Oh bye the way, red tape first.

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Luv Karen


Don't you think my new word-processor is cool? I think 
it is its so cool it even guesses the words before I 
type them in. Anyway I just had to try it out just to 
show you how good it is and to show off my new lap 
top.

Still I'm getting ahead of myself we haven't even been 
introduced yet have we? I'm Sara, Karen's sister and I 
live with three other guys, Sally, Megan and Asami in 
this like really cool house that used to be my Great 
Aunt Julie's house before she died. You must remember 
Karen, she got the cat-sitting job. Anyway Dad fixed 
it up so that I get to live in Great Aunt Julie’s 
place whilst the estate is settled and I don't have to 
move out until I finish college. In fact its the only 
reason I got to college in the first place without the 
house I couldn't have afforded to live and the local 
colleges just didn't do the sort of courses a girl 
needs to get on in life. You really must write to your 
congressman, MP, Senator or someone and demand more 
local courses in advanced calculus and statistics. I 
still can't afford to live so that's where the others 
help out, Sally's mum pays the hydro and water, and 
she’s always on at us to share a bath or a shower with 
a friend, I mean to say should parents even know about 
these things? Needless to say Megan and Sally do it to 
me all the time but that’s not the point is it? Megan 
likes to soap my back whilst Sally does my front. I 
didn’t know you had to have a soapy finger up your bum 
every day until Megan explained all about personal 
hygiene to me. Then Sally explained that to be really 
certain I was thoroughly clean I had to have a soapy 
finger up my pussy as well. I used to be able to 
shower in like 10 minutes but sharing with Megan and 
Sally takes like forever. At least 20 minutes and then 
I have to be very carefully dried with big fluffy 
towels afterwards. Megan hasn't much money, but she 
stretches our food budget and she sews. Great Aunt 
Julie had cupboards full of material and such, Megan 
plays with the patterns and when she makes us 
something it really fits, you know you don't have to 
turn it up or anything. I have like one free day a 
week from classes so I temp those days, usually as a 
receptionist, since Megan ran me up some short skirts 
with matching thongs I get more jobs and much better 
pay. Finally Asami who wiggles her butt in some sleazy 
bar or other when the food cupboard gets really bare.

Anyway it all started when Karen’s landlord went 
shopping at one of the .dot coms that had gone under. 
Apparently he hired 23 programmers and put a bid in 
for the office furniture of $501 because he fancied 
one of the chairs and ended up with every thing 
because his was the highest bid when the auctioneer 
said no cheques or credit cards. Karen rang me and 
asked if I still wanted a laptop so I said fine but 
was there anything for the others. Three days later a 
huge lorry roles up full of boxes so we dumped them 
down the basement. ( Don’t you just love the word 
lorry? Megan came up with it one day in scrabble. 
Apparently she came across it in her modern history 
course something about the second world war and the 
Brits and Yanks using different words for the same 
thing, anyway for those Americans who haven’t taken 
modern history courses it’s a sort of truck but more 
English. You know the drivers drink cups of tea when 
they are driving. ) I unpacked a laptop but it kept 
asking me for a password and I couldn’t make sense of 
all the other bits.

So Monday I went into the office. It’s a book 
publisher and its been building its own database to 
feed the big web sites databases. Paul does that. He 
talks the strange computer language you know the PMON 
and SMON thing. Anyway some days he spends all day and 
night worshipping the stupid thing. The other girls in 
the office told me that he just isn’t interested in 
anything female, and they had tried. I saw them try as 
well. OMyGod I blush when I think about it. Taking 
their bras off in the wash room and then leaning 
forward to ask him if he’d like a coffee. Or if he’d 
like some milk in his coffee wiggling their chests, 
adjusting their garter belts and stockings when they 
thought he was coming. Stockings! I mean who wears 
stockings these days? Invites to lunch, coffee, 
slumber parties. I mean poor guy, the only male under 
50 in an office of unmarried girls and the questions 
they asked the guy. I mean to say no subtlety at all.

