Business Studies 11


By Katzmarek


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Author's Note.


This is a work of erotic fiction. It may not be used for profit
without the author's express permission in writing.
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(Part 11)


ANGELA CONTINUES...


My affair with our PE teacher, Richard, lasted for about a month. I
went back to his apartment two days after out first encounter and it
was so much better.


Instead of pretending to work, I fell straight into his arms. We hit
the bed in three minutes flat and we were soon naked and sweaty. This
time he licked and chewed me to a frenzy and afterwards I took him
into my mouth.


He liked doggy the best, Richard called my arse 'exquisite', and
loved to fondle it as he hammered away.


After PE class, it was the norm for one of the kids to stay behind
to help put away the gear. After our affair began, Richard selected
me often. None of the other kids liked the duty, it meant you missed
5 minutes of recess. What they didn't know was that Richard and I
would have a little grope in the PE cupboard. How we got away with
any of this is a mystery.


The first time I was really scared one of the other girls would come
back for something and discover us, but Richard made sure they left
nothing behind. In hindsight, I think it was obvious I wasn't the
first schoolgirl he'd played with.


One day he was so horny he got me to give him a blowjob, right
behind the stack of rubber mats. He liked coming all over my tits
then massaging his stuff into my chest. He'd produce a wet cloth
afterwards so I could clean myself up, he thought of everything.


I finished the relationship when he started pressuring me to bring
along a 'friend.' I agreed once and turned up with this girl Sharon.


Sharon was in my class, dark-haired and kind of shy. She sort of
reminded my of Tee, being quite curvy round the hips but more
bustier. She had a boyfriend but I think they were going through a
bad patch. I knew she was no virgin.


She also had a crush on Richard and needed little persuading to come
with me to visit him. I think she knew what was going to happen.


Richard fixed us a couple of looseners, that is, orange juice spiked
with Vodka. I could taste it right away but I'm not sure Sharon had
ever had alcohol before. It wasn't long before she was giggling away.


We sat on the big sofa watching the kids cartoons and making rude
jokes.


"How come Yogi bear doesn't have a dick?" Sharon asked laughing
away, "what are little boys supposed to think? He doesn't have a
diddle so how does he piddle?"


Really silly stuff.


After a while Richard asked us what our 'first times' were like. I
had to laugh and although I'd never told Sharon about him and I, I
think she caught the little private joke.


Sharon told us that hers was at a party. She'd decided to sleep over
with her boyfriend and they bundled up on a mattress on the floor.
She said they didn't use any protection and she had to go to the
clinic for a 'morning after' pill.


"So it was a spontaneous, passionate thing?" Richard wanted to know.


Sharon nodded, all embarrassed.


"You won't tell my mother?" Sharon added as an afterthought, "I've
never told her, she thinks I'm still a virgin."


"Does YOUR mother think you're still a virgin?" Richard asked me.


"Nah," I said, "she thought I was doing it even when I wasn't. She's
always putting condoms in my bag, suspicious bitch!" I laughed.


"Really!" exclaimed Sharon, "so your mum's really cool about it?"


"Realistic!" I replied, " she just doesn't want me knocked up!"


"My mum would have a fit. I think her and dad have only done it
once, when they had me."


"So, what," asked Richard, " are they religious?"


"Very," Sharon said, shaking her head.


"And what about you?" he asked.


"Not any more," she told him, " too busy enjoying myself."


Richard sat between us on the sofa. He put an arm around each of our
shoulders, cuddling. I noticed he was getting a hard-on. You can tell
when he wears such tight 'trackies'.


Soon he and Sharon were smooching and whispering together. He turned
to me and winked, saying that they were going into the next room for
a while.


I sat there for maybe half an hour. I turned the TV down so I could
hear what was going on and after ten minutes Sharon's 'uh, uh, uh's'
could be plainly heard.


She went on and on, Richard must have really given it to her. My
God, she was noisy, I hope I don't make that much of a fuss! After a
while I was beginning to feel pretty fruity myself.


Eventually they came out. Sharon's hair was all messed up and she
had this kind of dreamy but guilty look on her face. She must have
known I could hear everything.


"Took your time!" I said.


