Betwixt Natasha

by E V Daymuir

  Barrie rolled Natasha’s beautiful body off the bed and walked towards the bathroom, paused by the door, looked over her shoulder and waggled her delicious rear. ‘Best you stay here and give me a good seeing to.’

  ‘I just have! But I doubt if you would recognise it!’ She didn’t meant to sound so waspish, but it was beginning to annoy her that he mistook quantity for quality. ‘Anyway, Duggie is expecting you there, so I’m stuck with taking your body along.’

  Framed in the doorway, her face looked thoughtful. Barrie was thinking, that made a change, he hadn’t made any attempt to help the situation they found themselves in as far as she could see, all he’d been interested in was indulging his fantasies. She decided to say nothing and wait to see what he came up with.

  ‘I’ll come along to make sure you do it right.’

  ‘Barrie, I’ve got no idea. I don’t know the rules of the game and I can’t catch. As soon as I join in the training, I’m bound to give the game away.’

  ‘That’s why you’re going to feign injury.’

  ‘How? What? When?’

  ‘When you jog over to the training ground. I’ll tell you how and what in the car, best put my kit on here and go in a track suit.

  As she turned the BMW into the car Rugby Club car park, Natasha could see that training was underway on the ground beyond the two pitches. Duggie was standing between the posts on the first pitch, talking to a tall guy in motor cycle leathers. He waved and beckoned them over. She asked who the other guy was, but Barrie didn’t know. Perhaps he was a new player; he had the build for it.

  Duggie seemed genuinely pleased to see the person he believed to be Natasha. ‘How nice to see you Natasha. Hardly ever see any of the girls on training nights.’

  Looking at one hairy rugby player at a time is quite enough for me thanks Duggie’

  Barrie was chuffed when Duggie and the stranger laughed at his joke, Natasha could gain quite a reputation if he stayed in her body long enough. Duggie introduced the stranger as Peter Bunford. Natasha extended Barrie’s hand and shook Peter Bunford’s. It was a strong hand, as big and strong as Barrie’s but being blond, not as apparently hairy. She decided to outsmart Barrie as he shook hands with Natasha. ‘There you are Tash, not all rugby players are hairy.’ Then to Peter Bunford. ‘Are you going to play for us then?’ Peter Bunford laughed.

  ‘Time was when I did, but that was a long time ago.’

  ‘Too long,’ said Duggie. ‘Peter stopped playing ten years ago, best flanker we ever had, until you came along Barrie. I think I’ve persuaded him to come back as coach.’

  ‘What a great idea. Can you let Barrie off training tonight; I’ve got some jobs for him to do.’ Barrie gave Peter one of Natasha’s beautiful smiles.

  Duggie laughed. ‘If I thought he’d do that, I wouldn’t have offered him the job.’

  ‘Hasn’t he taken it yet then?’ Barrie gave Natasha a crestfallen look. Natasha thought he was overacting like hell, but Duggie seemed to appreciate the performance.

  ‘I’m working on him Natasha, stay here and help while Barrie joins in the training.’

  Barrie took Duggie’s arm, as he had often seen Natasha do, Duggie liked that, he liked Natasha in a fatherly sort of way, which had always been good for Barrie. ‘Off you go then Barrie.’

  Natasha turned Barrie’s body towards the playing ground. ‘I know when I’m not wanted,’ she growled’ She took of at a gentle trot, determined not to reach the training ground before putting their plan into play. Now which leg was it, right or left? Definitely left – or was it right?

  They watched Barrie jog across the pitch.

  ‘He certainly looks the business,’ commented Peter Bunford. I’ve read the match reports in the Bugle, but I must confess, I’ve never seen him play.’

  ‘Very quick, just like you Peter, big, strong and fast. Here he goes.’

  Natasha timed the sprint well; all eyes were on Barrie Billingsgate, the fastest man in the club. She sprinted for no more than ten strides before pulling up holding the back of his right leg.

  ‘Damn!’ said Duggie. ‘His bloody ham string’s gone again!’

  ‘Oh dear,’ said Barrie, holding Natasha’s beautiful, slim hand over her lovely mouth in mock shock.

