Lessons – A Paul Purple Story, Part 2

LESSONS - A PAUL PURPLE STORY

BY CORNER GHOST
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[ part 2 ]

My first task was a simple one, I knocked on a door – it was only three doors away from my room – “Come in?” a boy’s voice said and the door opened. I smiled at the boy lying in the bed.

“Hello Bobby, are you keeping busy?” I said in a friendly voice.

“Yeah its great here . . . did you know they’re naked under those dresses?” He said with a smile.

I laughed, “Yes, and they blush so prettily don’t they?” I said, “Now Bobby, my name is Paul and I going to have to take some details, your Bobby Hamilton and you are how old?”

“I’m eleven, well eleven and 4 months.” Bobby said with the importance of age.

“Alright Bobby, now do you know where you are and how you got here?” I said making a note on a clipboard I was carrying – although my questions and his answers were being recorded by a team nearby.

“Well the old guy on the TV said something about Ropeville Hotel, so I suppose I’m there and I think those people who kidnapped me brought me here.”

I nodded wincing inside at the old guy part, “Very good, that was some nifty footwork you showed, how did you spot the van?” I asked casually.

“Oh that was simple, mum told me not to worry as she and dad had arranged something special for me.” He said brightly

“Really, did she tell you what it was?” I asked.

“Oh no, it was a surprise! But it made me keep my eyes open and I’d seen the van a few days before. So when I convinced Mike to let me walk with him I pointed the van out to him and made a joke on how I was going to be kidnapped by the people in it. Then I noticed the same van when we split so I dodged into an alley, then when the van drove away I went to run home, but I saw the van at the end of the alley so I jumped for the fire escape, then I fell asleep. When I woke up I was here.” He finished smiling.

“That’s a pretty good and clear explanation, well you’re right, you were enrolled into a Ropeville holiday vacation. In fact you were down for a ‘The life of a Roman Slave’ set in the reign of Caligula. Tell me are you interested in sex?” I asked him.

He thought for a moment, “Well mum and dad’s been leaving a whole lot of books around for me all about boys and girls . . . you know.” I nodded, “And a few about how the Romans used their slaves . . . Hey now I know why they left those, but wouldn’t it hurt?” He said and his free hand went behind him.

I smiled, “At first, but you’d be brought to it slowly, remember it’s supposed to be an adventure and a change from the normal life you’re living.” I looked at my watch, “I’m sorry Bobby I’ve spent too long here and I’ve got to get to another meeting, I’ll see you again soon Bobby, just lie back and heal.” I said turning

“Yeah, sure . . . you couldn’t get Ashley to come back for me? I like it when she lets me touch her under her dress.” Bobby said.

I nodded, “I’ll see if she’s available.” And closed the door behind me.

“Alright my merry little team, what did we learn there?” I spoke into the air.

“You were right, he was aware of us from the start.” It was the same female voice from the van.

“Very good, he also told us that he was ready for you. Why was the same van used for surveillance? A normal car would have sufficed.” I asked my unseen audience.

“We didn’t have the expenses.” Chris said.

“Really? What was your backup plan should something have gone wrong?” I asked only to be met with silence. “You didn’t have one!” It wasn’t a question it was an accusation.

“We’ve never needed one, our operation has worked smoothly for over 15 years, we’ve had a couple of problems but they were just one-off!” Chris complained.

“So apart from two ‘one-offs’ there’s been no trouble, and so you’ve grown complacent! I’ll let you dwell on what we’re learning and I’ll need a few minutes with your legal team, there’s some salvage I can do here . . . if we’re lucky.” I said and, going to a courtesy phone, I asked for a number.

“Elizabeth? Yes I’ve spoken to Bobby and he was warned that something was going to happen. I’ll need to speak to someone about the contract before I speak to the Hamilton’s.” I said to her.

“I was watching and I’ve got someone lined up, the Hamilton’s aren’t very happy with what happened, are you sure you can deal with them.” Elizabeth said seriously.

“It all depends on if I’m correct or not.” I said and returned to my room.

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A couple of hours later I was outside another door, this time I opened it without knocking. The room was a simple interview room with three chairs, three television screens, a table and a mirror that took up the whole side of the room, behind which was Elizabeth and two security guards (which I hoped I wouldn’t need).