Monday morning Paul has been in all weekend doing his 
thing when he sees me he asks me to look through his 
logic with him. He’s so cute when he does that, I can 
usually spot the error pretty quickly but I usually 
ask him to explain the bit with the error to me so I 
can follow it and he finds it himself a few minutes 
later. Karen taught me to do that, apparently it makes 
them feel better if they spot it themselves. Anyway he 
curls up on his sleeping mat under my desk and goes to 
sleep. It’s a normal sort of morning, I change out of 
the jeans I came in into a flared short skirt and slip 
into stockings and garter belt about 9:15, with a 
ivory thong panty. Megan had found a tiny scrap of 
honiton lace on a roller in Aunt Julie’s house, she 
showed me how it was made just to finish it off. 
OhMyGod the amount of work in it flipping the bobbins 
just to finish it off, it takes ages to make an inch 
of that stuff. So anyway I flash my hand made lacy 
ivory panties at Mr. Wilkins when he arrives at 9:30, 
oops politically incorrect, Dave some how I prefer to 
call him Mr. Wilkins. You know the really nice thing 
about having dark pubic hair is the way the pattern 
shows up with lace panties. Any way after flashing 
Dave I go and do some filing in his office. You know I 
had to rearrange the files so that most get put in the 
bottom drawer first then moved to the correct drawer 
later. Mr. Wilkins is so sweet he asks for me 
specially and pays me thrice the normal rate. Then I 
go back to the reception desk. I’ve been discreetly 
and subtlety working on Paul for weeks now. I 
fantasize about him asking me out in a month or two, a 
white wedding…. That bastard still hasn’t proposed yet 
never mind asked me out. Paul stirs below so I follow 
mummy’s advice for how to treat bastards but only 
nudge rather than kick him in the balls with my big 
toe. He stretches slightly and takes my other big toe 
in his mouth. He’s done it before, I melt perhaps 
three bridesmaids… and still have to answer the phone. 
"Mrs. Wilkins I’m sorry he’s tied up in a meeting at 
the moment would you like me to take a message?" He’s 
actually tied up by Sandra and Beth. They haven’t a 
brain between the two of them so have to fuck Dave 
stupid to keep their jobs. Sandra’s fun, blonde when 
she remembers to get her hair dyed, with the sort of 
breasts that appeal to American men’s mother fixation. 
Beth thinks its really cool to be a red head, I just 
have to remain her when her blonde roots show. Dave 
adores being tied up but apparently his wife doesn’t 
understand him and I think its great cause he needs me 
to come in one day a week and sort everything out.

Anyway one of the buyers from one of the big web sites 
comes in. Paul is caressing my ankle as well as 
licking my big toe through my stockings. "Mr. Rump to 
see Mr. Wilkins, I’ve come to offer him a better place 
on our search engine list when it selects books for 
our readers." He barked. Since they are one of our 
largest customers I flip the switch to announce his 
arrival on Mr. Wilkins’s speakerphone and decide to 
put him in the boardroom with a cup of coffee. I lift 
Paul’s hands from my thigh and stand up smoothing my 
skirt down. I ask Mr. Grump to follow me into the 
boardroom and feel his eyes following every swish of 
my skirt, so I break into the Asami special wiggle 
walk. Asami taught me one of her routines for walking 
through the sleazy club and making sure everyone’s 
eyes were on her butt and not anyone else’s. Its kinda 
fun the aim is to swirl your hemline so that it 
promises a glimpse of something at any second but not 
actually show any thing. It’s actually a lot harder 
than it looks but great fun.

I sit him down in a comfortable leather chair and pop 
a video in the projector to keep him quiet. "Mr. 
Wilkins will be free in a moment or two, I’ll just put 
on a new line we were thinking of publishing about the 
winter Olympics". It’s a special one that starts with 
series of views of the Alps and goes on to describe 
some of the Olympic winter sports, it starts off 
innocent enough but then goes onto show some of the 
athletics competing in their own version of bedroom 
sports after the official games. I popped in to the 
office and dragged Sandra off Mr. Wilkins. "It’s not 
fair, Beth got to have an orgasm with his penis inside 
her why can’t I have one too?" she pouted. I 
unbuttoned Sandra’s blouse another button, patted her 
on her fanny and sent her directly in her aroused 
state to ask Mr. Grump just how he wanted his coffee. 
Then I made it just the way that was on his personal 
contact information on the computer, that’s where I 
found out about his fixation with Sandra’s chest, and 
gave it to Sandra to take back in together with her 
mug. Paul brought her special one at one of his 
conventions, it has "Blonde Sandra’s Mug" on one side 
and "Please Speak Slowly" on the other. She is so 
sweet, she still hasn’t got it yet but it’s a present 
from Paul so she is very proud of it and uses it all 
the time. Actually she lives with her mother and Beth 
swears that one night the two were going out when her 
mother cautioned her from the front door "Now don’t 
forget if you're not in bed by midnight, come home 
dear."

I button up Mr. Wilkins shirt and tie his tie for him, 
pick up a steno pad and walk him to the conference 
room door. I check my watch, should be on an innocent 
bit now and we walk in. I turn the projector off and 
sit down opposite Mr. Grump who is looking decidedly 
warm.

