Business Studies 07


By Katzmarek


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(Part 7)


'How old is this woman?' I ask myself, 'she must be 25 at least, and
here she is looking for all the world like a 4 year old wanting to
jump into mummy and daddy's bed!'


Nick's ex-wife Rachael is sitting on his side of the bed totally
nude and wanting to hop in, hop in with Nick and his lover, me.


I'm absolutely blown away with the sheer cheek of it, waiting for
Nick to tell her to go away.


I mean, she is SO pathetic, pretending to be drunk just to make Nick
feel sorry for her.


"Rachael," Nick says, "you've got to stop this!"


(So how many times has it happened before? Perhaps while I've been
going out with him?)


"You won't notice I'm here, please Nick! You can stay over there
with that... that friend of yours, there's plenty of room!"


"Get something on!"


"What?" I can't contain myself, "she's... she's getting in with us?"


"It's alright it's..." he starts to say.


"It's NOT alright!"


Meanwhile, Rachael is rustling through Nick's drawers finding
something to wear.


"Where do you keep those baggy T-shirts, Nick?"


(Boy! She's brightened up!)


"2nd drawer... Tee, it'll be ok, I promise!"


I start to get up but Nick puts his arms around me.


"Don't go, don't go..." he whispers and I can feel myself weaken.


I don't REALLY want to leave, it's just a wierd situation.


The bed bounces as Rachael gets in. Nick hugs me tighter, one arm
curls under me and rests on my left breast, the other parks itself
between my legs. It's our normal cuddling position.


With strength of willpower, I block all thoughts of Rachael lying on
the other side of Nick, instead it's just him and me. We made love,
we're having a cuddle afterwards, that's all!


I can feel that Nick is hard. His penis nestles in the crack of my
bottom, I squirm a little against it, then re-arrange it between my
legs. I've sometimes wondered what it would feel like to have one of
those things dangling in front or sticking up, all hard and urgent.


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I must have dozed for a while, the first thing I notice is that I'm
suddenly cold. Nicks comforting, warm body is no longer behind me.


I turn over, the bed is empty!


Sleep fogged, it takes me a minute or so to understand this little
fact. I become aware of noises, indefinable, but not coming from this
room. It sounds like a woman crying, perhaps, or maybe a dog whining
to go outside. My hearing is on alert. In the otherwise silent house,
the slightest movement sounds like a bomb going off.


Another cry, definitely a woman this time. Where is Nick?


There's a thump, it appears to come from the next room, the spare
one where Rachael was supposed to be sleeping off her drink. I here a
man's voice, harsh and angry, another thump, and the woman's cry
again.


I'm confused, it sounds like they're fighting, my Nick and his ex-
wife.


What'll I do? Has Nick lost his temper and is hitting her? I don't
want Nick to get into trouble, I decide to see what's happening
before he does something stupid.


I get out of bed and throw on my panties and T-shirt. Outside, the
spare room door's shut, I put my ear to it.


Rachael appears to be sobbing, perhaps I'm too late and Nick's
already hit her. More thumping, I've got to stop this!


I open the door a little and peer around. I'm shocked speechless, I
cannot move!


Rachael and Nick are both naked. She's spread across the bed on her
stomach with her knees on the floor and Nick is behind her. He has
her by the hips and is savagely stabbing himself into her.


His face is not the loving face I know, but vicious and angry.
Rachael's bottom looks red and raw and I can see handprints on it, as
plain as day. Nick's pounding her flesh that ripples with each thrust
and her face is buried in the cover, stifling her cries.


My first thought is, 'rape,' but I realise he's not raping her. She
looks up and gasps,


"Oh baby... harder..."


Not exactly the cries of a rape victim!


Nick kind of growls and slaps her hard over her bottom cheeks. He
then starts in on her in a higher gear. I watch the muscles in his
arse clench in response.


I back out and ease the door closed. I don't know what to do. Common
sense tells me to get dressed and leave, but I can't leave him to
her. Not at least without some explanation.


Is he back with her? Perhaps she'd teased him until he couldn't take
anymore and he snapped. I need Nick to tell me now and I don't want
to wait till morning.


I sit on the sofa in my T-shirt and panties. The door to the spare
bedroom remains closed for ages, the noises eventually dying down.


