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The Collector by Karen Blayne
Oh by the way red tape first.
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Colin liked to collect things, he'd started with stamps then when he'd inherited some serious money he started collecting paintings, living artists directly from the artist so at least they'd get the money. One or two had done well, and after an Art Gallery or two had borrowed his collection suddenly they came into fashion. He sold them when the insurance company had raised their premium to something he thought was extortionate. So now he collected companies, the first one or two had been quite by accident, he'd been visiting the UK when an Art Gallery owner had mentioned he'd like to retire. He didn't know anything about running an Art Gallery but the staff were knowledgeable so he let them carry on and in the way these things happen word had got around. Some were sold off after a takeover, others rescued from bankruptcy, he'd found himself a secretary who'd been laid off after twenty-five years loyal service and she looked after things for him. She'd set up a central company that provided services to the other companies. It did the payroll, and accounts, organised a certain amount of bulk buying, consolidated the training, looked after the computers, etc. He'd even insisted on a drug plan much to the amazement of his secretary. Surprisingly the companies were doing rather well.
Colin stood at the back of the elevator, no he must remember to call them lifts over here. Strange how two countries could share the same language but use totally different words and spelling for the same thing. Two girls drifted in and stood talking by the front of the lift. They were neatly dressed as opposed to being heavily made up, he'd place them as some sort of female nerds, summer students perhaps? “But its so unfair, dad's been laid off after twenty-eight years service, there no money saved since it was unexpected and now the landlord has given us notice to quit.” “Ours has just quoted us market rent for a renewal of lease, why didn't parents buy years ago before the prices went through the roof? Heaven only knows what chance we'll have of ever buying something.” “Sixty+% of twenty fives to thirty fives rent, no hope for us.” Colin's nose twitched, well he had the money, his English operations were only a plaything after all. The lift stopped at his floor, “My office if you please.” The girls looked at each other, “You do work for me you know.” “We work for Dominion Engineering, Mr. Halgraves is the CEO.” “True but I happen to own Dominion Engineering amongst others, so my office if you please.”
They entered his largish office suite in the centre of the building. “I thought owners and bosses had corner offices?” “Some do but this conference suite was spare and I try not to interfere with how the companies are run which includes letting their bosses have corner offices.” “But you have, haven't you? Suddenly Dominion Engineering has started hiring apprentices, and that was you, wasn't it?” “They're tax deductible.” “Now tell me about yourselves, I take it you're summer students?” “Well yes, currently we're washing up in the canteen but we'll be proper university students in September, I'm supposed to be reading physics and Brittany maths.” “I can offer you a contract job for nine years today as my personal assistants. AR1 rate for the first four years then AR5.” “Thanks but we'd rather go to uni first.” “Think carefully, are you on the pill by the way?” Brittany blushed and looked at Megan she wasn't sure she liked the sound of this sort of job at all. Colin caught the glance, “I merely asked about the pill as we have a drug plan.” “I suppose there is a dress code as well?” “But of course.” Colin replied, the two girls looked very doubtful. “Let me recap, AR1 rate for four years whilst you're studying, the company pays all the fees of course, AR5 after that, oh and we have a mortgage scheme, you can borrow for yourself or immediate family shall we say two houses each with a red line of a $1,000,000 on each house at 0.5% same as the current savings rate at the banks, the rate is set for ten years. Think about it, offers good until I change my mind but good for a week at least. Take rest of day off to think about it, here's a card for my solicitor who'll sort out the details. If you drop out then the mortgage is immediately repayable, same if you leave the company's employ.” “You're not English are you?” “No why do you ask?” “English degree courses are only three years and drugs are covered by the NHS.” “How much is a million dollars?” Megan asked Brittany, “In round figures sort of half a million pounds.” Colin felt it was time to draw the interview to an end. He stood up and led them to the next office, yet another one with a door. “Mrs. Hodgkins these two young ladies are thinking of joining us as my personal assistants on a contract basis, currently they're working in the canteen as summer students. Can you arrange for them to have the rest of the day off whilst they think about it, after that can you sort out their training etc.?” Colin left them in her capable hands.
