These are really Cynthia’s summer e-mails, but I 
thought you might like to catch up on her news.


Oh bye the way, red tape first.

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Knowing Cynthia parts of this are probably fiction.  
Mind you I did get a post card from her postmarked 
London this summer.  


Luv Karen


August 22nd


Hi Karen,

 	How’s Simon?  How are Paul and Sara?  Long time 
no see.  Sorry I haven’t written for ages but the free 
ISP I was using went bankrupt, must have been all the 
e-mails I sent you.  Anyway got another; well Nigel 
has one so I used that one.  Nigel, Oh I haven’t told 
you yet have I?  Anyway I’ll start with the first e-
mail I was going to send you ages and ages ago, I’ve 
tagged the others on the end.  I wrote most of them 
ages ago but Jennifer said I wasn’t to send it until 
after August 21st cause my job was hush hush, OhMyGod 
can you imagine me having a hush hush job and not 
telling anyone all summer?  Mind you I’ve only just 
figured out how to send all my e-mails cause although 
I wrote them on the laptop I hadn’t figured out how to 
change the ISP for sending them.


May 23rd.


Hey girl I got a job, a summer job, a real summer job!  
It’s not even minimum wage either.  I sent off like 
2,000 CVs, my mom printed them off and stuffed them at 
work with this really cool machine, then added the 
envelopes onto one of their mail outs.  I got a phone 
call from some girl asking could I start tomorrow, be 
there at 7:25 for an interview, job starts at 7:30 am.  
So 5:30 I get up and shower, even dug out a skirt to 
wear, well I wanted to make a good impression.  You 
know it still fitted me, god it must be two years 
since I’ve worn a skirt but Oh well want a job have to 
look the part.  Do you remember how we shortened all 
my grey school uniform skirts to six inches above the 
knee but left one just in case, well I wore just in 
case, I just knew it would come in useful one day.  I 
couldn’t find any tights though so I put on my old 
knee socks.  So at 7:24 am I present myself at the 
door, white blouse and ex-school uniform pleated grey 
skirt polished black shoes with no heels.  Sort of Mom 
would approve neat and tidy.  I’d even brushed my hair 
a hundred strokes as well.  I was welcomed by quite a 
pleasant lady who looked me up and down then said “He 
likes his coffee at 7:32am, I’ll show you where to 
make it and how he likes it, the kettle has boiled.”  
“But isn’t someone going to interview me?” “Yes but I 
have to break it to him slowly and he’s more human 
after his coffee.”  Mystified I followed her into the 
office kitchen and she made coffee for three of us, 
Blue Mountain coffee, carefully measured out, only a 
certain type of paper filter, water off the boil for 2 
minutes first, MyGod she hasn’t seen me first thing in 
the morning making coffee.  She looked me up and down 
once more.  “Oh dear, take your top off and your bra, 
Umm, yes I know, I’ve a silk chemise that should fit 
in my drawer.”  Yes I know I’m supposed to play a part 
but what part am I playing I wonder to myself?  “Right 
now no make up, no earrings, make his coffee for him, 
make sure he eats, he tends to forget, and get him to 
London for August 15th for his presentation.  If you 
get time, spell check it for him and check his grammar 
and style.  Action stations he’s here!”


“Good morning Dr. Lawton”.


A rather thin, lanky, almost scrawny, 1960s hippie 
looking sort of man who looked as if he had just 
sprinkled his clothes on at random drifted through the 
door.  He really didn’t look anything special, in fact 
if I’ve passed him in the street I might have given 
him a dollar for a coffee.  I handed him his coffee as 
he put his hand out.  He sort of drifted off into his 
office.


“OK.  Now I’m Jennifer, my sister has just had a car 
accident and I have to go and sort out her four 
children and husband until she gets out of hospital.  
I think I’ll be gone about three months so for the 
next three months you become Dr. Lawton’s minder.  
He’s working on multiplexing fibre transmitters.  
Basically if he gets it right the company stays in 
business and makes lots of money, if he doesn’t well 
we won’t talk about that.  If you really need to speak 
to me here is my mobile number.  Otherwise the travel 
arrangements etc. are on my desk with the office 
credit card.”


“I’ve put you down as a management consultant, at $800 
a day, with an $40,000 bonus in stock options if the 
presentation is delivered on time.”  What gives with 
this job, no one but no one gets paid $800 a day now 
do they?  “Don’t talk about any details about your job 
or Dr. Lawton to anyone and I mean anyone until after 
August 21st.  When you fly take two bouncers from the 
Blue Lagoon club in the basement with you.  I’ve 
spoken to Steve about that, any problems that way 
there is a panic button under my desk, Steve will have 
someone one up very quickly.   Clothes, you’ll be 
staying at the Savoy in London and there will probably 
be a few receptions so you’ll need a few respectable 
outfits, cocktail, garden party, evening gowns sort of 
thing.  Talk to Jonathan, take his advice, put them on 
the office credit card.  If you can get Dr. Lawton 
into a suit so much the better, but don’t bother if he 
gets too absorbed in his work, in fact if you can get 
him to eat regularly you’ll be doing well.  Jean-
Pierre will cook lunch and an evening meal for you 
both at the Blue Lagoon.  You can either use Isaac’s 
taxi company to drive Dr. Lawton to and from work or 
do it yourself.  Its probably safer if you do it 
yourself.  There are four different cars; here are the 
keys Steve will show you where they are.  Also I 
suggest you rent a car at least once a week and use 
those, vary the cars, vary the routes.  Its long hours 
but not much to do in the office.”


“Now basically all you have to do is change his coffee 
three times a day, look pretty, show a bit of tit and 
ass then Dr. Lawton won’t even notice I’m not here.”  
Then she kissed me, not a gentle kiss on the cheek but 
a deep French Kiss.  I felt her hand on my breast and 
my nipple firm in response to her touch.  I mean I’m 
not like that or at least I didn’t think I was apart 
from last Christmas with you after the cherry brandy 
of course.  Then, in a state of shock, bruised lips, 
protruding nipples and flustered as I was she took me 
by the hand and led me into Dr. Lawton’s office after 
knocking on the door.


“Dr. Lawton, this is Ms Cynthia Chappell who will be 
working in the office as a summer student.  My sister 
has had a car accident and I’d like to go and sort her 
family out for a few days and Ms Chappell has agreed 
to look after you in my place.”  Dr. Lawton looked up 
nodded and returned to his computer screen.  “Thank 
you”.  We exited the room my interview finished.


“Sorry about the kiss but men don’t seem to be able to 
refuse an aroused pretty girl anything and I didn’t 
want to take any chances.  So far I haven’t had any 
sexual harassment from Dr. Lawton, in fact if anything 
quite the opposite, but he seems a bit more cheerful 
if I brush my breasts against him from time to time.  
Anyway my flights in an hour so I must run.  If you 
want something to read I usually order it from Amazon, 
put it on the office credit card, if Dr. Lawton wants 
something get it the fastest delivery possible, and 
now I’m late so I really must run, you’re in charge.  
I couldn’t get an agency girl in the timeframe, but I 
had just had time to get security to clear you first 
and I’ve checked your references, looked through your 
C.V. and I sure you’ll do fine.  Give Steve a ring 
about 10 am and he’ll sort out the bouncers for you.”  
With that she disappeared down the stairs murmuring 
“I’m late, I’m late….


I sat down and looked over the desk, it all sounded a 
bit James Bondish but what the heck for $800 a day I 
can live with that.  Jennifer had left a sheet of 
instructions that said beware head hunters and that no 
one was to be admitted whatsoever unless Dr. Lawton 
himself told me he was expecting someone.  OK so I 
have to watch out for pygmies armed with blow pipes.  
There was the web address of a web site which sold his 
coffee, in case of panic, panic who me?  Press the red 
button under the desk.  I had a look, just like a bank 
there was a red button with a guard over the top.  
Password for the office computer, instructions on how 
to check for e-mails, OK, where the spare kettle was.  
Let’s hope I don’t need that one.  The office door 
opened and a young lady dressed in a business suit 
walked in.  “Hi my name is Sandra Montgomery and I’m 
from the Financial Times to see Dr. Lawton.”


“I’m sorry but he is not available at the moment.”  
God I sounded like I knew what I was saying.  She 
strolled into the office and started picking papers 
up.  “I think you’d better leave”.  “Oh no I’m quite 
happy to wait until he is available”.  She sat down 
crossed her elegant legs and picked up a magazine and 
started to thumb it through.  I looked through the 
notes Jennifer had left.  Undesirables maybe removed 
by pressing red button under desk.  I pressed the 
button under the desk and heard the door to Dr. 
Lawton’s door lock behind me.


