Business Studies 06


By Katzmarek



(Part 6)


"All men are the same underneath," Angela's telling me at school,
"in the end they all want the same thing."


"When did you get SO cynical?" I ask her.


It's lunch recess and we're sitting up the end of the grounds under
an old oak tree, our usual meeting place.


"Well tell me your Nick's different then? Go on, be honest! Like
what's he going to do, marry you? Yeah right! A bit of free nookie
and no strings, I'll bet. But that's ok, y'know, so long as you
haven't got your hopes up or anything."


I tell her I don't have any expectations, you can't have with Nick
being so old and having kids and all his other complications.


"Well, that's sensible then," she says, " so long as you're happy
with the situation..."


"I am, for now, we'll see."


I tell her that marriage isn't in any of my plans for the moment.
I'm going to get a career then maybe I'll look around.


"Well, don't get left behind."


"What about you, Angela, anyway. What do YOU plan to do?"


She looks thoughtful for a moment.


"Same as you, I guess, get a career and... who knows? Maybe I'll
find myself some rich older guy and go and live with him and get him
to spend all his money on me and stuff," she grins, " maybe... I've
found one already."


"Angela! You've got something to tell me, spit?"


She's grinning now like a Cheshire cat.


"I... I, you won't say a word? I know I promised not to say anything
about Nick, but this is important!"


I ignore the obvious reply.


"Yes, yes, go on!"


"Well, on Friday night I was down at the mall on my own, just
checking out the shops and the guys."


"Yeah, I know what you do, go on!"


"And this old guy comes up and starts talking. He's about 50 or so,
really old. He's dark and he speaks with an accent, like he's Italian
or Spanish or Polish, I don't know."


"Poles are not dark," I correct her.


"Whatever, anyway he says his name is Jorge and he's from Brazil.
Where the fuck is that, like South America or something?"


I nod.


"Ok, well we talk about this and that and then he asks me if I want
to go for a ride with him. He looks kind of funny at me then says
he'll pay me $200!"


"Angela, you must have known what he meant!"


"Of course I did, I'm not stupid! He told me he just wanted someone
to talk to. I thought like, 'sure,' but he said he wouldn't do
anything, he just wanted to talk."


"You believed him?" I'm incredulous.


"Well, almost! He was really nice to me and bought me this top that
I wanted."


"You let him?"


"Why not, it was a really cool top."


I shake my head.


"So?"


"So anyway," she continues, "we go for this drive and he had this
really cool car, like a limo or something. He tells me all about his
family and kids and he owns this trucking company so he's got lots of
money. Then he tells me about his wife and how they haven't been
getting along."


"Oh brother, not THAT line."


Angela giggles.


"Yeah, THAT line. Like they sleep in separate beds and they haven't
done it in months..."


"Oh for God's sake..."


"Yeah, it was SO funny. Anyway, we stop down the beach, y'know past
the carpark by that little boat ramp thing."


"I know it, it's secluded," I say.


"Yeah, then he tells me I remind him of his old girlfriend that he
had back in Brazil when he was young..."


I'm shaking my head again, 'I don't believe this.'


"... And she was beautiful too, just like me. He then asks me if I
wouldn't mind if he touched me."


"I knew THAT was coming," I interrupt.


"... So I say 'ok' and he runs his hands all over me, my arms,
tummy..."


"Why'd you say ok?" I ask.


"$200 and a really cool top, that's why. Better than some creep
wanting to grope you in his car and you end up paying for yourself at
the pictures anyway." she replies.


"Yeah, well..." I concede. 


It's easy to agree with Angela sometimes, she makes it sound so
logical somehow, I don't know!


"So then he asks me if he could kiss me and feel my titties because
they were just like hers..."


"Sure, sure. He sounds like a dirty old man to me."


"He's actually quite nice, not like that at all," Angela replies,
"then he asks me if he could see them and he gets me to lift my top
for him."


"Well I suppose he paid for it."


"No not that one, I had that in my bag. I had on my purple one..."


