seem a threat. They remained good friends and she often gave him little titbits of information to help him stay ahead of ‘the game‘, as he referred to the office politics at Travel Plan. She couldn’t remember if he referred to her as Penny or Pen. She decided to be non-committal.
‘Hi, lovely morning.’
Penny caught up with the person she thought was her ex-lover, fell into step and gently squeezed his elbow. Natasha wanted to pull away, but that would be a bad idea. Penny leant her head on Barrie’s shoulder and whispered in his ear.
‘It would be a lovely morning – if only I’d had a half decent shag last night. Come on, if we move fast we can get the lift to ourselves.’
She took hold of Barrie’s hand and led Natasha through the entrance, towards the lifts. People were crowding into those that were open, or queuing by closed doors waiting for others to return. The express lift, which only served the fifteenth floor was open and empty. Penny hit the button as she dragged Barrie in. The doors closed, the lift started and so did Penny. She put her hand bag down on the floor with one hand, whilst the other moved directly onto Barrie’s penis.
‘I need you to give me a good shag, Barrie.’
Natasha was horrified, not so much by the thought that her husband could be unfaithful, but by the directness of it all. How should she respond? How would Barrie respond? She knew Penny had a funny sense of humour, so she acted as she thought Barrie might, by treating it as a joke.
‘You know I can’t do that, I’m a married man.’
Unfortunately, before she had finished the sentence, Barrie’s penis began to stir. Penny expertly manoeuvred it so that unfettered by underpants it lay at an angle towards his right hip, allowing it to achieve a full erection. Natasha inwardly groaned and looked at the lift indicator which showed they were passing the fifth floor. Penny put both arms around her and rubbed against Barrie’s swollen penis.
‘You know it never means anything Barrie, it’s only a shag and I’m really desperate for one. Come on, help an old friend out.’
Natasha tried to pull away, but somehow, that dreadful thing between her legs – Barrie’s legs – would not let her. Seventh floor! She groaned inwardly. This express lift seemed to be taking an eternity and if Penny did not stop rubbing against her she was in danger of ejaculating and ruining Barrie’s best summer suit. In desperation she played for time.
‘Look Penny, I can hardly shag you right here in the lift, can I?’
‘We could nip down to the stationery cupboard on th
e fourteenth floor for a quickie.’
‘I can’t Penny, there’s the board meeting to prepare for.’
Penny pulled away and put her hands to her face in mock horror. ‘Oh god! I forgot about that.’ Her green eyes danced with amusement. ‘Duggie will be panicking – but, he’ll just have to wait.’ The lift arrived at the fifteenth floor and she laughed as she picked up her handbag and gave it a pat. ‘I have to take my silent running little friend along to the ladies and that will take at least five minutes.’ She winked at the person she though was Barrie and gave the end of his penis a gentle squeeze, ‘I’d do something about that too, if I was you.’
The doors opened and with a toss of her head, she strode out, taking a sharp left towards the toilets.
Natasha emerged from the lift with caution. Where was Barrie’s office? She half remembered. The long corridor in front of her led to Duggie’s office and she was pretty sure Barrie’s was on the left, before that. With the laptop case held at a strategic angle she fled along the corridor and lurched thankfully into the safety of his office.