Mr. Rump wants another 10% discount for arranging our 
books to be a bit higher on their recommended list. 
They already get the highest discount, 45%, that we 
give any one. Mr. Wilkins looks like he is going to 
give in when I cross my legs and give Mr. Rump a flash 
of panty. "3.5% on the Westerns 3% on the Romance and 
Sandra can discuss the details with you over lunch?" I 
counter, Mr. Wilkins looks at me askance. "7%" 
counters Mr. Rump. Sandra wanders in, in response to 
my text message. "Mr. Rump is feeling a trifle 
peckish, would you mind very much taking him out to 
lunch? I’ll arrange a car for twenty minutes time? Now 
were we? 2% was the figure we agreed on wasn’t it?" 
Mr. Grump nodded in agreement and I hustled Mr. 
Wilkins outside. "I do the books remember? We couldn’t 
afford 10%." "If only we could sell directly to our 
public and omit the web books sellers." Paul put up 
his head over the edge of the desk, "No problem Dave, 
just buy me a few computers and we’ll set up Sara’s 
Book Store with just our own books at 15% off list 
price and make a bomb."

I called Asami and she arranged with Trish to impress 
and a record of the event? First the club’s limo to 
come and pick up Sandra and grump. Beth and the other 
girls went down the elevator with Sandra and Mr. Rump 
to inspect the limo and see if it was as long and had 
as many seats as their graduation night ones. The 
amount of time they spend bragging about their 
graduation limos its like so who cares? I mean mine 
was 60 feet long, had seats for 85 people and flexed 
in the middle. Paul was standing next to the office 
door still talking to Dave about if only he brought 
Paul another five Proliants Sara’s book store could 
open in a week’s time. I still not sure what they are 
but apparently they like to hunt in packs, sorry live 
in racks.

I wondered off since every one was ignoring me. I 
picked up my handbag and was looking inside in case 
Megan had made me a sandwich or some such, she does 
these really cool things with bread and when she does 
I just give her my lunch money. I suddenly heard what 
sounded like a road hammer drill, but we were on the 
13 th floor? The door burst open and three teens 
dashed in. Dave and Paul had guns held against their 
heads. "Fuck Off PIG!!". I still feel shaken and very 
sad about what happened next. That was Paul they were 
holding, my Paul and he hadn’t even asked me out yet. 
No way was this going to happen. Dave asked them to 
put the guns down and got a "Fuck You!!" for his 
trouble. I quietly eased the Glock from my bag and 
slid in the magazine. Then I was on the range, pace it 
at 10 shots in 5 seconds, the hostage range, the 
difficult one, head shots only partially screened by 
hostages. Two shots in the center target, two in the 
far, then two in the near. God the Glock is much 
louder without ear defenders.

I held the gun covering the center target and asked 
Paul and Dave to step a side and then come behind me. 
You don’t think of them as people just targets.

After a few seconds a hesitant "Hello, Police Here" 
came from outside. I called out we were going to open 
the door slowly and motioned to Paul to do so. The gun 
came in first. Followed by a uniformed policeman who 
looked down at the three bodies on the floor. "I’m 
sorry but I think they’re dead." I lowered the gun and 
took the magazine out and emptied the chamber putting 
the gun on the table in front of me. I looked at Paul, 
"Just hold me" and broke into tears.

Mean while Sandra was arriving at the Blue lagoon. 
Jean-Pierre, the chef at the club, had started his own 
five star restaurant up a couple of times but had gone 
bankrupt when times were hard. So these days he was a 
bit depressed but did the food at the club and 
occasionally indulged himself in his dreams. 
Especially when it was quiet. At Trish’s words the 
pristine white table cloth came out, glasses were 
polished and the silverware placed in position, 
certainment Jean-Pierre could prepare lunch for two 
people, two people huh, he would prepare the lunch for 
a dozen! Since it was Monday lunch time the club was 
very quiet, in fact none of the dancers had turned up 
so Trish called up Jennifer, one of the local modern 
dance students to see if she was available and could 
find anyone else at short notice. Next Trish made a 
couple more phone calls, well if Jean-Pierre was 
cooking and she was supposed to arrange something to 
impress they might was well do two or three more 
tables whilst they were at it. Why not go the whole 
hog, she quickly changed into a french maid’s outfit 
complete with cap and white lace ribbons streaming 
down the her back.