"Whatever, Angela. So what did he want then?"


"He wanted to taste them, of course," she starting to giggle.


"To see if they tasted like his old girlfriend's?" I ask.


"Yes!" she replies and we both burst out laughing.


"And next?" I ask, with some trepidation.


I think I might have watched the movie. I'm wondering whether
Angela's putting me on. It's not like her though, generally Angela's
fantastic tales turn out to be true!


"He offers me another $100 to suck him off in the car," she say's
quickly, an indefinable look on her face.


"And did you?"


"Well, it was a hundred bucks, Tee! $300 altogether! Better than
waitressing!"


I know what she's meaning. Last year Angela had a holiday job
waitressing at this restaurant in town. She told me that she had to
work really hard, that she had six tables all on her own. At the end
of the evening the staff always stayed behind to be paid and have a
drink, etcetera.


The owner was this real sleaze bag and he offered Angela another $50
if she'd suck him off. Angela said he was fat and ugly and probably
had all kinds of diseases so she said, 'no way.'


The next thing he followed her into the women's staff washroom and
unzipped his pants.


He tried to push her into the cubicle but she was way too quick for
him and dodged past him out the door.


"So you did it?" I ask, disbelieving.


"Sure," she answers, nonchalantly, "on my knees between his legs. He
squirted all over my boobies. Then he gave me another 100 bucks.
That's like 400, Tee, for a HALF HOUR, can you believe that?"


I tell her that I wasn't sure whether she's kidding but she assures
me it's all true and that she's seeing him again next Friday.


"He wants to take me to a motel," she adds.


"So you're going to become his little call-girl?"


"To think that, all this time I've been giving it away for free."


"You're crazy," I tell her.


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Prostitution! Well it sounds so simple when Angela explains it. I
guess, to her, she figures she'd might as well make some money out of
what she'd be doing anyway. And way more honest than getting screwed
by some guy then dumped.


Nick texts me every day with little messages like, 


'Miss U,' and, 'T 4 ME.'


He's a silly twit, but nice.


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I tell Angela about Friday night with Nick. Particularly the feeling
of dozing in his arms after making love. It's really the BEST think
about love, well almost.


I snapped out of this dream really aroused. It took me a while to
work out that Nick had his hand in my panties rubbing me. He'd pulled
my arse hard up against his erection and it felt like it was scalding
me.


I guess we were ready to go again!


It was kind of slow and dreamy. He just peeled down my panties and
slipped it in from behind.


I didn't realise he could bend it like that, it must have felt
uncomfortable!


We just kind of ground ourselves together like that for quite a
while. 


All the time we were having this conversation, all calm and natural.


When we decided we wanted to come, he just put me on my hands and
knees and we finished that way.


We're becoming quite a team!


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After school Nick calls me on my mobile. We talk for about half an
hour, neither wanting to hang up.


I tell him about Angela and ask him if he knew anyone called Jorge.


"Yeah, I've heard of him. A Brazilian, owns 'Nationwide Freight,'
dabbles in a bit of real estate, those guys always do.'


"What do you know of him?" I ask.


"Not much... been around about 6 or 7 years... bought into the
trucking business with family capital then brought over the whole
extended family. Big family I believe, a son owns a restaurant
downtown..."


"Which one?" I ask, suddenly curious.


"Umm... 'The Knossos,' Greek, ironic that, Brazilian owned Greek
restaurant, but it was Greek well before the Da Silva's bought it..."


"The Knossos? That's the one Angela worked in..."


"This is significant, how?"


"Don't you see? No, I haven't told you..."


I tell Nick about Angela being asked to blow the owner for 50 bucks.


"Cheapskate!" responds Nick.


"No, don't you see? The owner was this Jorge's son and now she's
going out with the father. Sort of 'going out,' anyway..."


"I heard the Da Silva's put themselves about. Is this Angela a bit
of a fox?"


"The boys like her."


"Well I'd keep my distance if I was her. Obviously the father's more
generous than the son... but I've heard a few stories..."


"You have? What stories?"