Sharon just giggled to herself, unable to answer.


They sat back down on the sofa in the same order, with Richard in
the middle. This time, however, Sharon was leaning into him and he
had a hand squarely over her tit.


It was obvious from the start they were very, very keen on each
other. They kissed and stroked each other incessantly, even when
Richard was talking to me.


After a while of this, Richard started to get hard again. He tapped
me on the thigh and turned to Sharon, saying,


"I hope you don't mind, I'd better take care of Angela!"


Bloody cheek!


He pulled me up by the arm before I could object and told Sharon he
wouldn't be long.


"I'll be here, Richard," she told him.


I'll bet she will!


In the bedroom his tongue was in my mouth before I'd a chance to
speak. He kissed me really hard and stroked my arse in the way I
liked. I thought, 'what the hell,' and kissed him back.


Then his pants were down and he was pushing me to the floor
whispering, 'suck me.' He guided my face and pushed his tool in and
out of my mouth so hard I was almost gagging.


Then it was 'pants down' and over the bed on my front. He pushed his
cock into me immediately, holding me by my hips.


I was soon moaning, I'd been hot since Sharon and he had gone into
the bedroom, but I felt used. He wasn't interested in me at all, only
getting his rocks off quickly so he could go back to Sharon to play
some more. I had the feeling of being yesterday's goods, it was dirty.


It still took him a while to come, I think he'd given Sharon plenty.
I'm ashamed, now, to say that I DID have an orgasm sometime through
it, just a little one. Richard worked his thing in me a little while
longer, he did have a lot of stamina. Eventually, though, he came
with a grunt and rammed his cock as far in as he could get and held
it there.


I was spent, he was spent, but nevertheless he found the strength to
go back out to Sharon, still naked. I lay there for a little while,
pulled my pants back up and left. Passing the lounge, Sharon had her
top off and Richard was stroking her big breasts, I left them to it.


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Richard had hurt me, but it was a valuable lesson. Never again, I
vowed, was I EVER going to be used like that again.


Two years later and Sharon's going to marry him. I don't know how
they kept everything quiet all this time, but half the kids know. I
think the Principal just turned the other way and, providing there
was no formal complaint, and left them to it.


I'm sure Richard wasn't the first, nor the last, teacher to have an
affair with a pupil.


Our school is generally more afraid of bad publicity than anything.
I mean, for instance, everyone knows that becoming a member of the
Astronomy Club is just an excuse to blow some dope at lunchtime in
the observatory. You just have to look at the people who signed up,
but I think the school takes the view that at least they're out of
sight.


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If I go to bed with a guy it's because I want to, feel like it and
it's on my terms. Mum's cool about bringing guys home, she'd rather
it happened at home rather than some guy's car or at a party. That
way she can make sure I'm safe.


Guys don't believe you when you ask them home to have sex, a few
back out not wanting to have to face mum. I figure it's a bit of a
test. If they don't want to meet mum then they're not interested
enough. In those cases, they don't even get to have a feel.


One exception is Jorge DaSilva. As Tee probably told you, we're
having this kind of ellicit affair because he's married. It wouldn't
be possible to bring him home, he wouldn't come anyway. We go to
motels and fool around in his car.


Jorge's in his fifties and a successful businessman. His whole
family own business's all over the city, including a club, which I'm
sure is a front for a brothel.


When prostitution is finally legalised, next month, then we'll see
what happens. 'Ladies for hire, full service guaranteed.'


I don't think the DaSilvas want to be openly associated with it,
though. They're too mindful of the social stigma, they want to be
seen as 'respectable.'


Jorge tells this story about growing up in the slums of Brazil and
having to forage in the rubbish dumps. It's utter crap and people
believe it because that's what they think of Brazil.


The DaSilvas were always privileged and always had money. There's
plenty of rich people in Brazil. He was driven out of Recife for
reasons I'm not clear about, but I think it was political. He said
Rio De Janiero was too difficult to start from scratch in so he came
down here.


"Better the big fish in the small pond," he told me, "too many
sharks in Brazil who'll eat the little guy unless he becomes a big
guy. Much more room in the pond here, I think."


