Betwixt Natasha

by E V Daymuir

  ‘Come on! All of it! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!’

  She was pushing back against him, one moment with her face pressed against the table, the next looking round, shouting and urging him on. Her face was a picture of wanton lust and triumph as they both reached a noisy climax. Then as he withdrew, she turned, grabbed him by the testicles and proceeded to lick the head of his enormous penis. Dudley Wink was fast going off Natasha Billingsgate, but that would not stop him downloading the movie clip onto his computer for full screen viewing.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Samantha Derby was walking across the car park as Duggie Lummox drove into his parking space. She quickened her pace; she didn’t care much for Duggie. He had never said or proposed anything untoward, but with his yellow teeth and furtive glances down her cleavage, she felt uncomfortable around him. Yes, she felt sorry that his wife had died from cancer, but that was years ago and his problem. The lift indicators in the lobby showed all lifts, apart from the express lift to the fifteenth, sitting at different floors in the building. She hit the call button several times. Nothing moved. She heard Duggie coming into the lobby and looked up at the indicators, pretending to be absorbed and not knowing he was there.

  ‘Good morning Sam. Lifts are always busy with cleaners at this time of the morning. Share mine and walk down a floor.’

  Samantha’s heart sank. She turned and forced a smile. ‘Sure you don’t mind?’

  Duggie gave her a yellow smile, his eyes wandered down to her cleavage. ‘Course not, come on.’ He held the door and Samantha hit the up button as she entered the lift. What would it take 30 seconds – forty seconds? Some polite conversation might help.

  ‘Lovely morning.’

  Duggie shifted his eyes to hers. ‘Yes indeed, what brings you in so early?’

  Relieved that he had taken a position on the other side of the lift, she relaxed. ‘I'm checking on a few things for Barrie Billingsgate.’

  Duggie nodded. ‘Ah yes, the mysterious drop in sales at Dynamic, any ideas?’

  ‘Yes I’ve got some, that’s why I came in early to check them out on my computer.’

  The lift arrived at the fifteenth floor. Duggie held the door open for Sam and rested his hand on her shoulder as he walked out with her. Resisted the temptation to pull away, she turned her head and managed a weak smile. He smiled back and patted her shoulder in a fatherly way. ‘You’re a very bright girl, Sam, we’re fortunate to have someone of your calibre working in Dynamic. I know you’ll help Barrie sort out the problem.’ With that he strode off down the corridor. A seedy looking man, but now she knew that his only interest in her was work. Barrie had always said Duggie was a good sort? How could she have got him so wrong?

  Duggie Lummox went into the small room behind his secretary’s desk and switched on the kettle. As he waited for it to boil, he stood over the desk and flicked through the files in the in-tray. Nothing of importance outstanding. A good worker was Penny. Drove him crazy with her long sexy legs and red hair – and she knew it, but he had a policy of never mixing business with pleasure and she knew that too. The kettle, with only enough water in it for one mug, boiled quickly; a good example of how she organised things for him. He liked thoughtful touches like that, she was a great secretary – best he’d ever had. He made the coffee black and carried the mug into his office.

  The two files he had instructed Penny to get from Pauline Sykes were on his desk, as he knew they would be. He took a sip of coffee before picking up both files. The file on ‘Sally Barnard’ was bulky compared with the one marked ‘Samantha Derby. He decided to read the bulky one first.

  *****

  With legs spread wide, Julie Bunford lay on her back, looking up at the ceiling mirror and touching herself. It felt delicious and because her lover had told her she looked delicious, she was beginning to believe it. What a wonderful start to the day, no cleaning to do and no worries, apart from having to tell Peter she would be moving out. Would it be best for him to keep the house, as somewhere for Becky to come home to, or should they sell, and both make a fresh start? She thought about telling Becky, during the drive to Nottingham, but decided it wasn‘t such a good idea, she was looking forward to university, no point in spoiling the moment. She concentrated the small circular movements around the base of her clitoris. It was getting close now. She had brought Lucy to three fantastic orgasms, Lucy’s words not hers, but, not surprisingly as she had three the previous day, it didn’t quite happen for her. She wasn’t worried, giving pleasure to Lucy was enough, but Lucy had other ideas. She ordered her to bring herself to orgasm, or frig herself to oblivion as she so colourfully put it, while she took a shower. It was really close now, she hit the right spot with her middle finger and thought of cleaning brass. Polishing! Polishing! God – she was coming! She shouted for her lover and watched herself writhe on the bed which only served to intensify the orgasm. A movement in one of the mirrors caught her attention, it was Lucy, standing by the door, wrapped in a towel, nodding her approval and smiling.