Ten minutes later Jennifer rolled up with her 
boyfriend Henri and Patricia. Apparently they were 
supposed to be rehearsing that afternoon but if Trish 
didn’t mind they could run through one of their 
routines and possibly spice it up a little towards the 
end. Trish had little choice but to agree and the 
three went off to change into their costumes. 

When Sandra and Mr. Rump arrived Trish showed them to 
their table. "Tits and Ass" she reminded herself, 
"Tits and Ass". She brought out a sealed bottle of Tio 
Pepe bending forward to show her cleavage at its best, 
"A small glass of dry sherry to start sir?" She looked 
at Sandra and brought forth a sealed bottle of Bristol 
Cream, this time making sure to push her ass back 
towards Mr. Rump, showing her panties below her skirt 
and petticoats . "Perhaps Madame would care for a 
sweeter sherry?" Sandra through hers back in a single 
gulp. "Not bad but the glasses are a bit small aren’t 
they. Where are the powder rooms?" Mr. Rump looked a 
bit unsure and Sandra disappeared to powder her nose. 
Trish took Mr. Rump’s serviette and placed on his lap 
pulling a chair up next to his so her leg brushed his. 
She smoothed the serviette out and left her hand on 
his thigh as she gently chatted to him to set him at 
his ease. "Relax the bill is all taken care of, set 
menu I’m afraid but I’m quite certain Jean-Pierre’s 
Duck a l’Orange will meet with your full approval. 
It’s been served to quite a few heads of state when he 
worked in the embassy in France." Mr. Grump seemed a 
bit put out when he found the meal was a set menu but 
relaxed under Trish’s flattering and gentle caresses.

Meanwhile Jennifer had met Sandra in the wash room 
assumed she was another dancer and taken a look at her 
ensemble. "OhMyGod haven’t you got anything to change 
into?" "No, should I?". She took her by the hand and 
dragged her off downstairs. "Come on we’ve barely got 
time to see Jonathan."

They entered a plain green door with a discreet brass 
plaque. "Jonathan’s designs" just three doors down 
from the Bar and climbed the stairs. "Jonathan love 
you just simply have to find this poor girl something 
suitable to wear, something special. She’s simply got 
to have impact." Jonathan looked up from his sketches 
then minced across the floor. "I simply have to fly, 
anyway its on the Blue Lagoon’s tab" and with that she 
disappeared down the stairs murmuring "I’m late, I’m 
late". "Well let’s see, twirl round for me. Yes, yes 
let me think. Something special, we definitely want to 
empathize the front, but long skirt perhaps with a 
slit. I think you could just about carry a deep red. 
Step this way now the Blue Lagoon uses halogens let me 
just put the spots on you, that’s it hold the material 
against your skin, no try the other, back to the 
first. Yes…" "Right now just step out of your clothes. 
All of them let’s start at the skin and work out." He 
turned his back and went to a rack at the back. "You 
can step behind the screen if you want to but I’ve 
seen it all before. Now if you were a young man that 
would be quite quite different ducks, I’d be right 
behind you and the screen of course." "Now lets have a 
better look. Love the nipples, give them a squeeze for 
me, harden them up a little, dear." Sandra was a bit 
confused but if it got her male attention, he was male 
wasn’t he, still attention was attention as her mother 
always said, and for attention she was willing to make 
her nipples stand out. Jonathan walked round 
inspecting, "A touch of rouge first, a touch of 
Victoriana? Perhaps, yes, no, maybe, oui, I think you 
are the chosen one for La Dress!" He put a spot of 
makeup on her nipples to darken them and then 
disappeared between two racks and came back with a 
black corset trimmed with white lace.. "Try this." The 
corset pushed her upfronts up and forward leaving her 
nipples exposed framed with a white lace fringe. He 
pulled the laces a little tighter until Sandra could 
hardly breath. "Yes, Oh yes sweetie I think we have 
the basics done. Here catch". He threw over a pair of 
black Dior seamed stockings. "Heavens above don’t they 
teach you girls how to treat stockings these days? 
Much as it goes against my principles to even touch." 
He shuddered at the thought then unfolded the 
stockings and carefully rolled each one up a leg and 
attached it at the top. Then he took up a black pair 
of panties that bulged just slightly at the front. The 
back seemed to be two thongs and slid them up her 
legs. A rather tall pair of heels followed not too 
uncomfortable but not the 3 inch heels she would 
normally wear to work.