I am a confusion of feelings, anger and jealousy, sure, but
something else as well. I actually felt turned on watching them! I
guess we all have these feelings about being,'taken,' and dominated
and to see Nick... raging... pounding into her, well God, it was a
sexy sight! I give myself a little stroke just thinking about it.


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I've never really had a boyfriend before. I'm unprepared for the
hurt of betrayal and I simply don't know what to do. Ok, common sense
tells me to leave but my heart just won't leave me alone. It tells me
there must be an explanation and Nick wouldn't do this unless...
unless... I don't know!


So I wait and wait, knowing that Nick, at least will have to empty
his bladder sometime.


Eventually the door opens and Nick appears, still naked. He
immediately looks at the little pool of light over the sofa and sees
me. His face flashes guilt at me for a millesecond before he composes
himself.


"Hi, I thought you were asleep?"


I don't answer. I think Nick is trying to work out how long I've
been here and whether I'd heard anything.


"I just took Rachael back to the spare bed... so we can be alone,"
he tries to grin, " got to take a leak... be right back."


'Lying bastard,' I say to myself as I wait, 'I'm going to make him
dangle a bit.'


He comes back and approaches the sofa, smiling. He must have decided
he's going to brass it out.


"Are you coming back to bed?" he asks, "y'know, you look real sexy
there in your panties and T-shirt."


He bends down and gives me a brief kiss. I stare blankly back at him.


When I make no move, he sits next to me. His arm goes around my
shoulder, I allow myself to be pulled against him. After a while he
asks,


"How long have you been sitting here?"


He looks a little nervous.


"About an hour," I tell him, "I woke up and you were gone so I went
to look for you."


"Oh... umm I was in there all the time... she was a bit upset...
took a while to calm her down."


"Oh, and did you?"


My voice is hard with sarcasm. Nick's no fool and I see him
understanding, adding everything up.


"I see..." he says, "she's asleep now... Beatie... I want you to
know that I'd never cheat on you..."


"Oh yeah?" I reply, "not even with Rachael?"


He knows he's been found out, I can tell!


"Rachael and me... we have a history... I want you to understand..."


"I KNOW that, Nick, but why did you have to do it with her right
under my nose? Are you just an animal with no free will? Or does it
get you going to have two women in one night? Is it a first with you
or do you do it all the time?"


"Calm down, you'll wake her."


"I don't care! Just tell me what's going on? Am I just a bit on the
side for you?" 


He has that 'little boy lost' look.


"No... shit! I spend this last year working my arse off, living like
a priest and now..."


He's talking more to himself.


"And now what? Two women are chasing you? Wow, that must be a big
problem, perhaps if there was only one..."


I get up to leave.


"NO... sit down... I... I don't want to lose you..."


He pulls me back onto the sofa with his strong arms. I'm nearly in
tears. I don't want to be. 'Please let me be strong now,' I tell
myself.


I want to get up but he's holding me down. I'm filled with
frustration and anger and the tears come, I can't stop them any
longer.


"Please Tee," he says softly, "I love you, but... with Rachael... I
guess we can't let each other go."


"So, make a choice, Nick," I sob, "her or me."


"I can't... can't choose..." 


He practically sobbing too.


"Maybe... maybe we can work something out," he suggests, clutching
at straws.


"Perhaps alternate nights, Nick... or one after the other... like
tonight," comes Rachael's voice behind us.


We turn to look at her. She's leaning on the door post, totally naked.


"No, don't get up," she continues, "I'm interested in what plans you
have for me."


"Just a minute Rach'," Nick starts to say.


"You haven't introduced me to your little friend. My, she's young,
isn't she? I guess you've always liked them young, Nick. Are you
still at school, love?"


She directs her question at me.


"Just finishing... I'm going to university next year."


I feel like I should defend him, I don't know why.


"Uni? Smart too, Nick. I guess you've got the best of both worlds.
C'mon, shove over."


She squeezes into the sofa on the other side of Nick. Grabbing his
other arm, she pulls it around her own shoulders.


"Comfortable?" she asks, "I'm Rachael, by the way, Nick's wife, and
you are?"


"Beatie," I tell her.


This is becoming SO wierd!


"Beatie, odd name, you're not Greek?"


I shake my head.


"Nick always used to say Greek girls don't know how to fuck, that
right Nick?"


Nick doesn't answer, he's looking straight ahead, swallowing. I
remember mum telling me how he'd run and hide!