Thirty seconds later the office door was flung back 
and in dashed three men, a bit breathless, well you 
could just about call them men.  The door was only 
just wide enough as they came in one at a time.   The 
last a slightly older one turned to me and panted “I’m 
Steve and I assume this is our special visitor?”  I 
nodded.  “Would you like to step this way please 
madam”.  He held the door open.  “No way I came to 
interview Dr. Lawton and I’m not going before I do”.  
Steve nodded.  The two goons with him picked up the 
chair Ms. Montgomery was sat on and carried it out of 
the door.  “Sorry about that.”  He looked round “I 
think I’d better see about an entry phone, and CCTV.  
Jennifer had mentioned it to me but I hadn’t quite got 
round to arranging it.  I take it you’re Ms. 
Chappell?”  I nodded “But won’t you call me Cynthia at 
least.  My friends call me CC or Cyn”.  I offered.  “ 
Steve and Cyn it is then.”


“I’ll be back up about 5 to 10 to escort you down to 
the club.” I nodded.  The Club sounded quite imposing.  
I sat back and wondered what I had gotten myself into.  
Still the money was good.  I looked at the 
instructions in front of me, check his coffee cup 
about 9:30.  I wondered about popping out for a pastry 
at the store downstairs.  I popped my blouse back on 
over the tank top and locked the door behind me.  
Downstairs they had heavenly croissants so I brought 
two and took them back upstairs.  Took off my blouse 
and carefully made another pot of coffee, Blue 
Mountain beans, the smell was heavenly, put one of the 
croissants on a plate and carried it into Dr. Lawton’s 
office.  He was staring at the computer screen with a 
notepad in front of him.  I placed the plate down and 
tip toed off with his cup.  Refilled it and took it 
back in.  An absent-minded hand picked up the 
croissant and moved it towards his mouth.  He looked 
far too young to be a Dr. and far too absorbed in what 
was in front of him to worry too much about what I was 
wearing.  At $800 a day my very own golden goose, he 
just looked like he needed fattening up.


Steve came in at the appointed hour carrying an empty 
office chair.  “Here you are, your Ms. whatever wasn’t 
a reporter from the Financial Times by the way, we 
checked so good job you called us.”  “What did you do 
with her?”,  “Oh we just carried the chair outside and 
set it down in the rain and asked her for some 
identification.  She mentioned she’d left it in her 
car and scampered off.  Chair’s a bit damp mind but it 
will soon dry off.  You come and look over my young 
men.”  We walked down the fire escape together, Steve 
telling me about the deal Jennifer had cut with the 
Blue Lagoon.  Amongst other concerns the company owned 
property, and was the Blue Lagoon’s landlord.  Since 
Jennifer had arrived the Blue Lagoon now paid $5 a 
month rent for a downtown location plus a bit of 
assistance when required.  “Makes quite a difference 
to the books I can tell you.”  “What sort of club was 
the Blue Lagoon?”  I timidly asked.  You know me I’m 
never timid, but with Steve I was timid.  “It’s just a 
club with a stage and a dance floor.  We tried 
comedians but they didn’t seem to go with the lunch 
time crowd so these days we have young ladies dancing 
round a pole on stage and the best French cuisine this 
side of Paris.  Actually whilst I think about it have 
you ever tried dancing for a living?  The pay is quite 
good for a summer student job and our patrons rather 
like seeing a fresh pair of breasts.  You blush rather 
nicely as well, go down like a bomb you would.”  He 
leered at me, “Quite certain you don’t want to give it 
a try?”  “Just remember Jennifer left me in charge.  
What did you say was the going rent for the premises?”  
I asked sweetly.  “Alright, alright nuff said can’t 
blame a guy for trying.”


We entered the club.  “Right lady and gentlemen line 
up.  Chests out, maybe not Alison, let see whom takes 
the eye of the young lady today.”  He turned to me 
“Take your time, have a feel, give them a squeeze if 
you like, see how solid they are.  Try them out, give 
them a punch, kick the tires.  Look for a bit of 
chemistry, look for someone whom you would feel 
comfortable taking orders from.”  I looked at him.  
“Well if pinch comes to shove these lads will be the 
ones telling which way to go whilst they head the 
threat off.”  He turned back to the assembled crowd, 
“By the way bit of foreign travel in this one.  Bit of 
Merry old England in the tourist season.”  The crowd 
stood straighter, shoulders were flung back.  I walked 
down the line, God Karen I kid you not these guys made 
the football team look like wimps.  I had to look up 
at practically everyone and you know how rare that is 
for me.  I stopped at one that looked like solid 
muscle.  I walked round him savouring his tight bum, 
giving it a friendly grope as I passed.  My pick of 
these beef cakes.  I continued to the next  “Steve are 
these guys for real?”  The guy I stopped in front 
growled then went to pick me up; I turned kneed him in 
the groin and threw him with a hip throw to the floor.  
Steve just grinned.  “Guess you aren’t going to 
Blighty then Ron.”  I walked up to the next.  He was a 
bit shorter than the others.  He stepped back and 
winked at me grinning.  “No way do I want to take your 
test lady, let’s just say I’ve failed.”  I walked 
further down the line; suddenly whirled and caught the 
one I’d just passed with my foot behind his knee.  A 
second fell at my feet.  I was beginning to enjoy 
this.


The next had a cauliflower ear and broken nose.  I 
walked up to him and stroked the inside of his thigh, 
looking up as I looked him in the eye.  My hand moved 
higher and cupped his balls.  A female voice spoke 
“Cynthia darling I think you should put him down”.  I 
did as I was told and another male lay writhing at my 
feet.  “Sorry Fred that was a rather unfortunate 
choice of words wasn’t it?  Steve before you let her 
demolish your bouncers altogether perhaps I should 
mention Miss Innocent here” I curtsied and fluttered 
my eye lashes ”has a black belt in Judo and is the 
only person I’ve seen better Arthur besides myself of 
course.  I came across her at the course I ran for 
female students in the art of self defence at the 
University.”  Steve gave me a disapproving look and I 
hung my head, as you know every word was true but it’s 
not often a girl gets to have so much fun.  I looked 
at Steve, “But you did say I could give them a 
squeeze?  How else is a girl to know if a man has the 
balls she wants”.  No answer came so I thought I’d 
better come clean  “I suppose I’d better have Miss 
Alison Counts and Arthur Bell then.  That is if they 
don’t mind.”


“Actually its Mr. and Mrs. Bell these days, we got 
married last month and a trip to Europe would be an 
ideal delayed wedding trip.”  Alison stepped towards 
Arthur who had winked at me earlier.  Steve looked 
shaken.  “Well they would be my first choice as well 
since they fade into the background more than some of 
my other gentlemen.”  He shook his head and glowered 
at the rest.  “Priceless, bloody priceless, three of 
you put down on the floor by a slip of a girl.  
Couldn’t you think what to do other than lie down, 
roll over and wag your tail?  God only knows what 
you’d do with a drunken punter.  I can see I’ll have 
to get Alison to give you a bit more practise on the 
mats.”  He turned to me “I don’t suppose you fancy a 
career as a doorman either?”  I shook my head, “It’s 
alright Ron your job is safe, unless I see you on the 
floor at the feet of another girl once more this 
month, understand?”  He looked back at me.  “I suggest 
that Alison pops back with you to the office and you 
can discuss what needs to be done.”  Alison and I 
returned upstairs.


Alison looked through the itinerary, “Have you ever 
been to a live theatre or the opera?”  I thought about 
it.  “Apart from a school play I don’t think I ever 
have.”  “You’re in for a treat then.  Clothes, ever 
spent $500 on a dress?”  My jaw dropped!  “People 
don’t do that for real do they?”  “Indeed they do, but 
we need to dress both you and I and we really should 
try to keep the total under $10,000 unless of course 
we can coax Dr. Lawton into evening dress in which 
case I think we’ll be forgiven anything.  Thinking of 
which it’s nearly twelve and if I’m not mistaken Jean-
Pierre is very unforgiving of anyone who is late for 
one of his meals.  Come on I’ll take you both down.”


I buttoned up my blouse once more.  I felt more 
comfortable with a bit more covering on when I went 
back to the club.  I tapped on the office door, 
“Feeding time”.  Dr. Lawton picked up his notepad and 
pencil and continued to scribble as we guided him 
through the door and onto the elevator only to see 
Sandra Montgomery there.  I motioned to Alison, we 
deposited the Doctor in one corner and scooped out Ms. 
Sandra from the other.  Alison gave her hand a quick 
chop as she attempted to hold the door and climb back 
in.  