"Drugs, prostitution, some pretty dubious business practices... hard
to tell how much of it's true, but the rumours have persisted ever
since Jorge Da Silva bought into that Transport firm."


"Oh no! I must tell Angela!"


"Well, you know what they say about deals," Nick adds, "400 bucks
seems a lot for a blow job and, if it sounds too good to be true then
it is."


"So are you telling me... what?"


"I'd guess, and I have no proof, that the old man's grooming her to
work in his club."


"Club?"


"He owns an 'after hours' club off Harris Street. I've never been
there, but I hear it's nothing more than a brothel." 


"Nick? Are you holding back? You must have been there..."


"I'm not paying 8 bucks for a beer, anywhere."


"Skinflint!"


"Fuckbunny!"


"Cradlesnatcher!"


... Well it kind of goes on like that for a while.


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I ring Angela next and pass on the news.


"So what's Nick saying? That Jorge's going to put me to work in his
club? Cool!" she tells me.


"And maybe you have to do his son?"


"Yuk! I'd get to have a choice though, wouldn't I? I mean, what
clients to have..."


"Are you sure? You'd be under Jorge's control. And I'd pour my own
drinks if I was you, Nick's advice."


"I always do anyway! Don't worry, I'm not stupid. Thank Nick for the
information. Hmm, I'll have to think about all of this..."


"Nick said that if you're determined to see him Friday, insist on
another  motel at the last moment and see what he says. Tell him that
HIS motel has some bad memories or something. If he's adamant that it
must be there, then bolt..."


"Why?"


"Nick said he might try and pass you around to some of his buddies."


"Ooo and orgy... er! How many?"


"Be serious! Does Jorge know how old you are?"


"Dunno, probably not!"


"Then Nick says to tell them you're underage. None of them would
want to be done for statutary rape."


I also tell her that Nick's first piece of advice was to stand Jorge
up, spend the $400 and never see him again.


"I don't know, Tee, it's more money than I've ever seen in my life."


"Money's not THAT important!"


"That's because you've got a rich daddy."


"I have not!"


"... and a father who doesn't live in Australia and never writes or
sends any money or..."


"Aw, get off your cross, Angela!"


"You're such a snob..."


Ok, well, we have these fights every so often then one of us calls
the other and we make up.


In the end she hangs up on me, calling me a bitch who had everything
handed to me on a plate and at least Jorge pays well, unlike Nick.


Sigh! I just hope she knows what she's doing!


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Mum spends the whole week not mentioning Nick, it must be quite an
effort. I think she's trying to blot him out of her mind. Like if she
pretends he doesn't exist then she'll wake up one day and he won't
have existed.


It's gone beyond disapprove, it's as if she's lost her little girl
to the devil or something.


"Are you going out Friday?" she asks.


Translation; 'am I seeing Nick?'


"Yes!" I answer.


"Are you going to a movie?"


Translation; 'am I going to sleep with him?"


"No, we'll probably just watch some videos."


Translation; 'we're going to stay in and fuck ourselves silly.'


"There's a good one on at the Rialto, Alex and I want to see it."


Translation; 'I want you to see a movie instead of having sex.'


"Is that so?"


Translation; 'we're STILL going to fuck ourselves silly.'


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Friday night, at last, and Nick's kids are asleep. We are cuddling
on the sofa, OUR sofa and Nick's telling me what he's going to do
with me later!


"... and when I take your bra off I'm going to suck your nipples
until they're all stiff and sore..."


"They don't get exactly sore," I correct him, "kind of tingly..."


"Tingly then..."


"Do yours feel the same way?" I ask.


"Don't know," he says, "I'd have to feel what yours feel like,
wouldn't I?"


"You can feel them now, if you want."


We kiss and he rubs his fingertips over my stiffening nipple. Just
then, there's a knock on the door. Talk about timing!


Nick mutters under his breath and gets up to answer it. Meanwhile I
straighten my clothes.


I hear Rachael's voice, oh no! What does SHE want.