On the other side of town, Barrie parked Natasha’s Mazda neatly outside 27 Back Street. It had always amazed him how Debbie and Natasha had managed to build a successful business from a rented Victorian terraced house. The small brass plate, screwed on the wall by the front door, was the only indication that DebTash traded there. He was about to ring the bell when he remembered the key. Natasha had told him she let herself in with the Yale key on her key ring, but always called out, to save any possible embarrassment. That comment had Barrie’s mind working overtime, had she arrived before and discovered Debbie and Helen having a lesbian romp? He tried to question her about that, but Natasha was intent on giving him a proper briefing. He unlocked the door and called out as directed, but not too loudly. ‘Hi, Debs, it’s only me!’ He closed the door, chuckling to himself and metaphorically rubbing Natasha’s hands together at the prospect of witnessing some first hand lesbian action. But he was to be disappointed. As he arrived on the first floor landing, Debbie’s bedroom door opened and she looked out, commenting on her early arrival. Barrie told her he could hardly wait for the presentation, which was true. He also told her he wanted to look at simplifying the French underwear designs, to make it easier for outwork production. Debbie fully opened the door to reveal that all she had on was a very brief pair of knickers. Barrie tried hard not to stare, he did not want her thinking Natasha was changing orientation. On the other hand, Debbie really was very tasty; he quickly noted the brown pubic hair struggling out from retaining elastic, before focussing determinedly on her rather square face, framed by what he now knew was dyed blonde hair. He looked past her into the bedroom and remembered Natasha saying she had not seen Helen for some time.
‘How’s Helen, haven’t seen her recently.’
Debbie turned and walked into her bedroom, signalling the person she thought was Natasha to follow. Barrie needed no second bidding.
‘We’ve split up,’ she said, reaching into the bathroom to take a robe from behind the door. ‘I could see it coming; we didn’t have much in common, apart from enjoying the same sex toys.’
The robe was made from very fine organza and Barrie could still see everything. She really was very attractive, very feminine and very tasty. What she really needed was a bloke who could give her a good seeing to – cure her for ever.
Debbie sighed. ‘These things happen Tash. Anyway, back to business. I’m really glad you’ve changed your mind about the French underwear.’
‘Tried them on this morning,’ lied Barrie, ‘they look and feel great.’
‘Everything looks great on you.’
Was there a trace of envy there? Or was it a lesbian come on?
‘I’ll need to put a warm iron over them before the presentation.’
‘Did the chemise arrive?’
‘Yes, got it here.’ Barrie held out the package, not knowing quite where to look as Debbie stretched forward to take it. Looking into her eyes, might give her the wrong idea so he focused on the package, which fortunately, only partially covered her tits. As Debbie shook out the chemise, he talked through the finer points, as briefed by Natasha. It had turned out as expected. The finish was excellent, but perhaps the rose motif could be a little lower? Debbie thought she would have to see it on to make a proper decision, but asked her to hold it against herself, to give her some idea. He followed Debbie’s directions as she stepped back to make her judgement. ‘I think you’re right, it could be a tad lower, but I don’t think we need to alter it for the presentation. Will you be wearing a bra?’
Barrie pondered on the question. Natasha had told him to keep on the underwear she had laid out for him; on the other hand, she had also told him to take Debbie’s advice. ‘I had intended to wear the same bra and pants under the chemise and slips, but what do you think?’
Debbie smiled a secretive little smile. ‘Knowing Davina Maypole’s reputation, I’m sure she would rather see them hanging free beneath the chemise.’
‘My breasts don’t hang,’ said Barrie, rather aggressively and definitely out of character for Natasha. Debbie laughed, she didn’t seem to notice.
‘Of course they don’t Tash, you have pert little tits.’ Barrie laughed with her, although he had never thought of Natasha’s tits as being particularly small. He glanced down at Debbie’s breasts, it seemed an ideal excuse.
‘Well we can’t all have big tits like yours.’
Debbie obliged by opening the see through robe and cupping her breasts. ‘Aha, I always knew you envied them; I’m very proud of my tits, there’s nothing droopy about these.’ She turned side on and took her hands away. The breasts dropped no more than a centimetre and held firm. Had she had a boob job? Barrie wondered if she would mind if Natasha touched them. Should he ask?
A mobile phone rang, probably a good thing. It was the theme from the ‘A Team’. His own mobile ringing in Natasha’s handbag.
‘New phone?’ asked Debbie, hands back on her breasts, caressing them as Barrie would love to. He fumbled in the handbag and fished out the mobile.
‘It’s Barrie’s, I must have picked up the wrong phone this morning.’ He looked at the screen. ‘It’s Natasha. No – it’s Barrie – on my phone.’