When we entered the club Dr. Lawton and Alison went on 
ahead.  I stopped in the doorway looking in amazement 
as two dancers were dancing practically naked on the 
stage.  I looked at the audience and found they were 
slowly turning their heads my way.  I seemed to have 
caught their eye for some reason, I would have thought 
the expanse of naked flesh being exposed on the stage 
would have kept their attention.  I froze quite unable 
to move.  A scantily clad waitress came across,  “Come 
and sit down, if you stand in the door way any longer 
with that fresh innocent school girl look they’ll all 
start drooling”.  As I followed a voice called out and 
offered $50 for me to go and do a turn on the stage.  
I looked at the waitress, she shrugged her shoulders, 
“Why not he didn’t specify naked.”  We walked over to 
the DJ and looked through his CDs.  There was one I 
recognised from gran’s collection, “Thirteen Women and 
only One Man in Town”, I thought that might bring back 
a few memories to the old duffers, besides which I 
knew grandma’s exercise routine, cause we used to do 
it together sometimes.  Five minutes later I was $50 
cash richer, thanks gran.  I think they enjoyed me 
dancing around the stage, even the little curtsey I 
did at the end holding my hand out for my $50.  I’m 
certain I got more applause and enthusiasm than anyone 
else anyway.  


Eventually I arrived a little breathless at a small 
table set for four that looked quite out of place.  If 
I was generous I’d say the Blue Lagoon looked seedy, 
but the table cloth was white linen, the cutlery 
spotless and if the waitress did look as if she was 
about to fall out of her top at any second, at least 
she didn’t look rushed.  She addressed us.  “Hi my 
name is Trish and I’ll be your waitress during the 
week both lunch time and in the evening.  Is Arthur 
supposed to be on duty as well?” she asked Alison.  
“I’ll collect him on the way round.  If you want 
anything just ask.  Just water to drink?  We have 
Evian, Perrier, Apollinaris, Aqua Silva, Aqua Vera, 
Quézac, Vermount Pure, and corporation pop as Arthur 
likes to call it.  Since money’s no object I suggest 
corporation pop with ice, at least you know its been 
tested.”  “Corporation pop? “  “Tap water luv, Arthur 
is from the north of England and apparently the 
municipalities there are known as corporations hence 
corporation pop.  I think it sounds rather nice, don’t 
you?”  I asked about a menu.  Trish looked taken back.  
“Menu, I don’t think we really have a menu, Jean-
Pierre creates and you eat.”  I looked taken back.  
“Don’t worry you’ll love it, whatever it is.  Jennifer 
has the bill and gratuities for the four of you all 
taken care of by the way.”


The meal started with soup and fresh rolls still warm 
from the oven.  I swear to god I put on 10 lbs. on 
this job.  I mean soup doesn’t even begin to describe 
the dish.  It just was so good, quite thick with a 
sprinkling of green stuff on top.  Best of all I 
didn’t have to cook it or wash-up afterwards.  You 
know food really does taste nicer when its not served 
on foam plates with plastic knives and forks.  Ours 
came on elegant bone china plates with a pretty blue 
flower pattern.  The main course was a bit scrimpy I 
mean three tiny baby carrots was the vegetable 
portion, the veal, I’d never even had veal before…  
and the sweet trolley, well Alison and I shared a 
chocolate gateau between us, but I swear I could have 
savoured every morsel on there.


My golden goose of course simply reread his notebook 
and made more notes all through the meal.  Even when 
Trish was talking to the next table and managed to 
give him a shoulder massage with her bum.  Still he 
ate it all so what can I say?  After the meal Arthur 
asked me what I thought of the works canteen?  Trish 
overheard him and threatened to relay his comments 
onto Jean-Pierre.  After the second course the great 
Jean-Pierre himself came out, complete with a proper 
tall chef’s hat, and inspected the plates and Dr. 
Lawton before Trish took them away.  He turned to me.  
“The Miss Chappell?  I am glad to see you have eaten 
all your vegetables up, tonight I will increase him a 
little, perhaps four petite pois I think, or possibly 
five.”  He winked at me then looked towards my charge, 
“Him, I think I need to tempt, perhaps some wine ce 
soir to help the palette.  Mais you are doing the 
driving tonight so no wine for you I think.”  He 
smiled and turned away walking back to the kitchen.  
We had coffee then Alison and I guided Dr. Lawton back 
to the office.  As we passed the stage a dancer 
brazenly uncovered her breasts but Dr. Lawton showed 
no interest at all.


After lunch Alison and I left Arthur in charge and 
went to see Jonathan about our dresses.  Talk about 
camp my dear, when he found out what we wanted and how 
much time he had plus the budget he proposed using his 
summer school students at the local collage of art.  
He wanted to know which London theatres, which 
restaurants, which hotels.  Then I had to walk up and 
down in front of him.  He stood me in front of a 
camera naked to get my measurements then checked them 
all by hand.  Giving little shudders each time he 
actually touched me.  He asked if I wore heels and how 
high did I wear them.  Heels, I mean to say, with my 
height I’d look ridiculous, we agreed no heels.  When 
Alison slipped in we could go another $5,000-$8,000 if 
he could get Dr. Lawton in a suit or two or even 
evening dress.  He asked if we thought he could get 
his hands on the boy wonder, just to measure him up 
you understand.  I thought not.   He paused shook his 
head then he told us “Come back on Friday duckies, not 
a day sooner” and he’d see what could be done.


That afternoon I changed my golden goose’s coffee 
about 3 p.m.  About 5:30 we went down to the Blue 
Lagoon me acting like a guide dog holding his right 
hand whilst Dr. Lawton was reading some papers in the 
other.  Trish was pleased to see us and I think so was 
Jean-Pierre.  The food, well it was just out of this 
world.  Jean –Pierre himself came and served Dr. 
Lawton a glass of red wine.  Medoc I think it was, 
after his hand stretched out, a sip, then a nod and 
the glass placed back into place.  Archaic these male 
rituals.  I mean when did you have a bottle of wine 
last that was off?  Eventually I got half a glass.  
Hey I learnt something you remember that Chablis that 
we couldn’t drink, well it’s supposed to be like that.  
It’s not bad with Sole and lemon.  Oh and I got asked 
for a table dance but Trish rescued me.  She thought 
if I had a long skirt lying around and a long sleeved 
blouse that might deter the lap dance requests and 
pointed out with my long blonde tresses, innocent 
look, and practically official school uniform I should 
probably expect lots of male attention especially in 
the Blue lagoon.  So now my dear I get changed for 
dinner every night.  Mind you I have noticed that our 
table isn’t one that’s hidden in the corner and I 
still get a lot of surreptitious glances.  Perhaps I’m 
showing too much flesh normally?  Do men find long 
skirts, high necks and blouses with lace collars sexy?  
If so I give up, I just don’t understand them at all.  
I had two fresh cream chocolate éclairs from the sweet 
trolley.  I could get to like the food here especially 
the sweet trolley.  Trish thought I looked like a 
starving student.


Anyway afterwards I guided him into a car I took the 
first one from the four pointed out to me.  It was 
little and low you know a sort of car for running 
around town in, a manual but I’ve driven one of those 
before.  My dad was too mean to have automatic on his 
last car.  Anyway we arrived at a red light along side 
a red mustang.  These two guys inside opened their 
window and like leered at me.  My passenger’s hand 
moved and toggled a dashboard switch marked blower.  I 
mean what a time to decide he wants more air 
conditioning.  The light changed and I thought I’d 
just nip away quick so I booted it.  Girl we hit the 
red on one of the dials so quick you wouldn’t believe 
it. I changed gear, changed again, changed again and 
looked down.  Girl we were doing over a 100 and I 
don’t mean klicks either.  Oh we left the red car way 
behind, he must have fluffed his gears or something.  
Real cool.  I slowed down to the speed limit, the hand 
reached over and flipped the switch marked blower 
again.  Couldn’t the guy make up his mind?  Did he 
want the A/C on or not.  I was cold enough in fact my 
nipples were standing out quite proudly.


We approached the house, the hand moved once more and 
the garage door opened.  I backed in.  Then they came.  
His first real words to me.


“Do you know how to work a washing machine?” Could 
this be a pickup line?  No it didn’t sound like it.  
Men, I ask you, what a question.  I mean I’d never 
actually used one before have you? but it couldn’t be 
that hard could it, I mean to say my Mom does it all 
the time and she can’t even work the video recorder.  
I tried to wiggle out saying “I’d love to but I have 
to look for a new apartment because my lease is up 
Friday.”  “Oh no problem I think there’s a spare room 
or two here.  Have a look round and see what you 
think.”  Inside the place was huge but nothing in it 
apart from sheers, a microwave, washing machine and 
dryer and a sleeping bag.  Oh there was a heap of CDs 
on the floor in the main salon with a portable CD 
player.  “There’s no furniture.”  “Yes I had noticed, 
Jennifer found the house for me so I cashed in some 
stock options but I just hadn’t got round to 
furnishing it.  Do you think you could choose a few 
things?”