"So tell me Nick, how'd you want us? Different nights or both on the
same day. Perhaps Beatie and I could top and tail you, you'd like
that, wouldn't you Nick?"


Again he doesn't answer. Rachael's stroking his leg as she's speaking.


"Nick has a fantasy about two women, Beatie, one on his prick and
one on his tongue..."


"Rachael, stop it," says Nick, red-faced with embarrassment.


"Which would you fancy? Or maybe we could swap?" she goes on.


"Rachael..."


"Say something, you're such a wimp, Nick."


"Rachael, no. Beatie's not a slut, she's a nice girl and..."


"Aw, c'mon, Nick! You know, Beat'? Nick and I used to get up to all
kinds of things, didn't we?"


"She doesn't want to know..."


"Of course she does... don't you Beat'?"


"Beatie," I tell her, "or Tee."


"Sorry love... Tee. So what do you want to know about our lover?"


Rachael puts her hand around Nick's cock. He tries to pull it off
him, but she grips tighter.


"Has he got you to play dress-ups yet?"


I shake my head. Actually this whole thing is getting interesting,
strangely.


"His favourite is a school uniform, perhaps you could use one of
yours?"


"I don't have..." I start to say automatically.


"Pity, still! Some tights and a short, short skirt... Oh look, he
likes the idea."


I look and he IS getting hard.


"Remember that time when I was stacking dishes in the kitchen
wearing nothing but an apron?"


"Rach'... No!"


"We did it standing up with me bent over the sink, remember that? Oh
yes I think you DO remember..." she giggles, still holding his rising
cock.


"Nick, I'm going..."


I've decided I've had enough of this. Rachael's trying to make a
fool of me and I'm not going to play her game. I stand up and head
for the door.


Rachael stands up also and makes to show me out. Nick is silent, his
head in his hands.


"It's a pity you're going, we could have SO much fun," Rachael says
to me.


"My pants..." I suddenly remember.


"I'll get them," she says, hurrying off.


When she returns I put on my jeans.


"You know, you could lose a bit of weight. You're nice up top but
you're a little too hippy," she says.


"I'm fine, Rachael," I reply, "have a nice life."


I wish I could think of something more cutting but I just want to
get the heck out of here.


"Sweet dreams," she calls as I bolt through the door.



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I really should listen to my mother more. She DID tell me that Nick
would let me get carved up, either by Rachael or the Apostolakis's.


I make my way next door, and home, bristling with anger and hurt. My
tears are coming once again and I hope mum and dad have gone to bed.


As I tiptoe through our front door, I notice the kitchen light's on.
I try and make it into my bedroom but mum intercepts me at the end of
the passage.


"Hello, dear, everything alright?"


The answer's pretty obvious and soon I'm sobbing into mum's
shoulder. She sits me down at the kitchen table and fixes me a
coffee. I notice she puts a drop of liqueur into it.


I sip the coffee, I can feel every drop of the warming liquid
descending down my throat. Mum sits opposite, waiting.


"You were right, mum," I say eventually.


Happily, mum doesn't say, 'I told you so.'


"Right? About what?"


"About Nick being... spineless..."


"I never said that."


"You told me that he wouldn't support me against Rachael and..."


"Ah," mum's penny drops, " you had a visitor?"


I nod my head.


"That must have been horrible, I'm sorry..."


"Funny thing is," I tell mum, "I got this strange feeling that she
really wanted to sleep with both Nick and me, wierd!"


Mum grins,


"You think so? I don't know enough about her sexual... ah...
preferences. I'd guess that it's the size of the wallet that attracts
Rachael the most. No..." mum considers, " I wouldn't put it past her
to sleep with a woman. I gather she's pretty adventurous, according
to Nick."


"God, that would be TOO strange, Nick, Rachael and me!"


"Sounds like a Greek peasant boy's fantasy," says mum, "I'd rather
think Nick wouldn't be averse to the idea..." she chuckles.


"Mum!" I pretend shock, "it's maybe alright for him, but what does
the other do when they're waiting for... y'know, their turn?"


Mum and I are both laughing, it's good tonic.


"Watch, hell, I don't know..."


"She suggested top and tailing."


"What does she mean... oh, I get it! Top and tailing... hmm both
sitting on him... one on his... y'know... and the other over his
mouth..."