“Well the first thing is to see your supervisor and sort out the rest of your day.” “Is he for real?” Mrs. Hodgkins laughed, “Oh very much so, he sort of collects things I suppose is the best way to put it. Now then if you're going to be personal assisting we'd better sort you out some office computer training. Good job I have some sessions starting next week with a couple of vacancies.” “What sort of sessions?” “Oh just the basics of word processing, spreadsheets, report writing, that sort of thing. Pass the exam and get enough of them and they give you some sort of certificate.” “But aren't those computer courses expensive?” “I buy them a classroom at a time that way it costs half what it would cost if I brought individual places, then I fill them from the various companies. You're in luck I've two places spare on Monday, anyway we'd better be off if you have things to do this afternoon.”
They entered the solicitors together, “I'd like to buy a house please.” “And I'd like one to.” The receptionist took their names and ushered them into see a white-haired gentleman. He took them through the steps involved and after assuring himself they knew what they were committing themselves to he announced “Ah yes I see the financial side is all arranged. Have you decided on a house?” “Not yet, how long does it all take?” “The legal part we can do in a day but finding one, having it surveyed etc. and fitting in with the sellers, you're looking at best part of a year I would think.” “I was hoping by month end?” The two girls looked at each other and the receptionist who had just slid a document for signing onto his desk volunteered that Mrs. Ambrose was with a client at the moment, whose mother had just been moved into a Nursing home that morning, sorting out power of attorney and selling the house perhaps they should meet up?
Megan ventured through the front door. “Mummy I've brought a house, I've got the keys here and we can move into it tonight if you like but we have to clear the existing furniture and belongings out.”
The next two months flashed by as Brittany and Megan were dispatched on one course after another. They even managed to get a weekend in Paris between two different courses that were being given there. “Did you notice that two of them turned up the first morning, disappeared at coffee time and we didn't see them again until Friday afternoon.” “So how else do you get a week's vacation paid for without paying tax on it?” “You mean really?” “Really, still it made for a smaller class size and more individual attention for us.” “Oh is that why you took to wearing shorter skirts?” Brittany put her tongue out.
“Right you two we're off to London, I've some business associates that I need to talk to and I really should sort out your dress code.” They caught the 11:07 after Megan saw it was a tenth the cost of the 7 am train. “Can you imagine they wanted over two thousand pounds for the three of us at eight o'clock besides I'm not very good at getting up that early.”
Oxford Street, “But it'll only take a moment to see what bargains they have.” He should have known better than to think he could get them to pass a last day of closing down sale. He felt mauled after fifteen minutes in the store. Ladies they might look like but there was nothing lady like about the way they went after final discount 70% off racks. Having hot female bodies pressed against him wasn't so bad but the stiletto heels needed watching out for. “Hold this.” Megan passed him a summer dress, Brittany a pair of jeans and two other garments. He turned to fight his way to the cash till. “Could you hold this a minute?” He held the dress whilst the girl slipped her dress over her head then swapped dresses with him. “What do you think?” “Of the underwear or the dress?” He replied and received a look. “The dress looks very good on you in here but the colour might be different outside in the daylight.” She tilted her head to one side, “I think it'll do, the queues for the changing rooms are bad, but you're right about the undies I could do with some new ones.” She darted to one side and came back clutching a bra set with a designer label dangling from it. She paused for a second “Oh what the heck you've probably seen more in your life.” Before taking off the dress and handing it to him, then standing close to him so few people could see she unhooked her bra held it in front of her then deftly tried the new one on. The mixture of lace and sheer material hid very little certainly not her small pert breasts and hard nipples. She stepped back, just a step so he could take it in then groped gently him. “I see you approve.” She shed the new bra and replaced it with the old one before inspecting the matching knickers closely. “I'm not going to try these on in the store.” She murmured before sliding her old dress back on. “Now if only I could afford them. They're so much nicer than my school uniform.” She looked at him with her big brown eyes. He tapped her bottom gently, “Well I'm going to the cash till anyway.” He should have recognised the old dress as being school uniform, well before the hem line had been raised and the seams adjusted to make it more fashionable.
The credit and debit card reader had broken when it was dashed to the floor in the stampede so he paid for his purchases in cash. He handed over the dress and underwear to brown eyes “Thank you you're nice. Ann Summers round the corner has a sale on if you have some time?” “Thank you for the offer but I'm with two young ladies.” “I thought you might be with someone you'd have to be mad or a real pervert to come in here otherwise on the last day of sale.” She smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek before waltzing away.
“And just who was that pray?” asked Brittany as she arrived with Megan linking her arm through his in a possessive manner. “Just someone I got chatting to whilst you were browsing. Have you finished by the way?” “I think so, most of the stuff that's left has been trampled on so many times its not worth buying.”