Then he came back with La Dress. Dark red velvet with 
a full length skirt, Sandra thought it was gorgeous. 
She climbed into it and Jonathon adjusted a bit here 
and there. She was quite surprised to hear the sound 
of velcro as he drew the waist in tighter. She looked 
at the full length mirror it really did set off her 
best asserts perfectly. A little low cut perhaps but 
if you’ve got them flaunt them. As she turned she saw 
that the slit moved apart just giving a tiny 
suggestion of a glimpse of stocking top. "Twirl, and 
back, One of my better efforts I think, Oh Jonathan 
sweetie you really are so good at this designing but 
if only I had a man to work on". Jonathan shook his 
head and minced once more across to a door at the back 
of the workroom and lead her down a corridor through 
another door and she was back once more in the Club. 
Coming out just behind Mr. Rump and who was that 
sitting far too close to him. She walked over and gave 
Mr. Rump a kiss on the head.

"You didn’t miss me did you sweetheart?" "Do you like 
my new dress," she twirled then sank down opposite, 
smiling, bending forward to give him the full effect 
of the new dress. She dismissed Trish with "Is my soup 
ready yet?" Trish recognized Jonathan’s dream and 
murmured "Ah La Dress" to her herself as she walked 
away.

"Welcome to the Blue Lagoon its Monday and today we 
have something very special for you. A team of dancers 
from the local dance school who are here to give you 
their interpretation of the pearl dance and so now a 
big hand please for our guests today." The DJ played 
some 1920’s music and the three dancers commenced. Two 
dressed in flapper outfits twirling their beads that 
hung down from their necks in front of them. Sandra 
relaxed, her mother had warned her that the Blue 
Lagoon was not the sort of place she should be seen 
in. But this was so respectable. Real ironed white 
tablecloth, proper thin crystal ware and a girl could 
tell it was real silver cutlery from the hallmarks on 
the back. There were three other tables with 
tablecloths and dark suited businessmen sat around 
them.

Trish wandered back with china soup bowls and a soup 
tureen. She ladled soup in to both bowls and 
unfortunately turned with the ladle so that a drop 
landed on La Dress. "Oh I’m sorry let me take care of 
that for you". She bent and lifted away part of the 
dress that covered Sandra’s breasts. "I’ll soon clean 
it up and we can put it back". She breezed away 
leaving Sandra with her hands over her breasts 
shielding them from Mr. Rump’s very interested gaze. 
"Now now my dear I think you really should eat your 
soup up before it gets cold. Don’t worry about showing 
your breasts I find they are quite the most attractive 
I’ve ever seen." Sandra thought for a moment, Oh well 
what ever. She lowered her hands and started on her 
soup. She looked down and saw how the top of her dress 
was just level with her corset. No it must be 
coincidence. I mean who would construct a dress of 
velvet that was velcroed together. 

The policeman was very nice. He asked me did I have a 
permit for the gun. I explained I was only carrying it 
to meet granddad after work. It was one sport that he 
and I could share. I’d started shooting a bit better 
than him on targets so I’d switched to combat rapid 
fire so I didn’t beat him too often. Grandma said he 
was easier to live with when we did something together 
but a bit different. He looked at the three bodies and 
I explained I was frightened as they had their guns 
jammed against Dave’s and Paul’s heads and they might 
shoot Paul. The policeman mentioned that they had just 
shot his partner of twenty years with their UZIs and 
if I hadn’t shot them he might had done so anyway. 
Then he thought again and suggested that we switch 
barrels since he had the same model and the story 
would be that he had come in to check on… Did Mr. 
Wilkins have a car? What was the registration number? 
Right, he’d come up to check up on the car, parked in 
the wrong zone, and the kids had burst in once he was 
there seized Mr. Wilkins and unfortunately he’d had to 
shoot them. 

To simplify matters he thought Paul should just take 
me home and we simply were never there. The 
alternative would be a media blitz about a beautiful 
girl, and there was a danger that some gang member 
would seek revenge. He did say he was thankful that 
two were white and only one was black. Mr. Wilkins 
nodded his agreement and then the Policeman called for 
three ambulances. Apparently he wasn’t allowed to say 
they were dead that would be done by someone else. I 
thought he was rather nice, especially calling me 
beautiful. As we left he was shaking his head saying 
no one was going to believe he had shot three crazies 
armed with UZIs especially as each had been shot in 
exactly the same place with two shots each. "They know 
my shooting, I’m lucky if I get 5 out of 10 on the 
target never mind miss a hostage at the same time." 
Dave ran downstairs to move his car to a tow away 
zone. Paul picked up my bag, and put the Glock back in 
its inner cover. Then he took me downstairs as I was 
weeping all the time. I noticed his car was 
comfortable but I still can’t remember much about the 
trip home. 