"Mum, is it proper for mother's to discuss such things?"


"Why not?" she shrugs, "are you embarrassed?"


"No," I confess.


"Good! So, are you going to see Nick again?"


"I don't plan on it," I tell her.


"A menage et trois might get you over the problem with Rachael," mum
says, "you wouldn't need to look over your shoulder?"


"Mum, I couldn't, not with her!"


"Just testing," mum says grinning.


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The next morning, Angela rings me at 9 o'clock! I've had a wretched
night's sleep and I'm still sleep-fogged.


"Tee, Tee, you were wrong about Jorge," she bubbles, "we went to
that Motel on the other side of the park."


"What? What park... oh you mean the sport's ground..." I reply,
trying to piece the story together.


"Yeah, yeah, that one. He suggested this one in town but I told him
that story, about it having bad memories and stuff..."


"Ok, ok, Ange', so he didn't mind?"


"Nope, he said anywhere was fine for his little angel..."


"Yuck, talk about corny!"


"Then he offers me $500 if I'd stay the night..."


"500 BUCKS?," I say in astonishment, "where the hell is his wife
while all this is going on?"


"Recife, visiting her mother. That's like in Brazil."


"I gathered that. So the cat's away..."


"Yes, and he was SO nice to me. He asked me if I would shower with
him. He watched me undress until I got to my panties and do you know
what he said?"


"Let me guess," I tell her, "this is for the man to do."


Angela gasps over the phone.


"How'd you know?"


"I think Nick's read the same script," I reply.


"Isn't that funny," she laughs, "so macho! Anyway, he wanted me to
suck him off, so I got on my knees..."


"Angela, you're not going to give me a blow by blow are you?"


I'm SO not ready to hear this.


"What's wrong with you?" she asks, "things not go well with you and
Nick?"


"Not exactly... the sex was great... but afterwards..."


"You had a fight?"


"Kind of... I'm not going to see him again."


"That's too bad," she says, " things seem to be going so well."


"Tell me Ange'," I blurt out, " have you ever had a... threesome?"


"What? Like two guys?"


"A guy and a woman, have you ever..."


"This sounds interesting," Angela coos, "did Nick suggest you do it
with another woman?"


I had to explain what happened last night.


"Cool! With his ex? Has she... like... got a nice body? Is she
pretty?"


"I guess," I tell her.


"Gosh, I didn't think you were... y'know... bisexual!"


"I'm not," I reply, "well, at least I didn't think I was."


"Sounds like you're turned on to the idea," she suggests.


"Well! I DID have this dream... it was so wierd... and afterwards I
was feeling kind of... fruity."


"Like you wanted to fuck?"


"Yes."


"You horny bitch!"


"Jeez Ange' YOU can talk!"


She giggles down the phone.


"I suppose I DID have this thing, once when I was about 13," she
explains, "remember Chrissy?"


I didn't.


"Well she was in my class and we got on really well, best friends
for a while. It was when you went up a class..."


"Yeah, yeah. So are you telling me that you had an affair with her?"


"Not really an affair, as such. We sort of fiddled around a bit..."


"Fiddled?"


"Y'know... with each other's snatch, it was kind of fun."


"Did you get turned on?" I ask her.


"Hell yeah... I mean, fingers are fingers aren't they?"


"I suppose at least girls know where everything is," I suggest.


"Yeah, ok, so they don't come with a dick but I suppose at least you
can't get pregnant!"


"True," I concede.


"So, are you going to do it with her, them?"


"Dunno," I tell her, "I haven't decided whether I'm going to see him
again."


"I thought you said you weren't?" she says, triumphantly.


"Yeah, well, maybe I might change my mind..."


Angela's laughing as she rings off.


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Looking out our lounge window, I notice Rachael's car's gone. I
breathe a sigh of relief. At least she hasn't moved back in, yet!


Nick leaves about ten, he has the kids in the car. I guess they're
going out for the day.


About noon, I catch the bus into town, I need to get away for a
while. 


I go for a walk along the waterfront, it's so relaxing, the sea. The
fishing boats are offloading their catches and there's a lot of
traffic on the docks.


It's kind of interesting, watching the boats. I notice they still
have names like, 'San Marino,' and 'Sorrento,' Still very much an
Italian preserve. 


They may have dark Mediterranean looks, but I notice the crew's
accents are entirely local.