  Peter Bunford muttered, ‘silly sod,’ and set off at a trot towards the stricken rugby player.

  Duggie turned and showed his yellow teeth in a crooked smile. ‘Let’s hope it’s not serious my dear, but looking on the bright side, I do believe the Club has acquired a new coach.

  Barrie was naked on the bed when Natasha came into the bedroom carrying two glasses of Sancerre, their favourite tipple, he enjoyed displaying her body with one knee raised and slightly splayed.

  ‘Huh! You can forget that, I’ve got a pulled ham string, remember?’

  Barrie gave one of Natasha’s little giggles. ‘It’s not your hamstring I intend to pull.’

  Natasha placed a glass on Barrie’s bedside table, funny that; she was in his body, but still went to her side of the bed. She took a sip before putting her glass down. The wine was nicely chilled. She hesitated with his huge hands poised to undo the dressing gown cord. She could feel Barrie’s penis reacting and knew Barrie wanted to experience as much sex as possible in her body, what she didn’t know was the extent to which he had taken that desire throughout the day. Tomorrow morning they would probably wake-up in their own bodies, but just in case, she had decided to make love to her own body until Barrie could physically do it no more. That way, if she did happen to be in the same situation tomorrow, and it looked as if she would have to spend most of the day with Samantha Derby, she wouldn’t have the desire, or ability to shag, bonk her, or any other euphemism they might use. The upside to her plan was that should they change back, he wouldn’t either. She shrugged off the dressing gown and joined her own body on the bed.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

  Following her usual routine, Julie called Lucy on her mobile as she turned into Laburnham Grove. The phone was answered on the second ring, she wasn’t ready, and would she like to go up for a coffee? Julie was still feeling the excitement of the previous day and longed to be alone with her lover, was Lucy feeling the same? They couldn’t be long – there was work to be done. She parked the van at the back of Laburnham Court and as usual, took the service lift. Lucy was waiting she enveloped her in a warm embrace before taking her hand and pulling her gently towards the kitchen. ‘The coffee’s ready, we’ve got a lot to talk about.' Julie felt the delicious tingling between her legs, all the more because she now knew what it could lead too.

  When she arrived home the previous evening she was determined to tell Peter she was in love with someone else and their marriage was over, but he had gone to work early. Rebecca went out to see friends, almost as soon as she walked in the door, but she wouldn’t have told Becky anyway, there was no need for her to know, not yet. She had watched her cross the road and catch the bus to Hamsworth, then she thought of Lucy and the tingling started between her thighs. She ran up stairs to the bedroom and stood in front of the full length mirror. What did a beautiful woman like Lucy see in her? She turned sideways, true, she was trim and she had good breasts. She cupped them in her hands and she gently stroked the nipples as Lucy had done. If she closed her eyes she could imagine it was Lucy touching her. She unbuttoned her blouse so that she could continue with only one layer of fabric between fingers and bare flesh. Groaning with pleasure she moved her right hand down to unbutton the top of her cord jeans and continue the voyage of self discovery. It was Lucy’s hand sliding down into her panties. Her first finger found and pulled back the top of her labia and the long second finger expertly wrapped around the base of her clitoris, avoiding the oversensitive part which could hurt. She had learnt quickly, but Lucy would not want to see her standing in front of the mirror fully dressed. She had to admire her own body and especially her vagina. It was alright for Lucy with her posh accent, but she still experienced difficulty saying the word
cunt. She stripped off and resumed her pose, closed her eyes and pictured Lucy. Lucy wouldn’t want that, she was supposed to watch as she gave herself pleasure, but it was better this way. With her eyes closed she could imagine it was not her hand but Lucy’s delicious mouth which was responsible for a wonderful orgasm.

  ‘Black or white? The question snapped her back to reality.

  ‘White please, no sugar.’ Lucy smiled at her and she smiled back. She was beginning to feel nervous, what was there to talk about? Was she going to suggest they live together? Please let it be that – please. Lucy handed her the mug of coffee.