The three dance students ran through their routine. 
Behind them the DJ had put a series of images from the 
1920s. Jennifer and Patricia managed to lose their 
dresses and continued to flap in their 1920’s style 
underwear. Trish thought hard and then inspired by the 
pearl beads the girls had looped round their necks 
asked the DJ to announce a bicycle race. Two racing 
bicycles with drop handle bars and high seats where 
brought onto the stage and placed on rollers facing 
away from each other, the small rear wheels touching. 
Jennifer and Patricia looked at each other. "Now if 
the contestants would care to mount." Two butts where 
thrust high in the air nearly touching as well. 
Jennifer’s boyfriend looked puzzled and stepped off 
the stage. Trish whispered in his ear. A huge grin 
appeared. He put on a false moustache and took up a 
top hat and remounted. "Ladies and Gentlemen for my 
next act of disappearance I shall require the 
assistance of this charming young maid." "Now my dear 
what have you today to defeat the Great Senior Henri?" 
In an aside to the audience " Yesterday it was pigeon, 
the day before a rabbit but I remain undefeated and 
today you my audience will judge whether my 
disappearing act has succeeded." Trish held out a 
silver tray upon which was a long string of pearls. 
Henri tried to slip them under his hat but they 
trickled out behind his ear. "Failure!" came the cry 
from the floor. Henri looked affronted, then he looked 
around and then with an evil gleam in his eye walked 
over and behind the two cyclists and rubbed his hands 
together. He undid the chain of pearls and took one 
end and held it up to the audience with his left hand. 
He motioned to Trish to come forward once more, this 
time there was a pair of scissors on the tray. He put 
down the string of pearls and pivoted the first 
bicycle so the seat was towards the audience. The 
audience could see that the seat had a cut away at the 
rear so the crotch was fully exposed. He pulled the 
loose 1920’s style panties away from the girls’ crotch 
and cut them through with the scissors. Next he 
started to feed the string of pearls one bead at a 
time into the exposed pussy. When he had nearly fed 
half the string in he asked for a volunteer from the 
audience, and looked directly at Mr. Rump. Mr. Rump 
was directed to hold the string of pearls whilst Henri 
turned the other cyclist. He cut away her panties and 
touched her crotch with his finger and held it up. He 
shook his head and motioned for the tray once more. 
This time he took up a small thin vibrator, he turned 
it on and held it near the microphone so everyone 
could hear the buzz. Then he caressed the unfilled 
butt with circular motions, finally he inserted the 
vibrator. He counted to fifty slowly then removed the 
vibrator and laid it once more on the tray. He took 
his finger and once more inserted it, this time it 
gleamed as he took it out. He took the end of the 
string of pearls and started to feed it into the 
exposed glistening vulva. When only a short length was 
left he pivoted both bicycles until they were back 
wheel to back wheel once more. Trish picked up the 
remote control that Jonathan had handed her earlier. 
She switched it on to the slowest speed and watched 
Sandra’s face as the slight bulge in her panties took 
on a life of its own. 

He fed a few more pearls into each slit until the 
string was tight. Then motioned to Mr. Rump to just 
hold the string as it showed as the girls bums 
touched. He turned to the audience who were by now 
absolutely silent. "I think you will accept that Henri 
has once again made the item disappear? Thank you, 
Thank you" As he took a bow.

"And now for the cycle race." He produced a stage gun 
and held it up, There was a small pop and a flag 
popped out of the end with the word bang written on 
it. The DJ switched the feed to the rear projectors. 
This time you could see each girls face in close up 6 
feet high as they slowly moved their legs in the cycle 
race. One of the suited businessmen looked up at the 
DJ and held out five fingers. The DJ nodded and 
announced over the loud speakers, "Now just to make it 
interesting for our two student contestants we have a 
corporate sponsor who just offered a bursaries of $500 
to the winner". Another pair of hands at a second 
table were raised this time with ten fingers. "I’m 
sorry we now have two bursaries the second is for 
$1,000 so now the first prize will be $1,000 and the 
second $500. I would remind you that we can arrange 
for full tax deductions for any further bursary 
offers." He paused and looked hopeful. "There was I 
hoping to take a modern music course next year. Oh 
well. By the way folks those racing bicycles have soft 
gel seats and at the angle those girls are racing at 
their clitoris will soon be getting all sorts of 
stimulation." The girls started to really race now. 
"Oh we have geared the bikes so they will have to each 
cycle the equivalent of 5 miles to cross the winning 
line which you can see at the edge of the stage. Each 
100 yards they cycle will draw out another pearl from 
inside and I’ve been told by a previous contestant 
they will be very sensitive to each withdrawal. And 
just to help you cheer your girl on all those on the 
same side as the winning girl get a token for a free 
beer and a free lap dance on Friday night." The room 
suddenly became a mass of encouraging shouts. This 
contest was for real.