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Jorge idolises me, he prefers to think of me as his 'innocent
angel.' He dosen't want to talk about my past, rather he likes to
think he's 'educating the Princess.' For $300 a night I'd happily be
a nun, if that's what he wants.


Tee says all the old guys want you to dress up like a schoolgirl.
They want to pretend you're younger than you really are, that way
they can get off with a little girl and not get arrested.


She says her Nick likes the same thing. She says he even wants to
'punish' her by slapping her arse. I told her that maybe she could
negotiate an additional fee and she said that 10 bucks per whack
sounded about right.


"10 dollars plus an additional pain allowance," I added.


"And clothing," she said, "if he wants me to wear special things..." 


"Absolutely," I replied, "screw the bastard..."


"That'd be extra again," she laughed.


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TEE CONTINUES...


It's now Wednesday and I haven't heard from either Rachael or Nick.
I feel hurt at Rachael's remark that I 'wasn't as good,' as Nick. Ok,
so she was probably trying to massage Nick's ego, but still...


If you ask me, too many people have been massaging his ego.


Jonno rang me this morning, he's somewhere out beyond the heads
making for port. He expects to tie up at the dock about noon and
unload the catch by one. He wants to see me after school today on the
'San Marino.'


I kind of miss him. He's uncomplicated in a nice way. That is, he's
not stupid or anything, far from it, he's just straight forward and
down to earth, or water, whatever. Unlike Rachael and Nick, he
doesn't have a twisted psyche.


And he's undemanding as well! He has few expectations of me, I like
that.


He spends an awful long time at sea. He told me that with fish
resources depleting fast, they have to go further out to the edge of
the shelf to get economic catches. It also means taking advantage of
any good weather available as the Southern Ocean is notorious for
it's storms and high seas.


"They don't pay you for sitting in Port," he said.


I concentrate on preparing for my Accounting exam. This is THE one I
want to get top marks in. I figure that after I see Jonno this
afternoon, I'll have to give boys a miss for a while until the exams
are over. That said, I'll have to make it worthwhile, I think.


Angela's all talk, now, of going into the callgirl business. She
suggested I could bring my so-called business skills into the party.
I told her that by law you have to be 18 so we'd have to wait until
next year at best.


"So? Cool then," she said.


"Hey, wait a minute. I've got university for three years..."


"How much time do you need to do a business plan and the books?"


She really has no idea of the time required to manage a business!


"Someone would have to be on hand to manage the clients,
advertise... would we be employing anyone? That would mean staff
issues, supervision, payroll management... Then we'd have to have
premises, equipment, clothes and costumes, laundry and cleaning...
And where would we get the start-up capital?"


"Jorge!"


"Would he want to finance a competitor to his club? Even so, what
terms and conditions?" I asked her.


"I don't know... Maybe we could be, like contractors? He could
forward the trade onto us for a fee? I mean, he wouldn't send any
arseholes onto us, would he?"


"I don't know Angela. There's a lot of if's, buts and maybe's. We'd
have to go through the regulations to ensure we comply with the law,
apply for a license, I don't think they'd grant one to an 18 year
old."


"We can get around all that," she said, "you're smart, I'm sure you
could figure it out."


"Not until after I pass my exams, I'm not," I told her.


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After school I catch a bus down to the port. The fishing fleet is
all in and there's lots of activity. The 'San Marino' was one of the
first to tie up and the catch has been discharged and sent to market
already.


I spot Jonno all alone, stowing some equipment in the boat's gear
lockers. He gives me a cheery wave and indicates the little gangway.


He smiles broadly, clearly happy to see me. Moving catlike across
the cluttered deck, he grabs a hose from pier-side and begins to wash
down the winch and chains.


"Go inside," he yells over the noise, " I won't be a minute...
coffee in the pot..."


I go into the cabin and pour some steaming liquid from the pot on
the small gimble stove. The cabin serves as a messroom and galley.
The small wooden table is bolted to the floor with clamps, likewise
the four stools.


On the floor near the forward bulkhead is a hatchway giving access
down to the engines, which sit below the cabin. Next to that is a
short ladder leading up to the wheel house and chartroom. To the
right of the ladder, an open hatch reveals the tiny bunkroom and four
narrow fold-up beds. Jonno told me it doubles as a galley supply room
complete with a fridge in the corner.