  ‘Let’s go to the dining room, I’ve got everything we need to discuss laid out there.’ Julie followed and only then, as she fixed her eyes on Lucy’s wonderful bottom, did she notice the tight fitting, feint pinstripe skirt from one of the business suits she so much admired. Surely she wasn’t going to clean the Travel Plan office in that? As if reading her thoughts, Lucy stopped by the dining room door to let her go first. ‘No cleaning today, Ju, I’ve left some space for us at the end of the table.’ Julie walked past the neat piles of papers which she had seen the previous afternoon, what was this all about? She waited pensively behind one of two chairs, almost facing each other on the elliptical end of the table. Lucy put her mug of coffee on a coaster, pulled out her chair and sat down; Julie followed her lead, taking a sip of coffee when Lucy sipped hers. They looked at each other over steaming coffee mugs. Lucy broke the spell by reaching for a pile of papers.

  ‘Sorry if this all seems a bit formal Julie, but I think we both know what would happen if we had this discussion on my bed.’ Julie smiled and nodded, she wanted to tell her she masturbated whilst thinking of her last night, but thought better of it. Lucy was obviously making a big effort to be businesslike so she asked the obvious question. ‘Why no cleaning today?’

  ‘I should have told you yesterday, but we were so happy I didn’t want to break the spell.’ Lucy couldn’t very well say they ran out of time because a client had unexpectedly asked for an appointment and she didn’t like to refuse Sir Ken Allerby because he was instrumental in winning the Travel Plan contract. She always repaid favours, not that he was over demanding. It was no great sweat to let him masturbate whilst watching her use a vibrator. Other times he would want her to push a dildo up his anus; she had a long, slim, strap-on, reserved exclusively for him. He was easy to please although not very satisfying from her point of view. She took an envelope from the top of the pile of papers closest to her and slid it across to Julie. ‘The fact is, we have sold Pro-Clean and got a good price for it. There’s a cheque in there for you. Hope you’ll agree that it’s all been worthwhile.’

  Julie was stunned by the news; it was not what she had expected. Pro-Clean would have kept her close to her lover. Without it, where would their relationship go? A dark cloud of anger elbowed her usual calm, reasoned nature aside. She felt deceived. She felt used. She felt soiled.

  ‘I thought we were partners?’

  ‘We are.’

  ‘Why didn’t you discuss it with me then?’ More thoughts formed into words and the dark cloud of disappointment burst in an outpouring of anger and disillusion. ‘ProClean is a good business; we’ve just had the Travel Plan contract extended. I thought we were going to use that as a springboard to other contracts and employ a team of cleaners? Why have you done this? What do you think gives you the right to trample over my feelings in this way? You have used me to get what you wanted to satisfy your greed and lust.’

  Lucy put a calming hand over Julie’s, but Julie snatched her hand away.

  ‘How could you do it Lucy? How could you?’ She ran out of breath and the last word ended in a high pitched squeak. Lucy slapped the table with the palm of her rejected hand and snapped back at her. ‘Calm down Julie and listen! Listen to what I have to say.’

  Shocked by the sever tone coming from the woman she had been on such intimate terms with the previous evening, Julie stifled a sob and sat up straight. Lucy looked at her kindly and spoke softly.

  ‘We have other things to do you and I Julie. I don’t want my lover spending her days cleaning; I want you to help me run my other business interests – as a partner.’ Lucy got to her feet, moved behind the first stack of papers and folders, placed a hand on it and waved her other hand to encompass the other neat piles. ‘Each pile of papers relates to a business I either own outright, or have a substantial interest in.’ She touched the first pile of folders. ‘This is my Property Portfolio. I’ve got over thirty properties, including this one and whilst that gives me a good rent book I need to keep on top of decorating, and repairs – that sort of thing.’ She moved to the next pile. ‘Over the years, as a spin-off from my properties, I’ve acquired a substantial financial interest in a well known firm of Estate Agents. Then, because I had difficulty in obtaining the security I needed for my properties, I bought and developed a security business. A retired police officer runs that for me.’ Moving towards the other end of the table she picked up and waved a folder enthusiastically at Julie. ‘You’ll love visiting this one, an antiques shop in Chelsea, a fantastic business. It’s managed by an old school friend of mine, you‘ll like her.’ She moved on. ‘I have a substantial interest in a small chain of exclusive cosmetic shops. Another spin-off, from my property interests, is this specialist kitchen and bedroom fitting company.’ She touched the next pile briefly. ‘This is my website,’ and moved quickly to the last two folders. ‘This is Top Choice Dynamic, my travel company and finally, until yesterday, Pro-Clean, our little cleaning company.’ She arrived behind Julie and gently stroked her hair. Catlike, Julie moved her head in appreciation. Lucy carried on stroking as she whispered softly in her ear. ‘All my businesses are growing Julie and it’s becoming increasingly difficult to keep track of what’s going on. I need someone I can trust to help me and that someone is you.’