Nick brings her into the lounge and she's staggering and swaying all
over the place. Boy! she looks bombed!


She looks at me as if I'm part of the furniture.


"Nick, I... can't drive home.." she slurs.


(Holy shit! She drove HERE in that state!)


"I'll get you a cab," Nick offers.


"No I... can't go home... "


"Why not? What's happened?"


(Who cares!)


"Can't go home," she repeats.


"Ok, ok! You can take the spare room."


(NO!)


"... Are you going to be sick?"


"I'm fine... just had a little too much... wine..."


(A little?)


"Tell me if you want to throw up, ok?"


Rachael flops onto the sofa right next to me, as if I'm not there!
She doesn't appear willing to move.


"Sorry to disturb you..." she mumbles.


(So leave!)


"... I've had a tough day... evening... needed to see you..."


"Can it wait, Rachael, I'm kind of busy..."


"Who's the slut?" she suddenly acknowledges me, kind of.


"None of your business," Nick says angrily, "if you've come here to
abuse my guests you can fuck off right now!"


(Guest?)


"Sorry... Nick. Can't think straight... I've had too much to drink..."


"Well put your head down in the spare room and sober up, c'mon."


Nick pulls her to her feet and assists her towards the spare room.
She drapes an arm over and leans on him.


"Ooo, Nick... you taking me to bed..." she tells him.


At this stage, I'm bristling with anger, 'how could she...'


They are gone for ages, it seems like an hour but it's only about 10
minutes or so.


I pace the room, 'should I go or stay?' I don't want to leave Nick
to her  so I gingerly tiptoe to the spare room. The door is closed
and I hang about for a minute or so, racked with indecision.


Slowly I ease it open and peer inside. The lights are off and the
spill from the lounge illuminates the little scene.


Nick's sitting on the bed with Rachael in his arms. She crying into
Nick's chest. 


Nick looks up like a startled possum in the headlights. He mouths
'sorry' and holds up his finger to indicate one minute. Rachael looks
up, a look of satisfaction on her face.


(Just how drunk IS she?)


At last Nick quietly slips out of the spare room, I'm SO angry. He
puts his finger to his lips, forestalling my questions. Coming up to
me he takes me in his arms and apologises,


"Im sorry, Tee, she's having some problems..."


"What problems?" I ask.


He thinks for a little while, then,


"She... she doesn't cope too well with being by herself..."


"Oh for God's sake..."


"Look, what am I suppose to do, throw her out?"


"Well?"


Of course a man like Nick can't toss her out. I'm just SO damned
angry that my evening's ruined.


I've had enough and head for the door. Suddenly Nick's in front of
me, he looks almost desperate.


"Tee, please stay, come to bed."


"Nick, I can't! Not with her..."


"She's asleep, it'll be ok!"


Then Nick's pulling me towards the bedroom. I'm struggling a bit,
but not too hard. I'm whining, 'no, no,' but he's insisting.
Eventually I allow myself to be pushed into his bedroom.


It's becoming a bit of a game. I'm pretending to resist as he pushes
me back onto the bed and pins me down with his body. He's kissing me
all over  my face and pushing up my shirt.


My shirt is up around my neck, my bra's pulled down exposing my
breasts to  a panting Nick.


Nick pulls off his own shirt and falls back down on me.


I'm feeling so aroused. Strangely, the thought of Nicks ex-wife just
a wall away is very exciting. I feel competitive, I want to show Nick
that I can be just as good a lover as Rachael, if not more.


I kiss him back fiercly, almost crying with emotion and lust. He
sucks and bites my boobs while rubbing me hard between my legs.


He stands and undoes his trousers. I do the same and push my jeans
down to the floor. I'm about to drop my panties when he stops me.


"Please, this is for the man to do."


(Well the hell did that come from?)


I let him pull down my panties. As he inches them down, oh so
slowly, he kisses my exposed skin as it's revealed.


His mouth and tongue are working away on my sex. I put my feet up on
his shoulders and squirm away under his ministrations. I hope Rachael
can hear my gasps and moans!