Debbie carried on fondling her breasts. ‘Well, you’d better answer it. Stick the kettle on when you’ve finished.’
She went into the bathroom and closed the door. Barrie stepped out onto the landing.
‘Hi Tash.’
‘No, you’re Tash, get it right Barrie. How are things going?
‘Fine, no problems, I was having a chat with Debbie when you called.’ Barrie though it best not to mention that he’d been admiring her breasts, or that Helen had left and Debbie told him that the only thing they had in common was a preference for the same sex toys.
‘Well, I’m pleased everything’s going fine for you, I can sum up my morning to date in three words. Penny, Betts and Shag.’
‘Oh.’ Barrie had not expected the shit to hit the fan quite so quickly.
‘Oh. Is that all you can say. How about an explanation?’
There was a long pause while Barrie desperately tried to think of one. ‘Er, it’s not what it seems, Tash. I’ve been helping out an old friend.’
It was his voice that spoke on the other end of the line, but the intonation was pure Natasha. ‘You’ve been shagging an old friend?’
‘Ah, yes, but that was how she needed help.’
‘Well, she wants helping out again, so am I supposed to shag her?’
‘It is very complicated Tash. I mean, it doesn’t mean anything, we finished way before I met you.’
‘But you’re still shagging her?’
‘Only to help out.’ There was a snort from the other end of the line, then silence; he stumbled on. ‘The fact is, she lets me in on lots of inside information, without it I’d be a goner. If she wants a shag, I’d give her one – if I was you.’
‘I know
you would, but how about me? If I give her one, as you so crudely put it, I’ll be complicit in your cheating on me.’
‘It’s not cheating Tash, it’s, it’s…’
‘Barrie, we will have this out this evening, I have a lot to catch up on before the board meeting. I think, or rather, I hope, I’ve managed to put Penny off, but is there anyone else you have been – doing a favour to?’
The line went silent again.
‘I take it there is someone else?’
Barrie though for a couple of seconds, then decided he might as well come clean, she was bound to find out anyway. ‘Yes, there’s Sam.’
‘Shit! Now you’re telling me you have a homosexual relationship on the go?’
‘No – it’s Sam – Samantha Derby. My main telesales girl in Travel Plan Dynamic.’
‘So I’m supposed to feel happy that your not shoving your thing up some blokes arse, but up some tarts cunt.’ Barrie was shocked; he had never heard Natasha use such language before.
‘Are you angry with me Tash?’
‘Too fucking right – I’m livid! Now get off my line and out of my life!’
The phone went dead. Shit! All his little indiscretions had come home to roost in one go. Well, apart from the steamy session with that cleaner, but there was no way she could ever find out about that one. He put the mobile phone back into Natasha’s bag. Strange really, he’d never felt as if he was cheating on her, he always had a little bit on the side during other relationships, it never meant anything, he still loved the main person. But now the guilt was striking home and if they ever swapped back, he could see Natasha walking out on their marriage. He looked at the chemise he’d been holding whilst talking to Natasha, it was crushed and badly creased. Testament to his guilty conscience? Perhaps he would feel better if he ran an iron over that and the French knickers. He pushed the switch down on the kettle and after carefully checking to make sure the iron was on a cool setting, switched on at the plug.
Natasha slammed down the phone. She was furious. Sam this Sam that. Oh, by the way, I had lunch with Sam today. It never crossed her mind that Sam could be a woman, no wonder Barrie had warned her off going down to the telesales floor. She could almost forgive him for Penny Betts, after all, she was an old girlfriend and it was in Barrie’s nature to help people out, although shagging was a step too far, but, going out with someone new? That was unforgivable. Seething with injured pride and resentment, she grabbed the pile of papers from Barrie’s in-tray and angrily began to read. What happened to the paperless office? Was there anything that needed immediate action? She was immersed in the papers when there was a tap on the door and Penny Betts walked in with a green cardboard folder. Barrie’s penis twitched as she closed the door behind her. Natasha worried that it would not let her say no, but thankfully, the visit turned out to be strictly business.