"Hey lady! Watch the pallette!" one calls out.


I dodge quickly out of the way as a palette of fish crates is swung
dockside on a winch.


"You don't wanna stand there," the guy continues, "dangerous! You
might fall between the pier and the boat."


I start to move away but the guy is still calling to me.


"Hey, you wanna come aboard, lady? I've just brewed some coffee."


I am about to say, 'no thank you,' but some instinct stops me. In
surprise I hear myself nodding and I step towards the narrow gangway.
A hand is extended and guides me carefully onto the boat.


This Italian guy, maybe in his mid-twenties, indicates the door to
the cabin, he's beaming a bright smile.


I feel myself tingling all over, something like fear, but not quite.
The guy looks completely harmless.


The cabin is tiny. At the little table an old man is sitting. He's
wearing and old black jumper, threadbare in places, and he's missing
a few front teeth.


"This is Gianni, my grandfather," the young guy says.


The grandfather lifts his hand in greeting and indicates the pot of
coffee.


"His English is not good," my guide tells me, "the old Italians
never learnt the language much."


He extends his hand to me.


"They call me Jonno," he says, "my father and me, we own this boat."


Well it's quite pleasant sitting here, if it wasn't for the all-
pervasive smell of fish. But you get used to it after a while.


Jonno talks amiably about fishing, his family and interprets for the
father who wants to know all about me.


After a while, I'm telling him all about Nick, my family and even
Angela.
They understand all about familial ties.


"I think I know him," Jonno says, "I think my sister went to school
with his brother. Greeks and Italians, they're like that," he says,
clasping his hands together.


As I'm about to leave, Jonno asks me for my phone number and I give
it to him. He promises to give me a call sometime. I guess I'm just a
sucker for  dark eyes and tight T-shirts.


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After dinner, I get a call from Nick. He tells me he's really sorry
about Friday night and wants to make it up to me.


It's funny, but knowing that I can interest other men gives me a
feeling of more power, that I CAN set some conditions in this
relationship and if he doesn't like it, well, there's always Jonno!


I agree to go over and see him. Mum shakes her head, oh well!


"Where's the children?" I ask him.


"Rachael," he answers.


I flinch at her mention.


"Are you going to continue seeing her?" I say, "be honest!"


Nick shrugs his shoulders. It's all the answer I'm going to get,
apparently.


"So you want to sleep with the both of us?"


He swallows, looking sheepish.


"... And you want me to dress up in school uniform?" I say, teasing.


He tries to contain a smile, unsuccessfully.


"Look, don't take anything Rachael says seriously. She was just...
teasing you and..." he tells me.


"So you don't want to see me wash the dishes in the nude?"


Nick coughs in a futile attempt at seriousness.


"Um, well..."


"Or both of us? Top and tailing she called it..."


"No... um... well..."


I'm on a roll, I have him on the defensive. I press my advantage.


"You want me to make out with Rachael?"


He looks shocked.


"You'd... you'd do that?" he asks in surprise.


"Maybe! What would you do in return?"


"I don't know..." he mumbles, "what... what would you like? Are you
putting me on?"


"Let me see..." I raise my eyes to the ceiling, "two babes... it's
going to cost you!"


"Cost me what?" Nick says, the smile gone from his face.


"University is going to be very expensive," I tell him, " there'll
be books, tuition fees..."


"You want me to pay for you to go to University!" he burst out, "are
you kidding me?"


"Well, I was going to take out a loan, but I'll probably won't be
able to pay it off for about 20 years..."


"Yes, but do you know how much money that'll be?"


"Roughly... do you want to see the figures?"


"Jesus!" he says, gobsmacked, "it'd be a fortune!"


"Oh well," I tell him, "I guess you won't be getting your cookies..."


I make deliberately towards the door. Nick rushes over and blocks my
way.


"Now wait! Maybe I could help you a little."


"A lot!"


"Tee, you surprise me. I didn't think you were like... this."


"Like what, Nick? I didn't think you'd screw your ex-wife right in
front of me either, so the world is full of surprises."


"Are you being serious?" 


"Very, and another thing, I reserve the right to date other guys,
agreed?"


"Sure," he shrugs, " I guess that's fair."


"So!" I say, unbuttoning my jeans, " do you want me to stack the
dishes?"


Katzmarek (C)
