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Subject: {ASSM} Emma - Chapter Nineteen {Bradley Stoke}
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Emma
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Resume of whole novel
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Emma is no stranger to the world of pornography, working as she does 
for one of the premier sex television stations. Nor is she a stranger 
to the naked body, being a dedicated naturist. However, in almost 
every other way she is naive and innocent. This is the story of how 
she finds herself, and also about the lives of people around her. 
In this novel, soap opera meets sex fiction. 


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Previously
==========

Although Charlotte shares a flat with Maisie, Emma, Josephine and 
Susan, she also finds the time to work full time in a naturist office. 


Chapter Nineteen
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Charlotte didn't know exactly what had happened, but all of a sudden 
her relations in her flat had altered and undoubtedly for the better. For 
some reason, Emma had started being a great deal more affectionate 
towards her and nowadays the two girls were more often sharing 
Emma's bed at night than enjoying any other arrangement. Charlotte 
had noticed that Maisie had started sharing her own bed with Susan 
and, when she was visiting, Josephine. Charlotte guessed (although 
she never witnessed it) that somehow Maisie's affections had 
transferred to Susan. Certainly, it was far less often that Emma and 
Maisie shared the bed together, and it was on those nights that 
Charlotte would get to sleep in her own bed.

Charlotte to a certain extent understood and appreciated why Susan's 
uncomplicated and straightforward personality was more comfortable 
for Maisie than Emma's. However, Emma could not accept that and 
still made great show that Maisie was the real love in her life despite 
the passionate nights that she spent with Charlotte. Maisie herself took 
the curious attitude that it was Emma who was her girlfriend but that 
Susan was just best friend.

This may have suited Maisie: it certainly suited Charlotte who was 
pleased to have so much more of Emma's attention than she'd ever 
had before. And it didn't appear to concern Susan who still loved 
Charlotte with the same selfless and tireless devotion.

Despite spending most nights in Emma's arms, Charlotte would still 
be awoken by Susan who now prepared breakfast for both lovers and, 
of course, Maisie who sometimes accompanied her in the morning. 
Susan continued to wash and bathe Charlotte each morning and 
offered to extend the courtesy to Emma, who discourteously refused 
the invitation. She made a point of polishing Charlotte's shoes, 
washing and ironing her clothes, and, often with Maisie clinging onto 
her, declaring her undying and unquestioning love for Charlotte. "It's 
only you I love. You are the only thing that makes my life 
worthwhile," she would say, taking every opportunity to kiss 
Charlotte's body. 

"If she loves you so much, why does she sleep with Maisie?" sniffed 
Emma. Charlotte didn't wish to counter, as she so well knew, that it 
was always, and without exception, Maisie who decided who she 
would sleep with or make love with. The evenings were often a very 
curious battle of wooing between Maisie's girlfriend and best friend, 
where both Susan and Emma for different reasons would try to entice 
Maisie to sleep with Emma. But almost always, Maisie would stay 
with the girl who gave so much passion and demanded so little 
analysis of her affection.

In the meantime, Charlotte benefited as Emma's lover, if a substitute 
lover for the child; even if, Emma made sexual demands of Charlotte 
of an intensity and a violence that she almost certainly never made of 
Maisie. 

Indeed they were of a nature that Josephine only rarely agreed to make 
love with Charlotte if Emma was there. "I can't do my job if I'm 
covered in bruises and scratches!" Josephine complained. She clearly 
preferring the company of Susan and Maisie, though she never 
discussed with Charlotte whether or not she also made love to the little 
girl. Charlotte's own body often carried bite-marks, bruises and 
scratches which Susan would uncomplainingly nurse and sometimes 
apply make-up to, prior to Charlotte going to work. Sometimes Susan 
would locate wounds that Charlotte never suspected, as when she 
found a trickle of blood from Charlotte's anus which Emma must have 
inflicted the previous night with that rubber truncheon she'd acquired 
from somewhere.

However much Susan tried to cover the evidence, Charlotte's love-life 
couldn't be hidden from her colleagues at work. This, as Charlotte 
soon appreciated, was a distinctive downside to working in a naturist 
environment in such close proximity of others. One of her colleagues, 
Malcolm, had clearly taken a very strong fancy to Charlotte, and she 
was quite pleased in a way that the evidence of her love-life appeared 
to preclude his attentions. He was a skinny young man whose desk 
was positioned across the office but generally faced her direction. He 
was always very solicitous towards her, but he didn't have quite the 
control of his penis he should have had. This was clearly another 
disadvantage of naturism which women didn't need to worry about. 
Malcolm's penis very rarely appeared totally erect, but erect enough 
for Charlotte to be sure of what he was thinking and his acute 
embarrassment served only to make it more apparent.

There were particular occasions when he had especial difficulties with 
his loins. The first was when Charlotte started shaving her vulva for 
Emma's benefit. This was later matched when Charlotte allowed it to 
grow long again. And more recently, the more obvious bruises and 
scratches that Charlotte had acquired in her lovemaking seemed also 
to excite him. After a while Charlotte made a very determined effort 
whenever Malcolm was in the proximity to hide bruises on her thighs 
or around her cunt, or toothmarks on her neck or her nipples. 
Sometimes, like the time when Emma had somehow managed to 
blacken Charlotte's eye and has left a very obvious lovebite on her 
shoulder, this could not be obscured by documents she could carry or 
the shadow of her desk.