'On a boat, everything must be stowed and secured,' he said, 'in
high seas, everything loose becomes a missile with potential to
injure.' The metal plates and bowls are all on secure racks and
clipped down. Pots on the gimble stove have clamps to stop them
falling off and even the potlids have screw threads on them so you
can tighten them down.


I don't know how Jonno can live like this for weeks on end. There's
just no room for privacy anywhere. Even the toilet in the extreme bow
has no door, there's not enough space in the cubicle and your knees
poke out.


"Mostly the boys just pee over the side. Only in rough weather would
we go there. You have to brace yourself against the hull to keep from
being thrown about," he adds.


"Do you ever get seasick?" I ask him.


"Nope. My dad took me to sea before I could walk, it's in my blood,
the sea..."


Even just tied up at the pier the gentle movement of the boat makes
my stomach uneasy. I couldn't imagine going out into the ocean in
this thing.


"It's good to see you," Jonno says, sitting down at the table, " I
missed you."


"Me too, " I tell him as he takes my hand.


"It's a man's life out there," he says nodding towards the harbour
entrance, "I'm not that experienced with... women... having a
girlfriend..."


"Not that I've noticed," I tell him, " you're doing okay so far."


"Thanks," he says, grinning from ear to ear.


"I thought sailors had a girl in every port?" I ask, teasing him.


"Not fishermen," he replies, "always at sea... then we must sell the
catch and turn around as quickly as possible. This is the life I
chose, I suppose, but it does have it's drawbacks. This boat is
getting old, we must replace it in the next few years... then pay it
off... then perhaps I can take it easier, buy a house up in the
hills."


"So when are you going out again?"


"Two days, first light... refueling and restocking tomorrow then ice
for the freezers comes about 3 the following morning."


"So this is your only day off?"


He nods.


"How are you going to spend it?"


"I'm going to Mama's for dinner, she always puts on a big spread for
us, then I'm going to sleep in a dry bed, clean sheets with an
electric blanket."


"Until then?" I ask with a knowing look.


"I... I... thought we might... do something for a while," he shrugs.


"Such as?"


"I don't know... I just wanted to see you..."


"Show me round the boat," I suggest.


"Sure... nothing much to see, though, it won't take long."


We begin the tour of the wheel house and chartroom. He waves at all
the instruments, the weather radar, global positioning system, sonar,
UHF/VHF radio and gives a short description as to each function.


Then it's back below and he lifts the hatch to the engine room and
gives me a peak down.


"Twin Scania 600hp diesels," he tells me matter-of-factly, "one
drives the pumps for the freezers, the other the generator for the
batteries. As well as pushing the boat along, of course. Are you
REALLY interested in all of this?"


"Sure!" I tell him, trying to sound fascinated.


Next it's forward to the little bunkroom.


"The boat is really just a big floating fridge. Everything else has
to be crammed in where there's a bit of room. Accomodation is all
forward, engines and ancilleries under the cabin to make room for the
freezer holds which must be as close to the centre of the boat as
possible, for trim."


"I see, because that's where the heaviest weight is, right?"


He nods in agreement.


"At the stern you have the drive and the steering engine, with rope
and chain lockers. The winch sits between the hold covers with the
net booms on each side."


"Net booms?"


"For the trawl net, it's swung away out over the side so it doesn't
foul the propellers."


"Wow, I just thought you dropped it into the sea on a long rope."


"Yeah, well, it's not that simple..."


"So I see. There's more to fishing than meets the eye, I can see
that."


"A lot more," he tells me, " you have to find the fish in the first
place, know where the schools are, then there's the bycatch..."


"What's that?"


"Anything we can't keep, basically. Like undersized or non-food
species, even dolphins and porpoises..."


"Oh no!"


"It happens," he says, "they go after the fish, see, and get caught
in the net. We generally trawl below their feeding depths but
sometimes you get the adventurous ones."


"Do you rescue them?"


"If we can, but usually they've drowned by the time we get them up."


"That's terrible!"