“But I don’t know what you taste is.”  “No but I trust 
yours, you just pick what you’d like to live with and 
I’ll pay, just don’t skimp.”  He disappeared under a 
pair of headphones.  I didn’t know what to do. Should 
I move in with someone on the first day I met them?  
How was I going to explain to Mom I was moving in with 
my boss?  Then I got real.  Have you ever dreamt about 
furnishing a whole house from top to bottom money no 
object.  I have.  Just try it for a power trip one-
day.  Furnish a house from top to bottom money no 
object, with just what you want, where you want it, 
with no cast-offs and no Mom saying that would be 
nice.  The experience is truly awesome.  Like really 
cool.  I told myself I’d just move my things over the 
one night and sleep on the decision.


I took the car back to the office.  I’d seen something 
that looked like it would take more than two 
passengers and a handbag parked there.  What I needed 
was the minivan I’d seen there.  It was a bit wide, a 
bit too wide to slip through gaps and things.  It 
didn’t seem quite as quick at the traffic lights 
either, I didn’t think I had seen any bags of sand in 
the back.  Perhaps if I put my foot down.  We picked 
up speed but sounded like a mustang with a broken 
exhaust.  I looked on the dash board, OhMyGod where 
had he come from?  I swerved and ran into the ditch, 
then surprise, surprise we didn’t stop we just ran up 
the other side.  Oh well I steered back through the 
ditch once more and back onto the highway.  Now what 
kind of minivan was I driving here?  I looked in the 
glove compartment.  Taking care of your new Hummer.  
Taking care of my new Hummer, well it seemed to do a 
good job taking care of little old me.  I’d take it to 
the car wash Sunday morning as a reward.  I loaded my 
gear including my dirty washing up in the Hummer, it 
still had room even when everything was in.  I belted 
Teddy safely in the passenger seat and off we went to 
show Teddy his new home.  Teddy didn’t move a muscle 
when I threw the switch on the dash that marked ‘door’ 
saying “OpenSaysMe” and reversed in once more.


The washing machine was easy, once I’d opened the 
stupid childproof door.  I’m getting too old for these 
things, I used to find them simple.  Inside was a book 
of instructions and a free sample soap packet.  Did 
you know you are supposed to sort things out into 
colours, dark and white.  I didn’t, I just gave Jason 
a smile to take it down the laundrette. You know the 
one at the corner where you told me someone was shot 
last year, over who had been waiting for the dryers 
the longest. Oh god I meant to mention it to you he’s 
had the hots for you all last year and was after me to 
introduce him to you.  I just didn’t get round to it.  
Besides which he was so useful doing little jobs just 
to stay on the right side of me to get an 
introduction.  Now I think about it weren’t you asking 
me questions all year about him as well?  OhMyGod 
Sorry.  I am so sorry, I really am, ever so, but at 
least you have Paul now.  Forgive me.  Just a little 
bit?


That night Teddy and I slept on the floor.  Mind you 
luxury carpeting and separate bathrooms of course.  
Teddy thought his green colour bath set his fur off 
nicely, my bathroom is ivory complete with bidet, two 
wash basins, a shower, a toilet that goes whoosh when 
you flush it and finally the bath to end all baths.  
Free standing with enough controls and nozzles to take 
off.  Oh my new room is bigger than our old apartment, 
something like 400 square feet of built-in closets and 
stuff.


Next morning, after my shower, I wasn’t going to risk 
a bath, I took his lordship a coffee in bed.  Then we 
set off for the office.  I asked him about rent.  
“Rent, don’t worry about it, I have enough money, a 
cup of coffee in bed each day will do fine.”  Then he 
returned to his notes, talk about how the other half 
live. $800 a day and no rent, I pinched myself was I 
dreaming.  I talked to Alison about the house so she 
arranged for Arthur to baby-sit the office whilst we 
went shopping.


We started at a furniture factory, well workshop, I’d 
seen 3 blocks away.  We went in and asked what they 
had.  It was well made but a bit heavier than I’d 
like, so I said as much.  The owner nodded grimly.  
“Well if you decide to come back make it fast because 
I foolishly brought some computer controlled cutters.  
Latest thing at the Furniture Tools Show.  Way of the 
future they said, if I can’t make a payment on them to 
the bank by the end of next month or at least show 
some orders there is no future.  Look at them sitting 
idle, fully automated useless things.  What I need is 
a designer who understands this stuff and 50 salesmen 
to sell it to the stores.”  Designer, Alison and I 
looked at each other why not.  We thanked him and 
walked back to Jonathan’s.


“Friday I said and Friday I meant.  Go away and I 
don’t care if you have more money.”  “What a greeting.  
How are you Alison and Cyn?  How wonderful to be 
wanted.”  Replied Alison.  “We just wondered if you 
knew anything about furniture design?”  “Yes its stuff 
you have as background to show off my wonderful 
creations to their best advantage.  I supposed you 
better come in.”  He turned back into the room and 
turned to a younger version of himself dressed in a 
beautiful silk shirt who was sipping tea from a china 
cup.  “Julian darling, its your big chance just come 
through the front door, they want a coffee table.  
Could you advise them.”  “Well she’s tall anyway not 
what you’d call big”.  He was looking at my chest, I 
was beginning to loathe this guy.  He walked round me.  
“Could do with some new clothes but what am I saying.  
Drink tea my loves, drink tea, it’s the only drink 
these day, China or Indian?”  He shuddered.  “Nasty 
stuff coffee.” “Oh don’t mind him he has to prostitute 
himself by selling cups of coffee down the mall whilst 
waiting for his big chance.”  “Manager of a superior 
coffee outlet, Manager my dear, Manager, not just the 
till girl.  And let’s face it we can’t all bring wood 
to life some of us have the gift and some of us 
don’t.”  Julian said looking straight at Jonathan.


I was getting exasperated by all this by play.  “All I 
want to do is furnish a house.”  “A complete house?”  
I nodded.  “How big?”  “Biggish.”  “Top to bottom?”  
“Yes”. “Money?”  “I have money” I said crossing my 
fingers.  “You must come upstairs to my boudoir and 
see my etchings.”  He rose and walked over to the 
stairs.  “Oh for god sakes its not is if I was taking 
a man up there.”  He threw back over his shoulder.  


“Voila!  My whole life’s work spread before you.  I’ve 
been dreaming of the day when someone would walk in 
and use my designs.”  There were hundreds and hundreds 
of design sketches.  Some were ultra modem, some 
looked antique, there was heavy Southern style but the 
ones I lost my heart to were the modern Finnish 
looking ones.  Maybe there were hidden depths to this 
jerk.  “See anything you like?”  “Yes but how do you 
convert the sketches to real furniture?  How can I be 
sure what the room will look like?”  “Oh well my shift 
doesn’t start until 6 p.m. today.  Now where did I put 
my handbag?  Now the laptop?  Let’s go and look at 
your house.”  So we did.  Julian fed the sizes of the 
rooms into his computer.  
We moved tables round, made them bigger, smaller, 
longer, taller, a few millimetres here, a few there, 
we looked at the rooms in summer, winter with 
different room lighting.  Julian marked outside walls 
then placed speakers and chairs.  The program knew 
about the various Bang & Olufsen music components and 
it selected these and shuffled them round until it 
found the optimum placing for sound quality.  “Bang & 
Olufsen are well known in the design world but I do 
wish they would add in a few other audio companies 
that someone else might have heard of.”  Complained 
Julian.  Julian asked me who would be living there so 
I mentioned Dr. Lawton and myself.  He asked about Dr. 
Lawton’s measurements so he could feed them into the 
computer and get a made to measure chair out of it.  I 
didn’t know so we sort of guessed.  Alison measured me 
and we fed those in.  Finally we were all done except 
the kitchen.  Alison thought we ought to talk to Jean-
Pierre about that.  I’d never realised that computer 
programs could do size optimising for furniture 
before.  Nor that it could show you solid images and 
how it would look in different arrangements.  Then we 
asked Julian about how soon it would all be ready.
 

He suddenly looked crestfallen.  He’d never really 
thought about actually making furniture, he just 
designed it.  All we needed was a workshop that could 
handle AutoCAD files.  I asked him if all the things 
he had shown us could be done on a web site.  He 
thought about it then nodded, I suppose so.  We 
bundled him into the back of the Hummer and drove back 
to the workshop.  We sat down and talked with Mr. 
Sanders and his wife, the owners.


It appeared that Julian’s software outputted the right 
sort of files for the furniture workshop, so my 
furniture could be made very quickly to Julian’s 
designs.  Then we set-up up a new company.  
“Chappell’s Bespoke Furniture”.  I rang Martha you 
know the red head who is doing economics and hadn’t 
been able to get a summer job and hired her at $12 an 
hour to write up a business plan and get things going.  
I hired Silvia at the same rate of pay to build a Web 
site plus she gets an option on 1% of the stock.  I 
have 5%, Julian has 5%, the Blue Lagoon bouncers and a 
couple of the dancers found $85,000 between them for 
5%, and the wood workshop has 84%.  It’s really cool 
you go to the web site feed in your room sizes and it 
lets you choose your furniture from Julian’s designs.