Charlotte had made a new friend at work, Becky, who introduced her 
to an aspect of life that she'd never suspected much before. 

Charlotte had always been a middle class girl - and had really only 
ever known people like herself from similarly middle class 
backgrounds. Becky however was a junior clerk whose social circle 
mostly included car mechanics, supermarket checkout assistants, 
factory workers and restaurant staff. In her social peers she was 
considered at least as odd as Charlotte might be by hers, because not 
only was she a naturist,  which was strange enough, but she worked in 
an office. Becky had quite clearly worked hard to get where she was 
and really had few ambitions to go further. She was sufficiently self-
reliant to be a naturist when none of her friends were.

"Well, I'd been on holiday abroad," she explained. "And everyone was 
going round starkers. At first I though it was weird, but Stan, my 
boyfriend, insisted I go starkers too. So we both went round starkers. 
And I really liked it. So when I come back home I decided I'd go 
starkers as much as I could. Some of my mates and some of my family 
don't like it much. But I'm not a loony naturist. I'll put clothes on if 
people are going to be upset. But I just don't wear a thread most of the 
time."

"And that's why you're working here?" Charlotte prompted.

"Exactly," Becky confirmed. "There aren't that many office jobs you 
can do in the buff, are there?"

Becky's attitudes to life seemed reassuringly uncomplicated and 
unapologetic, which contrasted favourably with Emma who had to 
express an opinion on eating meat, wearing clothes or buying certain 
ideologically unsound products. On the other hand, Charlotte soon 
began to understand that in her own social group her Becky's attitudes 
made her a bit of an outsider.

"We might be down the pub, and Stan'll talk about how I'm a nudist. 
How I going round in my birthday suit in the office all day. And all the 
lads'll laugh. And one of them's bound to say: 'But what's she like 
stark bollock naked?' And Stan'll say: 'There's no bollocks about it!' 
And they'll all laugh. But whatever they say, before you know it 
they'll have all my clothes off, and I'll be there going red while they 
poke me and fiddle about with me. And this won't be in places where 
you're meant to be naked. And then my clothes'll go missing. And 
I've got to go home in the cold, with goose-pimples all over me, and 
everyone staring and laughing at me."

Becky was quite a short girl - barely five foot tall - slightly round and 
shapeless but not exactly fat with nipples which were almost of the 
same pinkness as the rest of her flesh and barely distinct from the rest 
of her breasts. Despite being a naturist, she'd somehow managed to 
avoid acquiring a tan, and remained a kind of pale pink, which 
contrasted with her mousy brown hair which she wore in a bob. 
Between her legs there was the smallest triangle of pubic hair 
obscuring what couldn't be a particular large vagina. Charlotte 
generally thought of Becky as being roly-poly, but this was without 
her being particularly fat: it was just that her figure mostly suggested 
the curves of a feminine figure rather than outlined them. 

"After Stan and his mates go out for a drink or bowls or whatever, - it 
doesn't matter if I go with them or not - when they come back he's 
always demanding that I get them cups of coffee and get beer out of 
the fridge. And then they'll all either take turns at fucking me or do it 
all together. Stan's always saying that I give good fucks, and he 
always wants his mates to know it. Sometimes there'll be three or four 
fucking me at the same time. I don't know who's doing what. It's all 
pricks. Sometimes when they bring a girlfriend or two along they'll 
join in. They'll be fucked by the lads, and sometimes they get her to 
sort of play around with me."

Charlotte knew that Becky had an active sex-life, because Becky often 
carried the bruises and love-bites to prove it, but she'd assumed in her 
middle class way that this was more a testament to the strength of her 
relationship with Stan.

"Do you like girls making love to you?" Charlotte wondered.

"I know what you think!" laughed Becky. "Because you're a dyke! 
Sorry, lesbian! I'm not a dyke and neither are these girls dykes. It's 
just the lads think its great fun to watch girls doing it together. And I 
suppose it's some fun, but I prefer a good fuck. Then you know you're 
getting the business. And if it's up the arse-hole and up the fanny at 
the same time then you really feel the earth move."

"And your boyfriend actually encourages his mates to make love to 
you?"

"Well, it's only fair. I mean often he's not back late himself. If he 
comes back at all. And that's when he's been to a mate's house. And 
he'll have been fucking his mate's wife or girlfriend. It's just what 
people do. I know you educated people don't share things like that 
much, but it's just what people I know do. And Stan'll tell me all 
about these girls he's fucked. 'She was fucking skinny' or 'She had 
awful fucking floppy breasts' or 'She smelt like something the cat 
brought in, and even worse after we'd all fucked her senseless'. None 
of the girls seem to have been much good - and I suppose that's why 
he always comes back home to me. If it's not just habit of course. But 
I know that what he says about these girls is what his mates say about 
me after they've been fucking me. 'She's not got much of a figure!' 
'She's got a tight cunt!' and of course they'll all say 'She's a fucking 
nudist! She's always fucking stark cunt naked!'"





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