Inside the room were two people, John and Martha Hamilton. John was pacing the room while Martha was just sitting on the chair, she stood up when I entered the room.

“Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton? How do you do. My name is Paul Purple and I’ve been asked to look into this unfortunate little problem.” I was wearing a false moustache and large glasses, with plan glass in them, and carrying a briefcase. I smiled at them both.

“And about fucking time! Do you know how long my wife and I have been kept waiting? Oh you people are going to regret. . .”John Hamilton was saying while I walked to the table and sat down, “Hey are you listening to me?”

I smiled at him and gestured to the chairs, “If you’ll both sit down I’m sure we can sort this out with the minimum of fuss.” I said calmly as if he hadn’t spoken.

“HELL NO! Look my son’s been hurt because of you people, now I demand satisfaction or I’m going to sue your asses right out of here!” John’s face was bright red with rage.

“Well . . . if you want to do that then okay, I’ll arrange a lawyer for you and he’ll explain exactly why you would lose everything.” I still remained calm, “Or, if you want, I could tell you now.”

“WHAT! What do you mean?” Now John was almost white with rage, “I’ve a good mind to take this place and . . .”

“SIT DOWN JOHNATHAN HAMILTON AND LISTEN TO ME!” I stood up and shouted at him.

For some reason this seemed to shake him up and he dropped into his seat, I poured him a glass of water and then one for myself, I sipped mine to show that there wasn’t anything in the water and sat down again.

I noticed that Martha was still standing looking at her husband in shock, I gestured to the last chair. “Mrs. Hamilton, Martha? If you wouldn’t mind.” Normally I’d hold the chair back for her, but I didn’t think she wanted this.

“So tell me John, who’s decision was it for Bobby to have this particular vacation?” I asked him.

The two looked at each other before John blustered, “I thought we were going to talk about compensation?”

I pulled out two sheets of paper from my briefcase which I passed to them, “This is a copy of the contract you both signed, do you recognise it and your signatures?” I asked them.

John read his copy and nodded, his wife did the same, “So what?” John said.

I picked up a remote that was on the table and pressed a button on it, luckily Elizabeth had told me which one to use, the screens in the room came on showing Bobby in his bed. My voice came from the speakers.

“. . . that was some nifty footwork you showed, how did you spot the van?”

“Oh that was simple, mum told me not to worry as she and dad had arranged something special for me.” Bobby said

“Really, did she tell you what it was?” I asked.

“You made him say that! It was all scripted!” John said but Martha held onto his arm making him look at her.

“Mrs. Hamilton? Did you want to say something?” Although I seemed casual I put all my force behind the command.

“John . . . I was worried. What would happen if Bobby woke up in a strange place, I didn’t want him to be too scared.” She finally said

“Martha, you’ve seen the promotional film, the children are brought here and examined before we wake them up, while they are then interviewed by our psychologists to ensure that they are fully aware of where they are and what their parents have asked for them, if at that point it’s decided that they are unable to carry on then they are sedated and returned home where they then believe it was all a dream. So in many cases we have done this before the child is aware that anything has been done to them. We are experts in our field.” I said to her

John snorted, “Where were your experts when you took my son!” He said.

I nodded, “Yes there were problems, which is why Bobby’s medical and hotel bills are being covered by Ropeville vacations, it’s a case of us admitting we are responsible for his fall.” I said.

John folded his arms in satisfaction. “There you are Martha they admit it was their fault. Now we talk damages!” He said smiling.

I smiled as well and picked up a notebook from my briefcase, “Yes . . . now we have judged that you should lose the full price of the vacation as well as 50% more for breach of contract.” I said charmingly.

“Well yes that . . . WHAT! You can’t be serious!” John said.

“I’m afraid I am, if you read the contract again you’ll find . . .” I picked up Martha’s copy. “It states that any form of pre-knowledge passed to the client by his or her parents or guardians may cause potential harm and must be avoided at all costs.” I held up my hand and scanned down the paper. “Ah yes, clause 5, should either party inform the client the penalty will be confiscation of full fee plus any other monetary expenses caused.” I looked up, “But as we have already conceded that our extraction team did fail we decided to be lenient with you.” I finished smiling.

In my ear Elizabeth was speaking, “Paul we were going to just charge them the vacation fee only . . . nothing was mentioned about punitive extras!”