  ‘Well done darling. That's what your cunt is for – unfettered pleasure. Which reminds me, we have time to discuss your new responsibilities before you drive Rebecca to Nottingham – do you understand CAD?’

  Julie’s fingers were still trembling as she continued to stroke herself. She pondered the question, as she soothed her aching vagina. ‘I believe it stands for computer aided design, but I’ve never used it.’

  Lucy dropped the towel and joined her on the bed. She placed hand on top of Julie’s and moved it up and down. ‘You can forget computer aided design darling, as far as you are concerned, CAD stands for Cunt Awareness Day.’ She applied some pressure – enough to make Julie moan. ‘You must take a roll of surgical tape with you. I’ll tell you how to use it, and incidentally, I thought you might like to give Rebecca a treat and drive our Merc.’

  ‘Our Merc?’

  ‘Of course; it’s my business car and as from today, you own half the business, so it is our Merc.’

  ‘I’m not sure I could drive it.’

  ‘If you can drive our old van, you can drive anything, so don’t worry.’ She feigned loss of memory. ‘I’ve put the keys somewhere or other; do you think you could help me find them?’

  Julie smiled; she had a very good idea where they might be.

  At Holly Cottage, Barrie and Natasha were arguing over what Natasha’s body should wear for the day. Natasha had laid the skirt and blouse she considered appropriate, on the bed. Barrie was rifling though the wardrobe, looking for something more suitable. Yes, he knew Natasha wouldn’t wear the same dress two days running, but didn’t she have another one with buttons down the front? He was deviously thinking ahead, leaving all the buttons undone, following a trip to the bathroom could be a good way of getting a threesome going. He was already wearing her flimsiest, sexiest underwear. Natasha was losing patience. She tried to handle the skirt and blouse delicately as she picked them up off the bed with his big hands.

  ‘Barrie, this is what I would ordinarily wear for work. Yesterday was an unusual day because of the presentation to Davina Maypole and I chose that particular dress to make life easier for you, but you can’t wear it two days running and that’s final.’

  ‘How about this frock then?’ He held a black dress in front of her body.

  ‘That’s for evening wear.’ She was getting really cross, why wouldn’t he take her advice. She lifted her own body out of the way, which was easy with Barrie’s strength, and looked along the rail in the wardrobe. She found a cotton dress in a floral pattern which buttoned up the front, It was a summer dress and they were well into September – but what the hell. ‘There – wear that! And while I think of it, we’d better swap mobiles.’

  Barrie took the dress, held it against her body and looked in the full length mirror. ‘Yes – I think that’s more me,’ he said with a smirk. He took his mobile from her handbag and tossed it onto the bed, took her mobile from the dressing table, where it had been on charge an
d thrust it into the handbag. ‘Oh, and don’t forget you’ve damaged your hamstring. It’ll help you remember to limp if you wear a thigh support, don’t put my trousers on – I’ll get you one.’ He slipped into the dress and without fastening the buttons, ran down to the garage to rummage through his sports holdall.

  When he returned, Natasha was struggling with his tie. She still found it difficult to use his large fingers.

  ‘All fingers and thumbs again?’ Barrie adopted a provocative pose holding a thigh support, which looked as if it could do with a good wash, delicately between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand. The left hand was on her hip, inside the dress, which was wide open. Natasha took the support in Barrie’s hand and sniffed; the strong smell of embrocation, mixed with stale sweat, made her gag.

  ‘Ughh, that’s dreadful. You don’t expect me to wear that?’