Colin looked down at his smartphone map again. This should be it. He led them down a flagged alleyway and to a very seedy looking old-fashioned store with a school desk and quill pens and such in the window. Megan thought they hadn't changed the window display in centuries. She pushed the door and nothing happened. There was a bell with a note saying please ring, so she did. There was a buzz and the door opened an inch. Brittany pushed the door open and eased herself into the shop. “Good Afternoon Sir, what may I do for you?” “I'm here to see a Mr. Worsley?” “And your name sir?” “Colin Lyons.” “You are expected in the club above but I'm afraid it's a gentlemen's club so the young ladies won't be permitted unless of course they'd like to go up in costume?” Brittany looked puzzled, Megan had been browsing looking at the school uniforms that were hanging up. “Why would anyone want to buy a pair of jodhpurs without a crotch?” “Could it be to ride one of these rocking horses with a dildo stuck upright in the saddle?” Remarked Brittany casually trying to show she was broad minded. “If we dressed them as waitresses then there would be no problem.” “Well I daresay they're curious to view the club and I'd prefer to keep them with me.” “Yvette.” Yvette parted the curtain at the back and stepped through the opening. “Two waitress outfits for these two young ladies please.” Yvette motioned for the two girls to follow her through the opening.
“Interesting collection of old school memorabilia you have here.” “Well many of our members are getting elderly and like to live in the past. Believe or not some of the most popular items on the menu are direct copies of school dinners.”
“I can't possibly wear this, its totally indecent.” Came the screech from behind the curtain. “Sounds interesting. Shall we investigate?” Maurice led the way through the curtains to where Brittany was stood standing in front of a full length mirror in a travesty of a French maid's outfit. “It looks decent to me. It covers the essentials. I seem to recall mentioning a dress code, I was thinking of health and safety at the time, safety glasses and protective clothing but I'm happy to include the outfit as part of your dress code. If you're not happy then I assume you're resigning as it was a condition of employment so that means two house mortgages to be repaid or houses to be reprocessed, the costs of which including legal fees will be added to the amount outstanding should make your student debt look small by comparison.” Megan came out in dressed in one that was cut even lower leaving her nipples exposed, “But on the other hand you must confess you have the legs for it and do look good.” “But yours?” “Megan's is the five o'clock tea time version, yours is the more respectable during the day version, there is an after nine o'clock version that borders between the five o'clock version and an inviting nightgown.”
“Megan if you could get changed into the daytime version?” “Yes, sir, right away sir.” Megan twirled back into her changing room whilst Brittany looked at herself carefully in the mirror, well the black stockings did show her legs off nicely and if it was a private club it wasn't really public was it? Yvette passed them a white silk handkerchief each which they tucked in their tiny bouffant sleeves. “Just in case you want to sneeze.” She murmured.
Maurice spoke quietly “We have an affiliated country club with full training facilities. Three months there in the stables and I assure you they'd be fully submissive pony girls by the time you got them back. Very reasonable rates and it gives the members an interest in life to see how the training progresses.” “I'm tempted but they're supposed to start their studies in two months time.”
“If you'd just like to go up the spiral staircase.” Yvette stood to one side whilst the two girls started to climb the stairs. Yvette stepped closely to him and whispered in his ear. “Just follow you might enjoy the view, in the Swinging Sixties the London buses had such staircases to the upper decks so we thought we'd bring back a bit of history.” Colin started to climb behind the girls glancing up and enjoying the view of abbreviated knickers and stockings that the short flouncy skirts exposed, when they reached the top Maurice met them stepping out of a hidden elevator. He entered a number on the keypad and the four of them entered the club sitting room.
“Mr. Worsley, your visitor is here Mr. Colin Lyon.” Mr. Worsley was seated on a small settee that was on one side of a coffee table Colin sat down on the settee opposite. Megan wondered what to do but noticed other girls dressed as they were where being asked for cups of tea, cakes and coffee. She sat down quickly next to Mr. Worsley, Brittany followed her lead and sat next to Colin. He had a broad scouse accent when he spoke “It's an old family firm set up in Liverpool by my grandfather when he arrived as a deckhand on a sailing boat back in the 19th century but there is no one to take over from me and I'm at an age when its getting a little too much. The workers are all practically family, some are second or third generation with the company so I don't want to sell to some bloody accountants who'll throw them all out of work.” Colin sort to reassure him, “I've over a hundred companies now much like yours, still being run in the traditional manner. We've had to cut back sometimes in some areas but with over a hundred companies we've managed to find jobs for those workers we need to cut back on. In the main we do central services to look after the payroll and red tape.”