Lots of Love 


Cyn


June 3rd



All the books on next year’s reading lists have 
arrived.  I’ve got them stacked up in my room.  I’m 
half way through thermodynamics one.  Hey found this 
great stuff called entropy, it’s a sort of measure of 
mixed-up-ness.  I’m full of entropy.  Anyway to get 
back to my golden goose, we are settled into a routine 
now.  That man spoke again.  The words were:  “How 
much?”  Then he wrote me a cheque.  Didn’t even ask to 
see anything.  I finally got him to go for a full body 
scan, it was on Jennifer’s list, he only agreed if I 
went to.  I seem to get five words a week out of him.  
I mean to say I’ve heard of the strong silent type but 
God speak to me!  I was getting bored so I thought I’d 
try studying him.  You know trying various articles of 
clothing to see if I get a reaction.  I do but they 
are very subtle, except when I wore a pair of heels, 
sort of look of disbelief and a raised eyebrow saying 
what are you doing to your feet?  I only did that 
once, I don’t really like them anyway and I haven’t 
the figure for them.  Slowly I’m getting to recognise 
his mannerisms.  I thought I try a scientific 
approach.  You know varying one item at a time.  So 
I’ve been wondering round the house just dressed in 
thongs and panties.  I somehow get the impression I’m 
doing something wrong.  When I have my back to him I’m 
certain his eyes are on my butt.  When I’m facing him 
his attention seems to hover between my crotch and 
face.  Anyway he seems to like lace, pale colours with 
tiny flower patterns and what surprised me was low cut 
hipsters.  One pair of two layer sheer panties I could 
almost feel the warmth emanating from him.  I suppose 
the next step is to add bras with the panties.  In the 
office I tried a long skirt that was slit up the 
front, then with stockings underneath.  Short tight 
skirt, pleated skirt, wrap-over skirt, short pleated 
skirt, coloured tights, coloured stockings, black 
tights, black fishnet stockings, black seamed 
stockings,   He seems to be a leg man, thank god, as 
you know mine go on for ever.  Someone told me that a 
short girl looks good in a short skirt, but a tall 
girl just looks better.  A short pleated wrap-over 
skirt with black seamed stockings underneath, well I 
wanted to see if I could get any sort of reaction, 
gets a sort of purr look out of him.  So I’ve settled 
on that most of the time.  Some of the time I even 
leave the pin in the front to hold it together.  Tops 
come next.


Cyn


June 10th.


The furniture is so perfect.  It’s so cool, the velvet 
curtains set the china pattern off, well he said don’t 
skimp right.  Jonathan has some great contacts for 
material for drapes.  It’s so nice I’m not sure I want 
to give it up.  I had a little cry when I saw it all 
in place.  Even with himself it was a great success.  
He looked at it twice then took out a tape measure.  
He measured things up and then asked me to explain how 
it was everything fitted so exactly.  So I told him 
about Julian and the little company, he logged onto 
the web site and looked around.  Then he took his 
chequebook out again and wrote a cheque for $250,000 
post dated it for three days and said it was a venture 
capital investment.  He was sorry about the post-date 
but it would take that long to realise some of his 
stock options.  We issued him 15% of the shares.  I’m 
completely healthy by the way but will probably need 
reading glasses when I’m 33.  We spent like the whole 
morning getting scanned, weighed, prodded, giving 
blood samples, having smears taken and all sorts of 
things.  But I know now that I don’t have berry berry, 
never had chicken pox, had TB when I was young but its 
cleared up completely now, no STDs so I figure you 
should be OK as well if you know what I mean.  


My golden goose seems healthy as well.  They said he 
hadn’t had a heart attack, wasn’t blind, but needed 
his toenails trimming.  I wasn’t so sure about the 
blind after all the efforts I’d been making still…  
He’s under his ideal BMI but he’s looking not quite so 
thin.  The nurse coaxed me into getting a prescription 
for the Pill.  Well as she said you never know and its 
not often you meet someone these days who you know is 
healthy enough to jump into bed with.  Especially 
someone who is tall enough and intelligent as well, 
she added looking at me towering over her.  It’s not 
as if I have to you understand, its well its just 
whatever, and I have been out with someone shorter 
than me, you!  Oh I finally figured out his sizes, I 
bribed one of the nurses to get me a complete set of 
his measurements, Julian managed to have his chair 
made specially to measure.  I’ve also worked out he 
just takes the next item from the left side of his 
walk in closet and the next pair of pants from the 
other side.  Oh and he likes my pale silk chemise with 
no bra.  You know the one we brought together when you 
got the 50% scratch and save and we added like 11 tops 
and 8 pairs of jeans on the same card.  God we were 
wicked with that salesman, I mean trying them on in 
front of him because the changing room was closed for 
painting, I still don’t know how we had the nerve to 
do it.


Hugs and Kisses Cyn.


June 23rd.


Dear Agony Aunt Karen 


He’s cleaned up quite nicely.  I gave his measurements 
to Jonathan and his art school summer class have taken 
it on as a project.  I slipped the suit trousers into 
his closet and a shirt onto the other side.  He put 
them on unsuspecting, and I helped him on with the 
jacket at the front door and then it just seemed 
natural to hand him a tie then adjust it for him.  I 
think he has just passed some critical point because I 
found him humming at the office and last night he 
didn’t bury himself away with his notes.  We sat and 
listened to some of his CDs sitting together on the 
sofa.  He put his arm round me and I snuggled up.


Listen to me I sound like a kid on her first date.  
What should I do?


Yours confused Cyn.


P.S. Does that make me CCC?





July 1st


My first pay meaningful cheque cashed already.  Most 
of it went into my student loan, boring, but I had to 
have some fun so I’ve been out and invested a fortune 
(well three days pay) at the bridal boutique on long 
silky night-dresses that a girl couldn’t resist.  I 
brought some fun ones as well, baby doll night-
dresses, some sheer, some not so sheer, I mean a 
girl’s got to have a bottom drawer hasn’t she? I with 
drew lots of $ notes from the ATM and gave them to 
Silvia and Martha.  They seemed happier with $ notes 
than a proper pay cheque. Oh and a real black leather 
handbag for my passport.  Haven’t got that yet but I 
filled the forms in and sent it off to Mom to get it 
signed and stuff.  Jennifer rang she’s found an 
executive secretary in San Franciso within the company 
whose boss has just had a heart attack so is likely to 
be off for a few months.  Was I coping? Or would I 
like a proper summer student job at $12 an hour?  This 
was on the day when I’ve just got my first proper pay 
cheque in my hand.  I mean the hours are long but no 
question looking at that lovely cheque I can cope.  My 
handsome intelligent goose is fattening up nicely by 
the way think he’s put on 10 lbs. and looks better for 
it.  I asked Jennifer if she wanted a photo of Dr. 
Lawton in the suit he normally wears to work these 
days.  There was a silence at the other end.  Then 
“How on earth? Oh never mind how you managed it I’m 
impressed.”


Love Cynthia



July 10th


I’m going nuts.  I’m ironing his non-iron shirts for 
god’s sakes.  He didn’t ask me I just wanted to.  I 
put a tie on him and do it up before we leave for work 
in the morning.  It’s so crazy.  You know we both 
swore that when we got married they would have to iron 
their own shirts and I’m not even married.  I’ve 
started wandering round the house in my nighties.  I 
started in thin cotton ones, and then I forgot to put 
them into wash, so I ended up in one of the more 
daring creations.  Nothing slutty you understand, just 
a tasteful pair of bare breasts above most of the rest 
of the nightie, it has bra cups but only quarter cups, 
made of chiffon.  There are a few other creations 
which would give my dad a heart attack if he knew I 
was wearing them.  I mean to say do parents?  Well I 
know they must have once at least but I can’t imagine 
it somehow.  Oh no reaction nothing, well almost 
nothing.  Last night we watched some film or other me 
in my new lilac-blue lawn baby doll night-dress it’s a 
bit sheer and he had his arm round me once more.  We 
had the lights out watching the screen so it was 
perfectly respectable, I mean to say I had him turn 
the lights out after my bath before I came and sat 
besides him.   He actually rested his hand on the 
underside of my breast and stroked my nipple with his 
thumb.  Purr.


Later last night I was having an uncomfy tummy time of 
month thing, so I crept into his bed and he put his 
arms round me.  He seemed to sense what the problem 
was and where to rub me on my lower tummy to ease my 
pain.  He’s cheaper than Ibuprofen and much more 
effective.  I fell asleep in his arms with a rock hard 
penis between my buns so he can’t be totally asexual 
can he?