This kind of feels like payback for that first night when I babysat
and Nick and her kept me awake. Perhaps they were doing this very
same thing?


Nick pulls himself along the bed and onto his back. I bend over him
and kiss his chest, working my way slowly downwards. I tongue his
navel and open my eyes. In front of me is his stiff cock and I grab
for it with my hand.


'Beat this Rachael,' I think and bring him down towards my mouth. 


This is my first time with a man's penis in my mouth. It tastes
salty and tangy and, while not exactly pleasant, at least bearable
and not yucky.


My hair is loose and falls around Nick's crotch. He grunts as I
slide him in and out of my mouth. I know the theory and the practice
is not hard to pick up.


Nick grabs my thigh and pulls it towards him. I catch on and
carefully place my knees on either side of his face. He moves up with
his tongue, it must be hell on his neck and back muscles!


After licking and sucking each other for a few minutes, Nick rolls
me off onto my back. I get on my knees and push him back.


"Lie back," I order him.


He obeys me like a pet dog.


I know where the condoms are kept now and fetch one. Nick watches me
with a smug grin on his face. I smooth the sheath over his erect cock.


As I go to sit on him, Nick plays with my tits. I enjoy being in
control, enjoy watching his face as I rise and fall on him. I twist
and turn, move side to side, searching for new sensations, searching
for something new to please my Nick.


I start a steady rhythm. Nick puts his hand down between us, a
finger each side of the base of his cock. He bends his thumb so the
knuckle comes in contact with my clitoris as I push down.


I grind myself against it, I can feel myself building up towards an
orgasm.


I ham it up a little,


"Oh Nick..."


"Shh..." he tries to quieten me.


"Oh fuck me Nick..."


(I think that was from 'New Kummers 95.' Hell, it could have been
any porno film!)


I jiggle my arse rapidly up and down, hammering his thumb knuckle.
My tits are bobbing and swinging in front of Nick who grabs them and
squeezes.


"Oh Nick... Oh Nick... NICK!"


I howl at him and he reaches up and puts his hand over my mouth,
desperate to keep me from waking Rachael.


I want her to hear, want her to suffer for trying to destroy my
evening. I want to put my brand on this guy and claim his body as
mine.


I grab his wrist and pin it to the bed, same with the other. In the
end Nick gives up as I pound him into the mattress.


I scream as my orgasm engulfs me. Shortly after I can feel Nick
pulsing inside me.


"Oh baby... Come in me... come in ME!"


I flop onto his chest, puffing and groaning.


"Oh baby, you were great!"


"Shh, Tee, she'll hear!"


"So what... Let her."


"No Tee, you don't understand..."


"Yes I do, baby," I tell him, "her or me... her or me."


"No..."


"Shut up, Nick."


I'm grinning in his face and eventually he grins too. Hmm, what guy
doesn't like the idea of two women fighting over him?


We get under the sheets and cuddle. I think perhaps I like this part
most of all. Nick's trying to tell me about how it is with Rachael
and him in a low voice.


"She was very young," he says, " I kind of feel responsible, y'know?"


"Younger than me?" I ask.


I know the answer but I want him to acknowledge a bit of
responsibility in my direction as well.


"Yes, younger," he considers, "but I wasn't the first. She'd had
other boyfriends before me."


"She's grown up now," I tell him.


"Yes, I know but..."


Like on cue there's a tapping on the door. One of Nick's kids,
perhaps? I pretty much know the answer.


Before he could answer, the door slowly opens and the bedside light
falls on Nick's ex-wife.


"Nick?" she calls and edges into the room.


By the light its obvious she doesn't have a stitch on! Tall,
slender, with a model's breasts, her pale skin appears golden under
the yellow light.


She pads towards Nick's side of the bed and sits down next to him.
Her eyes momentarily flick towards me as we both look at her in shock.


One thing I notice, she's not a natural blonde, her fluffy down is a
rich dark colour!


"Please! I can't sleep alone," she tells him.


Katzmarek (C)