Whilst this was going on, Brittany had noticed a waitress kneeling on the arms of an armchair. Her skirt was raised and it appeared she was getting a good tonguing from the occupant. She watched as another waitress was summoned to another elderly gent and motioned to kneel on the arms of the armchair. She thought she'd better look occupied so slid her hand over Colin's thigh and unzipped him slipping her hand through the gap. Megan looked blank for a moment but then caught on she'd better look occupied. She lent across and undid Mr. Worsley's flies and quickly fished his rod out. Somehow it didn't seem right to touch it directly with her fingers so she wrapped her silk handkerchief round it and rubbed gently. “These aren't the usual waitresses?” Mr Worsley remarked, “They're my students.” Replied Colin. “I suppose they've trying to influence me into giving the company away?” Megan had him hard now and was running her thumb over the tip. It was just like the back row of the movie theatre really with Josh, trying to satisfy him without going all the way. “Is she succeeding?” Asked Colin in an interested voice. The answer was a spurt of sperm that dribbled over Megan's fingers much to her shock. Brittany tried hard not to giggle, it was even harder when Colin whispered in her ear, “I take it Megan was practising her physics by producing a shock from rubbing a scrap of silk along an ebony rod?” Brittany coughed and hid her face against Colin's chest whilst she regained her composure. “So where did your grandfather come from?” she enquired doing her social bit when she could keep her face straight. “Jamaica, he was trusted and loading at the docks when he heard the crew saying it was a pity they couldn't find a few more crew, so he decided to leave the plantation and become a stowaway so he wouldn't get the crew in trouble then worked his passage once they'd left harbour. Mind you the family troubles all started in West Africa. My great-great-grandfather was persuaded to take a cruise to the Americas.”
Mr. Worsley looked down at Megan, “Well if you'll look after it all for me and pay my care home fees at the country club I think we'll call that a deal. I'd thought about just staying here but they tell me they can't get the nursing staff for love nor money, and the fees are a third the price at their country club.”
Brittany looked down at her watch, what time did the waitresses change their uniform? One came out through the door to the kitchen wearing the tea time version of the uniform with exposed nipples. “I think it was time we were leaving.”
Megan looked at Brittany in the lift, “I've just realised why they sent us up the spiral staircase rather than use the lift everything must have been on display, why didn't you tell me?” “You were half way up before it clicked so I thought it better not to say anything.” Downstairs they changed into their new summer dresses. “They don't seem to cover much more than the waitress uniforms?” Hazarded Colin looking at the hem line that seemed to be a mere half inch below the crotch and spaghetti shoulder straps. “Yes but we picked these out, besides it was hot on the underground and we'll be cooler in them.” “I want to rub my bum up against the crotch of one of those overpaid suited bank workers to see if I can get him hard or even sticky.”
On the tube it was evening rush hour, Megan was soon squeezed between two suits wiggling her bum as she put it. Brittany just wrapped her arms round Colin as he hung onto the strap. “Rest your other hand on my bum.” Colin looked down at her “Its been groped at least four times and I'd rather it was you than some stranger, you never know where their hands have been.” The lurching carriage meant their legs were between each other and Colin was afraid he might disgrace himself as Brittany ground herself into his crotch.
They got off at the train terminus and made their way to the correct platform. Brittany dashed into Marks and Spencer's and came out with a bag full of sandwiches. “They've got a sixty five different sandwiches in there. Brown bread, white bread, Cornish Brie and bacon, all sorts of things with ham and prawns.” She looked at Megan, “Those guys on the tube you were going to get all sticky?” Megan looked down, “OhMyGod, its not them its me.” “Virgin won't like you dribbling on their nice 1st class seats will they?” Megan looked stricken. “Never mind we can clean you up a bit before we get on the train.” Brittany guided them to the back of the platform, put your hands on his shoulders.” Colin was puzzled at this command but Megan did as she was bid. “Now if Mr. Lyon would just put his hand under the front of your dress it will look a bit naughty but not nearly as naughty as Megan appearing to masturbate in public.”