Still totally confused Cyn




July 15th


Did I tell you Madeline sent me back to the bridal 
boutique after looking at all my investments.  She 
said all I had to say was the engagement was off.  
Madeline, Oh I haven’t mentioned here before have I.  
She’s one of the students at the art college who wants 
to do some lingerie design, she needs to make some 
items up for her portfolio.  So I handed over my three 
days pay to her for material and she’s designing 
things for me.  Made-to-measure Baby Dolls that are 
just my crotch height, long night-dresses that come 
just to my ankle bone.  She’s even found me some hand 
made lace to trim one or two.  They’re almost too 
perfect to wear.  She’s working with Julian and his 
computer.  They do the design work on one of the 
computers then use the fabric cutter bit at Mr. 
Saunders factory to do the cutting out.  It’s really 
designed for furnishings and heavier fabrics but it 
does the thinner material as well.  Mr. Saunders 
doesn’t use that machine as much as some of the 
others.  Then they pass the bits to Mrs. Singh in the 
next workshop who makes them up.  She’s run me up some 
super respectable elegant blouses and skirts for 
lunching and dinning at the Blue Lagoon at quite 
reasonable prices.  Especially since they fit.


Chappell’s bespoke furniture is doing quite well.  Oh 
I’m a model now, I always knew my legs would come in 
useful for some thing.  Some glossy magazine that 
Julian has contacts with sent a photographer down to 
the house.  Some shots were shot with no one around 
and some with a very elegant me draped around the 
house in the first few dresses that Jonathan has 
delivered.  One is the most gorgeous dress.  It’s a 
copy of an 1880s design that they found in a museum, 
complete with the right underwear.  Madeline says 
getting the corset just right using modern materials 
was a real challenge.  Wearing it is as well.  Just 
don’t try to breathe deeply, I understand now why 
young ladies would faint so easily.  Takes ages to get 
dressed and you really have to have someone get you in 
and out.  Just the thing when you suspect a date rape 
might happen.  Long skirt, lots of material and lace 
trimmings, just like one of the period TV series.  
Complete with corset it must have taken a whole army 
of seamstresses to make it.  Oh and a parasol and hat 
just to complete the effect.  I don’t think I’ve ever 
owned a hat or parasol before.  Both are creations all 
by themselves.  Madeline delivered them altogether 
with some of her other designs.  Then she helped me 
get dressed in the historical creation.  


Oh and I really must tell you about the photographer, 
honestly Silvia and Madeline were so bad but nothing 
to Chantal when she wanted some free shots for her 
portfolio.  They were masterly or should I say 
misstressly?  I get so confused trying to be 
politically correct.  Any way it took nearly an hour 
to get the historical creation arranged which time the 
photographer had arrived, with Silvia who came down to 
make sure she could get some shots for the web site.  
Between the photographer and Madeline I finally got 
the hang of twirling my parasol in the approved 
manner.  It’s all in the wrist action my dear and 
quite fun once you get the hang of it.  The 
photographer had two cameras a real one and a magnetic 
one or was it electronic, anyway one used film and the 
other used memory cards.  Silvia sweet-talked the 
photographer into taking some memory card? shots of me 
in Madeline’s designs for Madeline’s portfolio.  I 
don’t know how she manages to do it, I think it must 
be her helpless look and big brown eyes.


We started with the more risqué items since Silvia 
didn’t want the photographer getting bored before the 
end.  It was fun, we started with Madeline’s 4 oz full 
length evening dress.  No I didn’t know you could get 
one that light either.  Backless very fine blue silk, 
well a couple of straps, you couldn’t wear anything 
under it, it was so thin.  It simply clung to my legs 
and everything else as well, but just my colour.  She 
mentioned it was one of her projects at college.  
Anyway wear it as an evening dress maybe but not 
something you could wear out of the house and not even 
in if there were visitors, or maybe I could, my pubic 
hair didn’t quite show through and a pert nipple never 
really did any harm did it?  Then we moved onto a 
chemise made of charmeuse and chiffon shadow stripe 
with a nice low back.  After seeing it the 
photographer didn’t seem to mind waiting whilst I 
changed.  The diagonal stripes were placed just wrong 
so instead of covering my essentials they were 
uncovered.  Breasts, nipples and even pubic hair which 
in my case doesn’t really matter.  Perhaps I should 
dye it brown or a dark colour so it shows more through 
my panties?  What do you think? Then I came out in a 
soft lace baby doll with Venice trim, with a tiny G-
String, I mean to say it was so sheer you could 
practically count my pubic hair through the two 
layers.  If the photographer had been wearing it we 
could have stared at his erection in the same way as 
he was looking at my erect nipples.  Then came a soft 
stretch lace bra and panties, very comfortable, I 
might wear them round the house when I’m looking for 
things, you know “did I put my skirt down in here?” 
sort of outfit.  The next set was a padded underwire 
"Open Bust" bra and crotchless panty set, if his eyes 
bulged before I thought they were going to fall out.  
Especially when Madeline produced a vibrator and made 
me pose with the vibrator thrust between the two 
halves of the crotchless panties and then insisted on 
a slow exposure speed so you could see the vibrator 
was vibrating.  Apparently it adds human interest.


We shot for another hour until I thought I’d better go 
and see to the lunch feeding time for my golden goose.  
I called Trish and asked her for another table for 
three and we all piled in the Hummer.  Silvia told him 
that it was awkward parking at the club which was sort 
of true I suppose.  Silvia popped in the back and put 
her handbag on the seat next to the door then motioned 
Peter the photographer to sit besides her.  Madeline 
squeezed in to make three on the back seat with Peter 
in the middle.  Madeline told me later that Silvia was 
sat at a slight angle so her legs were pressed against 
Peter’s, so she pressed her legs up against him on the 
other side.


When we got to the office I parked the Hummer in its 
special double width parking place and collected Dr. 
Lawton.  Then we all entered the Blue Lagoon together 
just as Chantal was walking from the dressing rooms.  
She came and hugged me and pirouetted in front of me.  
“It’s a copy of your little school girl outfit n’est 
pas?  Of course I shorten the skirt a little, and I 
make her a little more flared”, she pirouetted once 
more showing her stocking tops as she swirled a little 
faster.  “And I have zee bangs” moving her hands to 
her hair pulled into two bunches at the sides.  She 
looked serious for a moment “It is very successful for 
Chantal this my new look, already everyone is wanting 
my dances.  And who are these people you are bringing 
with you?  More dancers to compete with little 
Chantal?”  “No it’s just Madeline who is designing 
some dresses for me and Silvia who is doing the web 
design for the Julian’s furniture designs.”  “Ah Madam 
Quarter Pounder, and zee girl who will make Chantal’s 
fortune”.  I turned to Peter, “ and this Peter who is 
a photographer who is taking some photographs of the 
furniture and myself.  Peter, Madeline and Silvia meet 
Chantal who has put some of her life savings into 
Julian’s furniture designs.  Why Madam Quarter 
Pounder?”  “A photographer, you interest me.”  She 
stepped up to Peter and took his arm.  “You have come 
for zee lunch no?”  She looked over her shoulder at 
me, “Surely you have heard of the challenge at the Art 
Collage, the dean was drinking with the dean of the 
local engineering college and they had a bet about if 
anyone could make a full length evening dress that 
weighs under 4 oz?  Your friend Madeline here won the 
college $5,000 by producing using a blue silk dress 
that weighed just less than 4 oz and no-one could 
understand where she got the money for such fine 
material.”  Madeline looked innocently up in the air.  
Chantal cocked her head and looked sharply at her then 
me.  “Ah Chantal understands now, I thought it was 
made for a rather tall girl at the time when I saw it 
on display, 10% of the bet I hear, mais I say no more 
it is time for zee lunch.”  Trish came forward and 
guided Silvia, Madeline and Peter to a nearby table 
whilst I guided Dr. Lawton to our usual one.


I looked across to the other table where the three had 
sat down.  Chantal had wondered off and spoken to the 
DJ.  I glanced her way and saw her remove her panties 
in public then bring out another pair from her handbag 
and slid them up her legs before coming back to 
Peter’s table.  I couldn’t do that in a million years, 
just so brazen.  “Aren’t you going to invite me to sit 
down?”  She asked Peter, “But of course” he replied “I 
would be delighted if you joined us?”  She sat down on 
his lap.  Trish arrived with the soup.  “Oh did I 
miscount?  Are there four eating here?”  “Pas de tout, 
I have already had zee lunch I merely assist Monsieur 
Peter with his.”  She took a soupspoon and started to 
feed Peter his soup.  Dr. Lawton looked at me, he 
actually raised his eyes from his notebook and looked 
at me.  I just shrugged he returned to his notebook, I 
wondered which perfume it uses to get all that male 
attention?