"Yes, well, it's not something any fishermen wants to get in his net."


I feel upset about those poor dolphins. I mean, they're practically
as intelligent as us.


Jonno puts his arm around me, comforting.


"I'm sorry," he says, "I shouldn't have told you about it..."


"No, it's alright, I'm just being silly."


"No you're not," he protests, "I feel the same way."


He smells so good, I think he's had a shower onshore. I feel his
upper arms, they're tight and well toned. Certainly, the hard life at
sea hasn't done his body any harm!


He folds me into his arms and rests his chin on the top of my head.
I turn my head and press my ear into his chest.


"D,donk... d,donk..."


"What?"


"I can hear your heart," I explain to him.


"Oh."


I turn up my face to his. He takes the hint and kisses me lightly on
the lips.


"Is that it?" I ask quietly.


He shrugs then kisses me again, harder and longer.


His clothes are tight on him, like a second skin. He tells me loose
clothing is a liability on a fishing trawler, it snags in the gear.
Good strong jeans are the norm.


Our kissing grows more passionate. We stroke each other's backs,
squirm against one another. He bunches up my shirt at the back and
slips his hand underneath, onto my skin. I shiver as a hand snakes up
my back towards my bra strap.


I back up a little and lift my shirt over my head. He studies my
cleavage for a while, swallowing, absently licking his lips. I bring
his hands up and place them squarely over my breasts. He feels them
lightly and delicately as if he might bruise them.


After more kissing and some tongue play, I ask him if he'd brought
anything. He looks puzzled.


"Protection, Jonno," I explain.


"Oh, that..." he chuckles nervously, "no I... didn't think that... I
mean..."


"Well," I interrupt softly, "it's just as well I remembered..."


"Oh, you want to... I didn't know if..."


"Finish a bloody sentence Jonno," I tell him laughingly.


"Sorry, I'm just nervous."


"That's better. Now, are you going to take your clothes off?"


"Sure!" he says, hastily undoing his shirt.


In the dim light, Jonno's tanned body is finally revealed down to
his briefs, which bulges uncomfortably.


I turn my back so he can undo my bra. He peels it slowly off and
follows it with his hands, which rests over the tips of my nipples. I
can feel his erection pressing into the top of my bottom.


Jonno massages my front, from my tits to my tummy. He nuzzles my
neck, suckles my ear, it tickles!


I turn around for some more hot kissing. I stroke his torso, feeling
the muscles and down to his hard butt. Pushing my fingers under his
briefs onto his muscular cheeks, Jonno gives a little start and
scrabbles at the belt of my jeans.


I undo my belt myself and push them down for him. He grabs me hard
and pulls me against his cock. I want to sit down, my legs are
feeling weak.


"Can we sit?" I ask him.


Jonno unclips one of the bottom bunks and pulls it down. He guides
me onto the plastic covered mattress, it feels cool on my bare skin.
Noting my little wince at the contact, Jonno apologises.


"Sorry," he says, "keeps it dry... can't dry out a wet mattress..."


"It's ok, I understand."


"Wool blanket goes on top... then sleeping bag... I'll fetch a
blanket."


"No," I stop him, "don't worry... just lie with me."


The bunk is very narrow, it's impossible to lie side by side, so
Jonno stretches out on top of me. He keeps his weight off me by
bracing himself with his arms and continues to kiss my lips and
breasts.


All except his crotch, which he saws against my mound, grinding in
imitation of fucking. I flush hot with arousal. Reaching down, I
capture the head of his penis in my fist. His cock is poking through
the top of his waistband.


"Tee... would you... I mean that night in the grandstand you..."


"You want me to suck you?"


"If you want."


"Sure!"


I get him to sit on the bunk and kneel between his legs. I ease his
briefs down over his erection, which springs straight up. I kiss the
tip before lowering my mouth over the head.


Jonno leans back against the steel hull and sighs and groans as I
work my mouth up and down. It's fully as big as I remember, my pussy
throbs with anticipation. I stroke his thighs, combing through his
hairs, feeling his soft velvety balls.


"Want to put it in me?" I ask.


Jonno nods swallowing.


Katzmarek (C)