Brittany stepped closer to shield the pair. “Now slip your finger up her so it gets covered in her juices.” She turned to Megan “I told you that tiny flimsy pair of knickers wouldn't stop any juices running down no matter how attractive they look.” Megan held her head in shame, then raised her eyes to Colin's “Please sir put your finger up me, it's the only way, the rest will dry off but what's in there will dribble out slowly, if you scoop out most then it will be fine.” Colin found his finger slid into Megan easily, “Wiggle it round a bit so its get coated then pull it out.” He lifted his liberally coated finger out, “Stick it in your mouth and lick the juices off.” Colin gulped then did as he was told. “Doesn't taste bad does she?” Colin nodded in agreement, “Try for another finger full.”
They grabbed a four-seat table and Megan took the window seat, sitting on a folded pair of jeans whilst Brittany shared out the sandwiches. “You know I was reading in a history book they used to serve meals on trains at one time.” “Still we get free coffee these days in first class.”
“You've rearranged the office?” Well I thought we have the space and I could hire a new receptionist to guard us.” “Oh is that the bottle blonde with the red nails, four inch heels reading a romance paperback?” “She's called Amy and I'd like you to be nice to her and if you have anything simple you could delegate pass it on to her. Mrs. Hodgkins has her own office now and I thought I might like to see you dressed in your new summer dresses or other dress code items that Annette has sent you.” “Without causing a riot in the office you mean.” “Dresses with stockings?” Megan gave him a very hard stare so he threw her a pair of totally indecent black sheer knickers at her. Brittany put her tongue out. They compromised a little though and wore more revealing clothes than they might have done in a normal office much to Colin's satisfaction. Wearing jeans to work then getting changed in their private suite's wash room much to Amy's private amusement.
Colin looked through the results of the calculations. “There's something not quite right here. It should be at least 100,000 less.” He sat by Brittany as she verified her work. “Whoops I should have included that figure in the total shouldn't I?” Megan looked across “Oh wicked sinner! I think you should put her over your knee.” “Your wish is my command.” Brittany found herself across his knee. Megan stepped up and hoisted Brittany's summer dress up exposing her bum, then pulled down her apology for knickers. “I didn't think they would offer much protection against being spanked.” “Who said anything about being spanked? Modern management practises say its better to reward your employees than punish them.” She produced a battery power massager from her bag and held it high between Brittany's thighs, easing it up towards her crotch, ignoring Brittany's protests. “Now just slide your finger up her fanny.” There was a screech of protest from Brittany, “What's wrong you told him to put his finger up mine so why can't I tell him to put it up yours.” “She's very moist.” “Good wiggle it around and I'll press the toy against her as well.”
Fifteen long minutes later Colin sensed Brittany flop. “Just scoop her up and hold her in your lap whilst she recovers perhaps give her a kiss better. Now the theory is you promise to give her a treat again every time she gets her sums right.” “Megan gets treated too?” Came a soft whisper near his ear.
“You know we've done well this year, I think we all deserve a vacation before you start your courses. Maurice gave me a brochure for their country club, there's all sorts of things we can do, horse riding for one, Annette sent you up some suitable jodhpurs, and they have an indoor gym with rocking horses if its raining. Just think Megan you can do your physics experiments with a silk cloth and an ebony rod again. I'm sure Mr. Worsley would be appreciative.”
Megan thought quickly, “Have you thought about a staycation? They're very fashionable at the moment. We could hire Paige to cook for us. She adores cooking.” Brittany grabbed her mobile quickly and rang Paige. “Just get here as fast as you can.” Megan curled up on Colin's lap, Brittany gave his neck and shoulders a gentle massage. “It would be so much cosier than some stuffy country club and we could wear the waitress uniforms for you, even the five o'clock and evening ones.” Colin dozed off in a warm haze. The door quietly opened and Brittany slipped away to brief Paige in the next office. “But I can't wear this” she motioned down to the sheer school girl's blouse without breast pockets worn with a quarter cup bra, “Its indecent.” “It pays really well, like all your tuition fees.” Paige looked at herself in the mirror “Well I suppose if we're doing it we'd better do it right, got any rouge for my nipples?” Brittany frowned then pulled out a bright red lipstick. “Better than rouge.” She applied it to her lips then undid the blouse so Paige's nipples were completely exposed before suckling them. Leaving both nipples hard surrounded by a bright red lip imprint on both breasts. “Yes I can see that might have an impact.” Paige looked down at the glimpses of thigh showing between her stocking tops and the short pleated skirt. “It won't give him a heart attack will it?” “You never know.” Together hand in hand they returned to where Colin was being fondled by Megan.
He looked up at the two girls entering his office. Well a small collection of students wouldn't break the bank and you never know Paige might even be able to cook, if not he could send her on a course.
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Collector, The - Karen Blayne