He pulled up in the drive, came round and opened my 
door for me. Then he scooped me up and carried me to 
the door, it felt so nice to have someone strong to 
protect me. Megan had the door open "Hi Blushing 
Bride". Paul tried to explain that it wasn’t like that 
at all. "Oops sorry it’s just the landlord, drunk 
again is she? Just put her down on the couch." I asked 
him in. As he put me down on the couch his cuff caught 
and his shirt button came off. "Darn another shirt to 
be thrown away". Megan put her head out of the kitchen 
then stormed across the room. "What throw out a 
perfectly good shirt for the sake of a button. Take it 
off and hand it over this instant." Megan can be a bit 
bossy at times. I got up whilst Paul took his shirt 
off and sat down in his lap and ran my fingers through 
his hair on his chest. We might just have had our 
heads together when Asami arrived, "OhMyGod a naked 
man! Hey so how come you started tonight’s orgy 
without me?" I could murder that girl sometimes. I 
threatened to double her rent. She stepped round and 
saw it was I on the couch. "Oops sorry landlord, you 
weren’t supposed to find out about it". She turned to 
Paul "and you must be Paul." Paul nodded "You’re the 
only boy Sara even mentions by name and you mustn’t 
take what I say seriously about the orgy, it was only 
wishful thinking." I blushed, Paul blushed a bright 
pink as well as Asami’s words sank in. Asami sailed 
off into the kitchen, "What’s cooking tonight 
something special or is it cat food again?". "But I 
like cat food, gooey braised steak and fries is like 
great. I mean Kitty likes it too don’t you soft paws? 
We think its great cat food." Kitty is the sort of cat 
who lives around Megan whenever she is in the kitchen.


He kept his arm round me and we talked. He asked if I 
had been shooting long, so I told him just long enough 
to be tried out for the Olympics squad once. I told 
him I only did it to keep granddad happy because he 
didn’t have a grandson. He asked if I hadn’t been 
afraid of missing. So I told him of course not, and 
that I could group ten shots rapid fire so they all 
hit a dime at 20 yards. I tried to reassure him about 
my shooting by saying I could see nearly six inches 
between him and Dave to hit the guy behind them and 
besides neither he or Dave were struggling. He went 
very quiet for a moment or two. I don’t think he liked 
to think of me sending two bullets quite so close to 
him. Nor that if he had moved suddenly I might not 
have missed him. I think he trusts me more now but 
even I wouldn’t want to go through it again. I still 
don’t know about whether guns should be allowed 
though. If the teens hadn’t had guns they would still 
be alive today. Even now if I hear someone say over my 
dead body I usually have a little sob.

Megan called grandma and explained a boy had asked me 
out for a first date tonight so could she explain to 
Granddad I couldn’t see him tonight. I looked at Megan 
"Well he hasn’t asked you yet but I’m cooking and he’s 
staying to dinner so that’s a date right? And it’s a 
first one right?" Paul turned to me and asked sweetly 
if he could spend the evening with me so that's how I 
got my first date with Paul.

Megan and Asami tactfully disappeared and Paul asked 
me about the laptop. I picked it up from besides the 
couch and passed it to him. He opened it up and typed 
in a password, it sprang to life. Apparently lots of 
people use the same common passwords and Paul just 
happened to know most of them. Megan put her head 
round the door and asked if he could find one for her 
in the basement. On the basement stairs Paul turned to 
me and kissed me. It was a nice comforting kiss, the 
second one deepened, the third just went on and on 
until Paul broke and mentioned the laptop in the 
basement. I showed him the boxes and his eyes lit up 
like a kid in a candy store. Words like "Do you know 
who many Oracle licenses you have here?", "Hey a real 
SAN" then a "Hey a whole rack of Proliants". Megan put 
her head through the door, "How about a Hey Megan’s 
lap top?"