John was looking at his wife who turned away. “You can, if you want, appeal against this decision . . .” I said

“No, no it won’t be necessary.” John was saying, he looked slightly crumpled.

“Very well then, if you want I can arrange for you and Martha to spend some time at the hotel, at no extra charge. But if I can enquire, why that particular vacation for Bobby?” I asked them gently.

Martha was the one who answered, “We wanted to introduce him to some of our friends, we’re swingers and we’ve been reluctant to push Bobby, but now he’s getting older we don’t want to hide ourselves . . . we thought that something like this would expand his sexual horizons . . . I supposed he won’t be involved in anything like that now.” She said looking down to the floor.

I smiled at her, “I can’t see any reason why not, it’s only his arm that’s broken, I’m sure the doctors will allow him to have some fun . . . you know he’s already been touching some of the girls here beneath their clothes?”

Martha gasped and John actually laughed. “I don’t believe that, he’s always been so quiet at home, we didn’t think he’d read any of the books . . . we hoped it was going to be a shock to him.”

“Well the Roman scenario might have been over the top, I do have a suggestion though, if you don’t mind, and also one for you . . .”

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I left the room and entered the one next door, Elizabeth was looking at me and shaking her head, the two security men had already left. “What were you playing at? You were told just the payment they’d already made, what if they had appealed?”

I shook my head, “They wouldn’t have a leg to stand on, the warning Martha had given Bobby was enough. But they’d only be able to appeal in Ropeville; can you see a case like this getting to court elsewhere in the country?” I said

“No, it wouldn’t, but the courts might still have disagreed.” Elizabeth countered.

“That’s true, which is why I got that lawyer fella to talk to one of the judges, in his opinion they had breached the contract and could be penalised to double the money, I just let them off light, I mean they’ve got free use of the hotel didn’t they?” I said smiling

“But they were going to get that anyway, you didn’t give them a thing. . .” Realisation hit her, “But we’ve gained from it, which is more than we expected.” She grinned “You don’t want to work here permanently do you?”

I shook my head, “Not just at the moment thank you. Now how do I arrange their room and entertainment?”

Elizabeth smiled, “Pierre has already seen to that, but he has made a request. . .”

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I knocked on the door again, Bobby’s voice admitted me. Standing before his bed her eyes closed in pleasure was one of the waitresses, Bobby’s hand under her skirt. He smiled at me as I entered.

“Hi Paul, more questions?” He said.

“Only a couple,” I replied and opened the door to admit two young teenagers. “This is Adam and this is Charlotte, they’re both thirteen.” I made a gesture and the pair started to undress. Bobby watched them both his hand forgotten for the moment.

“Now what I want to know is are you interested in learning about sex from these two?” I asked him.

“What do you mean?” He said but his eyes showed some excitement.

“They are prepared to show you all the forms of sex that they know, everything you may have read about and even more, would you be willing to learn?” I asked him. A squeal from the girl told me his fingers were doing more than walking.

“Sure I would. I’d be able to touch her?” He said looking at Charlotte.

“And Adam, he’ll be involved in teaching you the male side of sex as well, just as if you were in the Roman adventure.” I said.

“Well . . . I don’t really like doing things with boys, but I supposed there’s no harm, he won’t hurt me will he?” Bobby seemed doubtful.

“Sometimes it will start to hurt, but then it can feel wonderful during and after, you just have to experiment.” I said

“Okay then . . . you’re not going to stay are you?” He seems apprehensive of me.

“No Bobby, I’m only here to make sure you want to do this, if you said no then we’d all go.” By now Bobby’s eyes were on Charlotte’s pointed tits.

“No, please don’t take them away, I’ll do it.” He said, although I wasn’t sure if he was talking about the pair of teenagers or Charlottes tits.

“As you two have been instructed, and Adam, remember use lots of lube and take it easy, demonstrate on Charlotte first if you must, but allow him to enjoy everything.” I said to the two.

“Yes Mr. Purple.” They both said and approached the bed. The young waitress jumped as the two teenagers joined her but then when Charlotte lifted her skirt to look at Bobby’s fingers she relaxed.

I left the room as Adam was presenting his cock to Bobby’s mouth to taste and Charlotte was bending over to lick the waitress’s pussy and Bobby’s fingers.