Eventually lunch was over and we sat waiting for 
coffee to arrive.  Chantal called Trish over and had a 
whisper in her ear.  Trish then asked everyone if they 
would like cream with their coffee which I thought was 
a bit odd at the time.  Normally she serves a small 
jug of cream when she serves coffee, when she came 
back with a tray she had a bowl of whipped cream on it 
as well.  I suddenly realised what Chantal intended so 
I grabbed Dr. Lawton and we walked across to the other 
table screening them from the rest of the club.  
Chantal took off her top then spooned whipped cream 
over her breast then offered it to Pete to slurp off.  
I didn’t know what to do, whether to watch turn away, 
or just stand there and stare.  Peter seemed to know 
just what to do though.  OhMyGod it made my nipples 
tingle just to watch his tongue slurp up the cream, 
then having slurped it up he covered much of Chantal’s 
breast with his mouth and ran his hand up between her 
legs, hard against her panties.  She just giggled and 
moved his hand a little lower to rest over the tops of 
her stockings.  “Not so high Peter, not so high, at 
least not in zee public, people might get the wrong 
idea.”  Then she totally blew my mind, she slipped off 
her panties again this time wiping up the small blob 
of cream on Peter’s nose.  “See damp cotton gussets 
are useful n’est pas Peter?  Do you like their scent?  
You keep them I have another dry pair in my bag.”  It 
was like such a cool line but I couldn’t imagine me 
ever using it.  Can you? 


I guided Dr. Lawton back upstairs and settled him down 
with a fresh coffee and went down to collect the 
others to finish the shoot.  On the way back I glanced 
in the Hummer’s mirror, Silvia had Peter’s shirt 
undone and was running her hands over his hairy chest 
paying lots of attention to his nipples.  They had 
managed to get his arms pinned by having him have an 
arm around each, then I heard Chantal’s voice “There 
you see how distracting it can be having someone’s 
hand on your thigh, and if you keep nibbling my ear 
like this we will shock Cynthia again by having to put 
on fresh dry panties once more.”  I was so embarrassed 
God if I could have sunk out of sight in the driving 
seat I would have.


When we got back to the house I splashed my face with 
cold water then we started on the more mundane items, 
tiny bikinis made of triangles held together by 
string.  Then I tried on a long gown ideal for evening 
with spaghetti straps and matching thong, of a pale 
rose coloured lace.  I suspect the lace would limit 
where it could be worn but it is beautiful.  These 
were followed by several silk kimonos.  Finally we 
were done.


Then Chantal started.  Lots of full face, with 
different expressions, bare shoulders, covered 
shoulders, shawl round shoulders.  Then she moved onto 
full length body, parts of body, Chantal dancing, 
Chantal posing, Chantal doing unmentionable things 
with unmentionable parts.  Chantal lying back on the 
bed with two girls munching on her nipples at the same 
time, then a series of me munching her breast with my 
finger(s) up her rather moist pussy.  I wore a wig for 
those and you can’t see my face.  Anyway Chantal got 
the photographs she wanted that were suitable for 
either straight acting or showing enough body that she 
could use for submitting to XXX film companies for 
free.  Silvia mentioned that Peter didn’t make any 
charges for the memory card shots we have for both Web 
sites, either Madeline’s or Chappell’s furniture 
although she did make sure she got a signed copyright 
release.  Somehow I don’t think Peter minded too much 
do you?


So now Silvia has the memory card shots and has been 
sprinkling them across the Web Site.  Madeline has a 
bit of the web site as well, more pictures of me but 
without the face.  Chappell’s and Madeline’s lingerie 
designs are quite different but use the same server 
but different addresses.  Martha worked out a business 
plan for that as well.  Basically Madeline’s is very 
expensive at the moment because as Martha said she 
can’t handle too much business anyway.  Martha’s 
business plan is working out quite well.  The bank has 
offered more money at a lower interest rate and 
Silvia’s web site is working very well.  Mr. Saunders 
has taken on a second shift and he had a big contract 
for an office building which he is cutting the wood 
for but then subcontracting the assembly work out.  
Apparently offices rent better if the cubicles don’t 
all look exactly the same and the software generally 
gets another 8% in the number of offices than other 
methods.  This apparently is worth “Big Bucks”.


I started on the pill today, so I’m safe in a month’s 
time.  I still don’t know if I should be taking it, it 
seems so precalculated somehow.  Besides you can’t get 
pregnant the first time can you?



Still full of entropy Cyn



July 29th


We’re catching the plane this afternoon.  Concorde, 
Alison thought it wasn’t much more than a standard 
first class ticket but it might be more secure having 
fewer other passengers to worry about.  Also it will 
give us all time to get over our jet lag before the 
big day.  It’s the first time I’ve flown over an 
ocean.  If anything happens I’ve written my will and 
left it all to you.  Make sure teddy has a good home, 
he’s too frightened to come with me.  Jennifer dropped 
by a week ago.  Her sister is making a good recovery 
but still won’t be able to resume her life for a few 
days yet.  Dr. Lawton and Jennifer had an odd 
conversation, he asked her if she remembered him 
having shirts that fitted on the sleeve length and she 
said she didn’t.  He just nodded.  Then she looked at 
him and said he seemed happier and was he actually 
wearing a suit?  He nodded again, so he’d met someone?  
When was he thinking of getting married?  “A year or 
two”.   I lived with that guy practically every minute 
of every day for the last two months I couldn’t 
remember him even talking to a female never mind 
asking her to marry him.  I feel a bit down for some 
stupid reason or other.


Cross your fingers for me, travelling faster than the 
speed of sound across thousands of miles of ocean.


Help!  Why did I let myself in for this stupid job?


Cynthia



July 30th


The airport was fun.  I had like this really cute guy 
check my handbag in the X-ray machine.  He looked 
twice and turned bright red he must have been a summer 
student.  He looked away at someone then he asked me 
to show him what was in my bag.  So I opened it then 
he asked me what my small vibrator was and could I 
demonstrate it.  I looked him straight in the eye and 
asked “Isn’t there somewhere more private we could 
go”.  God he was embarrassed.  Eventually I took pity 
on him and just switched it on.  Apparently someone 
has been converting them to guns.  OhMyGod Can you 
image picking the wrong one up?  Gives coming with a 
bang new meaning.  God I’m so bad sometimes.  


Anyway in spite of that I don’t think I’ve ever 
enjoyed a plane trip more in all my life.  Concorde is 
like tiny, I’m certain planes that size shouldn’t be 
let out over the ocean by themselves.  I sat next to 
Nigel looking frightened so he held my hand.  I 
snuggled up and he put his arm round me.  I felt I had 
nothing to lose so I pucker my lips and got them 
kissed, all the way across the Atlantic.  I spread my 
blanket over us both and ran my hand up his thigh.  
Well I read in this book once that clothing should be 
loose when you fly so I loosened his fly and stroked 
him all the way across.  He did similar things to me 
at the same time whilst we watched the movie.  Talk 
about being in the back row at the cinema.  Jean-
Pierre did us proud.  Arthur’s carry on was a picnic 
hamper of finger foods just so we wouldn’t have to 
suffer airline food.  We let the lady across the aisle 
try some and she summoned the chief steward and 
demanded why our food was so much better than theirs.  
He glared at us, so I asked him innocently would he 
like the name of our caters?   Nigel suggested I 
behave.  He also asked if he might call me Cynthia and 
would I like to call him Nigel?  We’ve practically 
been living together for two months, petting for 3 
hours when he asked me this so I said I might consider 
it and that I might treat his request more favourably 
if he would distract me from the idea I was a mile 
above the ocean travelling faster than the speed of 
sound in a tiny foreign plane.  I call him Nigel now 
in private.


I can’t say I liked my first look at England.  All 
cloudy and misty and vast expanses of runway not what 
I’d imagined at all.  Oh and why had I come to England 
if you please, could I show them my return ticket.  As 
if anyone would want to emigrate to such a dreary 
place.



Feeling like the cat with a pot of cream, Cyn



August 2nd


We’re mixing with a different class of people now.  
Lord this, Countess that, Baron something else.  I 
thought it was only in history books that they had 
titles but no today we meet real lords and ladies.   
We’ve just come back from one of Her Majesty’s garden 
parties.  I wore the historical creation.  When I 
checked in the mirror I was amazed to see an elegant 
looking young lady.  I think Nigel was amazed as well.  
He hadn’t seen it before and gave me an odd sort of 
look as if he was seeing me for the first time.  
Receiving it I felt my insides turn to mush.  However 
I twirled my parasol put on my haughtiest expression 
and set off to see what fate had in store for me.  The 
embassy arranged it as Nigel is important in his 
field.  Nigel was introduced to her majesty as a 
photon expert, and I as an upcoming model.  Her 
majesty condescended to compliment me on my dress and 
said “One is so pleased to see traditional fashions 
returning once again, the work of a modern American 
designer no doubt?”  The dress was a definite hit.  
Jonathan’s name was discreetly mentioned to Lady 
Huntingdon, the Countess of Bath and one or two others 
besides.  The American Ambassador was there and 
remarked I had done more for the American image that 
afternoon than he had managed for months, did I have 
any more historical dresses with me and could we 
manage a reception in three days time?  I explained 
about only having one of Jonathan’s and Madeline’s 
creations with me of that type.  Nigel mentioned we 
would be available.  We were interviewed by Tatler 
magazine, no I hadn’t heard of it either but 
apparently it’s a magazine for the English Upper In 
Crowd.  Translation if you are rich and famous enough 
then they interview you so the snobs know who is worth 
talking to.  God don’t I sound like a bitch?  Nigel 
introduced me as his fiancée.  I looked at him just as 
the camera flashed.  Afterwards he said he would have 
asked me first but he thought they might like an 
interesting expression on my face when they took the 
photograph.  He didn’t want to feel like prey being 
pursued by a lot of English debutantes desperate to 
get married.  Besides which I’d get used to the idea 
in a day or two.  Men!!