When dinner was served I dragged him out of the 
basement. I think there must be something about men 
and computers in basements. They disappear and are 
rarely seen again unless its feeding time. Dad’s the 
same. But I suppose we did have a few and if you are 
into that sort of thing…

"Wow real home cooking, hey this is great. You know 
great food, a basement full of computers, my shirt 
buttons sewn on, when can I move in?" "Well you’ll 
have to sweet talk the landlady, but as long as you 
drive me to the supermarket and back I’m not 
objecting. I think you’ve have to share a bed with 
someone though we’re a bit short. Now I wonder who has 
an empty half of a double bed". Megan asked 
innocently. Paul turned to me. "On your knees and I 
want to hear how beautiful I am not how great the food 
is". He quite surprised me by quoting poetry to tell 
me how beautiful I was and would I have him to keep me 
warm at night? How could a girl resist? Asami insisted 
I try him out first before giving him an answer. Megan 
nodded her agreement. I took him by the hand and led 
him upstairs. We kissed and he undressed me. He kissed 
my neck, my cheeks, my breasts, his hands roamed 
freely over my body. I melted and felt sort of 
incomplete, the only thing I wanted was a desperate 
urge to have him inside me. I fumbled with his Levis 
thank god they have zips these days. It must have been 
awful with buttons. He wriggled out of them and I 
kicked my panties off. I just left my stockings on. It 
felt so right so I took hold of his penis and guided 
it inside me. There was a little discomfort and a bit 
of blood on the sheets afterwards. But it felt so 
right to lie there in his arms. When we got up he 
looked down at the sheets with a look of disbelief on 
his face. I nodded shyly. "It just sort of never 
happened, I wasn’t saving my self I just didn’t find 
the right person until now." "Know something? I hadn’t 
either." I gave him a special big hug. "So will I do?" 
I kissed him on the nose, "Maybe, I think I’ll have to 
try you out a couple more times just to be certain you 
understand and besides I don’t want to be alone 
tonight, hug me."

"So did he pass? If not I could always give him a few 
lessons." "Or me." "Or both together if he’s really 
slow." "Especially if he’s really slow". There were 
times when I regret being a landlady.

On stage two exhausted young ladies were helped off 
their bikes and went and sat at the business men’s 
tables to sort out the details of their prizes. Henri 
looked round there were still no other dancers around. 
He stepped off the stage and asked Sandra very 
politely and with style if he might have this dance, 
who could resist such charm, Sandra certainly 
couldn’t, and led her up onto the stage. He nodded to 
the DJ who put on an old Fred Astaire routine. He had 
two chairs and danced a simple tap dance routine that 
Sonia followed even though it had been years since she 
had tap danced. As he whirled her in his arms her 
dress lost a section here, and a section there, with a 
little help from Henri of course. The DJ’s voice came 
over the Tannoy system, and "And now here we have 
something very special, the Jonathan’s answer to the 
dance of the seven veils, the dance of La Dress." 
Sonia’s thoughts were "Oh well whatever, the attention 
is something quite, quite special." Soon Sonia was 
dancing in just her corset and stockings. Henri moved 
reversed his chair so the chair was facing away from 
the audience. Using the back as a support he danced 
sticking his derrière out behind. Sonia followed, 
giving the audience a clear view of her exposed slit 
through her crotchless panties. Henri reversed his 
chair and danced facing the audience, Sonia followed 
suit. Jennifer wasn’t terribly impressed seeing her 
Henri dancing with another, especially after she had 
worked so hard to gain the $1,000 bursary. She got up 
and walked to the back of the stage behind the two 
dancers, over to their box of stage props and pulled 
out a strap on dildo. She attached it and wiped it 
with a few drops of lubricant. Then she looked to the 
audience and motioned, thumbs up meant in it plunged, 
thumbs down meant no. Sandra was happy to see such an 
enthusiastic audience all giving her the thumbs up. 
She didn’t notice Jennifer approach from behind, just 
the feeling of being entered. She held onto the chair 
firmly as Jennifer switched on the vibrating phallus.

I never did see Sandra again, I understand from Asami 
that she has signed up with the modern dance school 
and works part time at the Blue Lagoon. Asami says 
she’s a natural and is thinking of doing some films 
with Jennifer and Henri.

Paul, well he moved in. Since publishers have an 
agreement with the bookstores not to sell direct 
Sara’s book store is 51% owned by Paul and I and the 
rest by Dave’s wife. However we pay the publishers a 
fee to pack the books up and dispatch them directly so 
Dave’s happy. Oh Mr. Grump, we had another 
conversation with me playing the DVD Trish recorded at 
the Club. I especially liked the bit where he held the 
string of pearls between the two girls. Anyway he 
doesn’t chase us for another 5% anymore but has become 
quite useful in getting immediate feedback on what is 
selling so we can change the production schedules to 
better suit sales. Additionally Paul has the basement 
set up to offer a Web Hosting service with its own OC3 
connection, it has its own micro turbine so we are 
immune to power cuts and in fact the hydro works out 
cheaper than we paid before.

And finally besides everything else Megan has her own 
laptop now.


  
paul