  Julie reached up for Lucy‘s hand. ‘Sorry,’ she whispered, ‘it’s just that yesterday seemed too good to be true. I guess I was half expecting something to go wrong.’

  ‘I understand, but it hasn’t. So let me tell you precisely what I’m offering, so there can be no doubts’ Lucy gave her hand an affectionate squeeze before returning to her chair. ‘It’s a very complex situation Julie, I’m going to tell you everything and when I have, you may not wish to remain close to me. I hope that will not be the case, because I love you very much, but you must know what you are getting into.’

  ‘I’ll always want to be close to you.’

  Lucy returned her smile. ‘Let’s see, shall we?’ Julie gave a silent nod of assent. Lucy reached across and took the envelope back. ‘That was very thoughtless of me, it’s not money that motivates you and I like that. I wish I could be more like you, but I can’t. I’m driven by two things, money and sex. Most of the time they go together, or they certainly did in the early days, but I’ll come to that later. First, let me tell you about Pro-Clean. I set up our cleaning company for two reasons. One because I didn’t want to see you go off, do something else and lose contact with you.’

  Julie flashed her a grateful smile. Lucy returned the smile and continued.

  ‘The second and you must believe me, nowhere near as compelling a reason as the first, despite what I’ve said about being motivated by money, was to get close to Travel Plan and gain some information on their dynamic travel business.’

  Julie was wondering what dynamic travel was all about. She was a bit shocked about the industrial espionage, but delighted to think Lucy didn’t want to lose her. ‘It’s probably just as well I didn’t know about your spying. What is dynamic travel?’

  Lucy smiled, she was thankful that Julie had calmed down, but there was the biggest hurdle still to overcome. How was she going to react when she found out where the money for all her ventures came from? One thing at a time though, first she had to convince her that selling Pro-Clean had been the right thing to do.

  ‘Travel Plan have a new division called Travel Plan Dyn
amic. Basically, what they do is identify the people who have outgrown, or wouldn’t be seen dead on a package holiday and, for a fee, offer to put an individual dream holiday package together for them. It’s a fast growing area in travel and one I identified as offering great profit potential for my flagging travel business, especially if I could get hold of Travel Plan Dynamic’s customer data base.’

  ‘Isn’t that illegal?’

  ‘It would be if they could prove anything, but it will probably be some weeks before they realise they’re losing business and even longer, if ever, before they trace that loss to a cleaning lady. As far as I’m concerned they shouldn’t leave stuff lying around.’

  ‘You mean you just picked up lists of customer names and walked off with them?’

  ‘Not exactly, I had to hack into their computer system.’ She was tempted to tell her about the unwitting help she received from the sales director, but thought better of it. Perhaps later when they knew each other better and Julie appreciated and understood her sexual appetite. She simply told her they had all the information they needed for Top Choice Dynamic which had already generated an incredible level of new business. She owned fifty one percent of Top Choice Dynamic, her sister, Helen, who ran the business on a day to day basis, owned the remainder.

  ‘So what do you say Julie? You’ve lost Pro-Clean, but you have an equal share in my interest in Top Choice Dynamic and all my other businesses. Julie was excited at the prospect, not so much by the money as being tied closely to the woman she loved but it was all too much too soon. She voiced her doubts.

  ‘But why Lucy? Why would you give me half share in all your businesses? It doesn’t make sense.’

  ‘It does to me Julie. As things stand, if I should die, everything I own will go my family and believe me, they don’t need it – or deserve it. Sounds harsh I know, but, apart from my sister Helen, no one has spoken to me for years.’