  ‘Course I do. Come on, give it here.’ Natasha watched as her hand snatched the thigh support and took it into the bathroom. Then, posing in the doorway, he sprayed it with his Lacoste aftershave, before holding it up and sniffing it.

  ‘There you are nothing wrong with that.’

  Natasha propelled his body across the bedroom and snatched it back.

  ‘It could still do with a good wash – and for heavens sake Barrie, stop posing and button up that dress.’

  Barrie tilted her head back and struck a different pose with legs astride – hands on hips. ‘I’m going to miss not modelling underwear today.’

  Natasha snorted as she pulled the support over Barrie’s thigh. ‘I’m surprised Davina Maypole bought anything at all if you hammed it up like that all the time.’

  ‘She was very impressed Tash. Simply adored your bottom.’ He turned and pulled the dress aside to expose a buttock.

  Natasha was about to answer when her phone rang. They both made a dive for the handbag; Barrie got there first.

  ‘Hello. Natasha speaking.’ He poked her tongue out at her – then almost jumped to attention. ‘Er – Gwen – how nice to hear from you. How are you?’ He repeated what she was saying for Natasha’s benefit. ‘You want another medical corset? You’re coming to Hamsworth today? No, that’s not a problem, drop in about eleven and join us for a cup of coffee.’

  Natasha waved Barrie’s hands at him and mouthed the word tea, reinforcing it by making a ‘T’ signal with his hands. Barrie was quick to catch on.

  ‘Or, better still, I’ll make us a nice pot of tea. Look forward to seeing you then – bye.’ Barrie switched off the mobile, threw it on the bed.

  ‘What do I do Tash? I haven’t a clue.

  ‘Well, you can’t ask Debbie to help, that’s for sure, she would soon know something was wrong. I’m afraid there’s nothing else for it, you’ll have to take Gwen into the fitting room, help her take all her clothes off, including her corset, and take new measurements.’ She laughed at the look on her own face and added. ‘You’re about to find out that life at DebTash is more than sexy underwear.’

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.

  Penny Betts was getting really angry, or pissed-off as she preferred to call the red mist which had rapidly descended as a result of her frustration. Ryan hopped out of bed for a pee, when the radio alarm came on, she waited expectantly, but the bastard went straight into the shower. He arrived home late last night, full of beer and full of how Barrie Billingsgate had pulled a hamstring and he would be playing first team rugby on Saturday. Cause for a celebratory shag you would have thought? Not Ryan, he rambled on about it being his big chance, and then turned his back on her and fell into a deep sleep. The fact was she quite liked him as a bloke, but he was no fucking good between the sheets; he was going to have to go.

  Ryan came out from the shower to find Penny, still in bed, propped up on pillows, covered only by a sheet. He could see from the movement under the sheet that she was, as usual, looking after her own foreplay. She looked directly at him making the movements more obvious. He groaned and covered his head with the towel, pretending to dry his hair; the last thing he wanted right now was sex.

  ‘Come on Ryan – I‘m ready. The least you can do is give me a good shag.’

  He lowered the towel and looked at her. Her eyes were no longer searching for his; they were looking for some reaction lower down, but nothing was going to happen, he couldn’t keep up with Penny – she expected him to shag her at least once a night.

  ‘Sorry Pen, I’m just not up to it this morning.’

  He saw the anger in her face, but too late. ‘You’re never up to it Ryan. When it comes to shagging you’re a fucking failure!’ She grabbed the radio alarm clock and hurled it at him. The radio ceased spewing out a sentimental love song, somewhere between hitting his shoulder and crashing to the floor. ‘You obviously haven’t noticed that I’m a girl who enjoys sex. I need a lot of shagging, more than you’re capable of giving me – so piss off!’

  She leapt off the bed and marched towards the bathroom, turning for a final word. ‘I expect you out of my house by the weekend – in the meantime, move all your things – and yourself to the spare bedroom!’

  ‘But Pen – I’ve got no where else to go.’

  ‘Yes you have – back to your fucking mother!’

  She shut the bathroom door and locked it, not something she would normally do, but she didn’t want him creeping in to placate her. It was too late, she had selected her next man some time ago and as with everything in her life, it was just a matter of timing.

  *****

  The Hamsworth Towers security guard gave Barrie Billingsgate a salute as the BMW turned into the car park. Natasha lifted Barrie’s hand to reply with a manly wave before swinging expertly into Barrie’s parking space; she was really getting used to the car and coping with Barrie’s body. The amount of sex they had last night should keep his thing under control, even with Sam, who she secretly thought was quite delectable. Was she getting lesbian tendencies? As she opened the car door and moved to get out, the support on Barrie’s thigh reminded her to limp. She locked the car and practiced a limp on the short walk to the entrance.

  ‘Ryan said you’d pulled something, but didn’t say what.’

  Penny caught up with her target and slipped her arm easily through Barrie’s. ‘I’ll pull it again for you in the lift if you like.’

  Penny grinned. Natasha grinned back. ‘I’ve been shagging Natasha all night – there’s no chance.’ Penny wheeled them into the express lift, pressed the button and as the doors closed felt for Barrie’s penis. To Natasha’s horror, it began to stir.

  ‘We have lift off!’ There was a triumphant note in Penny’s voice and by the time they reached the seventh floor she was expertly manoeuvring it out through the top of Barrie’s underpants. At the eleventh floor it was a full erection. As they passed the thirteenth she looked down at the bulge and giggled. ‘What a shame we can’t do anything with it, I should warn you though, I booted Ryan out this morning.’

  Natasha‘s heart sank. ‘Why ever did you do that?’ She hurriedly placed Barrie’s brief case in a strategic position as the lift stopped and the doors opened.

  ‘Ryan’s a great bloke, but he thinks that sex twice a week is normal.

  ‘Oh.’

  ‘Yes – oh.’

  They walked along the corridor together. Penny touched Barrie’s arm as they reached his office.

  ‘Don’t despair, I have other plans, so if you don’t have an emergency call from me by lunchtime, you’ll know I’ve got a new lover.

  Natasha watched as she walked on down the corridor. She stopped, looked over her shoulder and swayed her bottom, laughed and walked on.

  Natasha giggled. Of course it came out as Barrie’s rich chuckle, but whatever, she couldn’t help but like Penny.

  Duggie Lummox was almost at the end of going through Sally Barnard’s file. He added another note to the long list pencilled on the blotter. It was his way; he hated clutter, through the open door he heard Penny arrive at her desk.

  ‘Good morning Pen
ny. Cup of coffee please – when you’re ready.’

  Penny walked into the doorway. ‘Sorry Duggie, you’re coffee’s going to have to wait – something very important has cropped up.’ Duggie laid his pencil neatly alongside the file on the blotter and looked across at his secretary. This was most unusual, it had to be something personal – possibly bad news, his voice mirrored his concern. ‘What’s the problem Penny?’

  Penny closed the door, turned the key in the lock and walked over and stood next to Duggie – the position she always assumed when collecting or delivering files. If she was to take dictation, she would sit facing him. She pointedly placed the door key on the blotter next to the pencil. Duggie looked up at her – he was confused but tried to hide it by showing his yellow teeth. She smiled back.

  ‘Duggie – I need a shag!’

  Duggie Lummox was not easily shocked but being asked for a shag by his secretary – the secretary who had legs he fantasised about was a definite first – and a test of his resolve. He banged the palms of both hands on the table. ‘Penny! As much as I would like to – I can’t. You know only too well that I have a rule that…’ he choked mid sentence, mouth open as Penny stepped out of her skirt to reveal that she was stripped for business. He tried not to look, but the tuft of red pubic hair was charming and her long legs, clad in hold-up stockings delicious. He achieved an instant erection – but rules were rules, self imposed it was true, but the rule never to get involved with an employee was a good one.

  She pouted at him. ‘Duggie – I know your rules but if you won’t shag me I’ll be leaving anyway. Now, is it to be over your desk, on the floor, on the settee, or not at all?’

  When he stood up she was pleased to note his erection, the signs were good. He walked over to the window, pushed a button and vertical blinds moved silently across the massive window. She followed, took him by the hand and led him to the settee.