Confused again Cynthia.



August 3rd.


Let me tell you about London.  I don’t know who 
designed it but it wasn’t built for cars.  The roads 
are tiny and there is nowhere and I mean nowhere to 
park.  We went for walk, it’s so close together you 
can actually walk places.  You turn a corner and there 
is another famous house, building, square whatever 
it’s just so compact, sort of instant history lesson.  
Any way we went for a walk and practically all the 
roads have two yellow lines on them to indicate 
parking is forbidden, which everyone seems to ignore.  
One street was full of cars parked on double yellow 
lines when we saw a green police van pull up and out 
stepped lots of English Bobbies.  They all walked up 
to a car and drove off.  Some just seemed to step 
straight in and some had some difficulty with the door 
locks.  I thought they were driving their own cars off 
but then I saw a girl in despair.  She’d just seen 
them drive off in her mini, apparently sometimes they 
put tickets on them and sometimes they drive them off 
to the pound.  Such fun watching Bobbies break into 
cars, they were quite good at it as well.


We walked pass the horse-guards, sat stationary in 
front of their sentry boxes surrounded by French 
schoolgirls and Japanese tourists.  Their boots, 
swords and stuff all sparkled.  We fed the ducks on 
the serpentine, well I fed them and Nigel had his arms 
round me and told me he loved me.  It was kinda 
frightening and intoxicating.  I thought boys only 
admitted such things when they were having sex.  Heady 
stuff my girl, Heady stuff.  London seems full of 
parks by the way.  We even found speakers corner.  
People standing up and saying the oddest things.  Some 
where simply saying “Repent Now”.  Some were saying 
“Ban the Bomb”.  Yet others were holding forth about 
the need to bring back pounds, shillings and pence, 
whatever they are.  The interaction with the speakers 
and hecklers was really quite amazing, often the 
hecklers came off worse.  Alison thought we should 
move away from Speakers corner even though there were 
two Bobbies keeping an eye on things, her sixth sense 
felt uncomfortable.  London is full of people as well, 
thousands of them, and cars.  I must show you my ring 
when I get back.  It’s so delicate and pretty, the 
main stones are surrounded with seed pearls.  We went 
to the Queen’s jewellers well it had the royal coat of 
arms above the door and I tried on simply oodles and 
oodles.  Oh and Arthur and Alison nearly got arrested.  
The jewellers didn’t like they way they were standing 
by the door looking suspicious.  I had to say they 
were my personal bodyguards.  Alison was so 
embarrassed because usually she and Arthur fade into 
the background.  Poor Nigel, had to wait ages whilst I 
looked through all their rings but he was very patient 
with me.


Did I tell you Alison decided one of us had to sleep 
in the same room as Nigel?  Just to keep him safe you 
understand.  Reluctantly I volunteered.  We have a 
suite with two bedrooms off.  Each bedroom has two 
queen size beds.  I thought I’d be nice to the hotel 
and just use one pair of sheets.  Nigel likes my long 
silk night-dress.  I like his touch through the silk.  
It feels so nice to be able to cuddle up in bed, to 
feel his arms round me.  It feels different being 
engaged, did I say that?  Oh well I suppose we are now 
and I’ve come to accept it.  Only a week left.


Dreamily Cyn.



August 5th


I was amazed to find we had visitors this morning.  
Mrs. Singh, her daughter in law, and Madeline.  
Apparently the State department had decided to go all 
out.  Madeline and Jonathan had managed to design a 
second dress this time an evening dress, and Mrs. 
Singh and her daughter-in-law were here to make sure 
it was finished in time for the reception.  Madeline 
has been asked if she can create a full collection to 
compete with the fashion house designs in Paris by the 
State department.  She’s over the moon.  In the event 
they had to sew me into the dress.  It’s so low cut at 
the front I feel positively indecent.  I felt like Oh 
I don’t know, stupid somehow.  Everyone was admiring 
the dress, congratulating Madeline on her design and I 
felt like saying It’s really me inside, I have a brain 
and can talk you know.


August 10th


Oh God I’m sore this morning.  I ache in places where 
a lady shouldn’t, but very content if you know what I 
mean.  It was fun though.  Yesterday morning my period 
was practically finished so I thought why not.  Over 
breakfast I quietly let slip to Alison that I didn’t 
think we would be going out today.  Then I asked Nigel 
to come back upstairs with me because I wanted to 
change.  The weather didn’t look right for what I was 
wearing.  We went back up and slipped into the 
bathroom and changed into a lovely full length ivory 
silk night-dress, one of my Madeline investments.  
Sets my skin off nicely, which is fortunate because 
its V-neck is practically waist level so you can see 
rather a lot of it.  It has slits at the side for easy 
movement, and they come practically up to the waist.  
The shoulder straps fall off as soon as you look at 
them.  I felt more naked than naked in it.  I’d been 
anticipating every day all week, and I was more than 
ready.


When I came into the room I gave a little twirl and 
asked if he liked it.  He steeped across to me and 
picked me up in his arms and carried me over to the 
bed.  Pulled back the cover and dropped me.  He stared 
into my eyes from three inches away and asked me if 
this meant what he thought it meant?  So I did a 
dramatic pose, you would have been proud of me, 
forearm to my forehead, “Darling I’m too tired to go 
out today” and languished back on the bed.  That’s 
when he jumped on me, tickled me and I giggled.  So we 
had a pillow fight and I managed to undo his trousers.  
So it degenerated from there.  The first time I 
managed to guide him into me and we just lay there 
making tiny movements.  He was nibbling my ear lobe, 
and I was running my hands over his back feeling his 
muscles.  I squeezed down with my muscles on his penis 
inside me and felt him responding.  I racked his back 
with my fingernails and felt him drive himself into 
me, I spurred him on again, and squeezing hard with my 
pussy muscles again then felt his release inside me.  
Pussy control girl pussy control, sort of round one to 
me I thought.


After a few minutes recovery I felt him stirring 
again, this time he seemed to think he should be in 
control.  He lowered his head to my chest.  The night-
dress seemed to fall away as he nuzzled it out of the 
way.  When he managed to get his lips over one of my 
exposed breasts I surrendered.  God his lips felt 
magical on my breasts, I never realised they were 
directly connected to my lower half before.  I was 
sort of under him and rubbing myself against anything 
I could reach.  Then he slowly reached down and dipped 
his finger between my lips picking up the lubrication 
of my juices and slid easily upwards and inward, 
parting my swollen, sensitised lips.  I just lay there 
lapping up all the sensations.  I felt his finger slip 
out and felt a mew of disappointment.  It moved higher 
just along side my clitoris, not touching it just 
caressing the skin alongside.  I desperately wanted 
him inside me once more but this time I wanted to be 
on top so I rolled out from underneath and straddled 
him.  I took his engorged penis and just rubbed the 
tip over my pussy till he looked as desperate as I 
felt then lowered myself down feeling him inside me.  
Its fun being on top I felt much more in control, my 
decision whether to let him in and out an inch or two 
or his whole length.  I leant forward and brushed his 
face with my long blonde hair, he seemed to like that.  
This time I tried to make him last.  I think we 
managed nearly ten minutes, I’ll have to train him to 
do better don’t you think, then I collapsed on top of 
him.


After I’d rested a few minutes I started once more 
running my hands over his chest.  He’s got some hairs 
on his chest and I like running my fingers through 
them for the contrast.  Sort of different to mine.  
Finally he looked up at me and asked if I was 
insatiable?  Rolling me on my back as he did so.  I 
fluttered my eye lashes demurely and merely guided his 
mouth down to pussy.  That’s when he murmured “Power 
assist time” and slipped my small thin vibrator inside 
me at the slowest speed, you know the one that has 
tiny balls inside that are stirred with a paddle.  I 
thought that was cheating but didn’t say so and then I 
started to become distracted, I could feel it building 
up inside, you know how it does, his lips over mine 
gently being nibbled, his tongue gently moving near my 
enlarged clitoris.  It took near 40 minutes to build 
up and then the Big O came, and I mean Big, it 
started, faded and then came back, a Big continuous O 
that just went on, and on, and on.  I think Nigel is 
definitely a keeper.  He didn’t seem threatened by the 
vibrator either.  I wonder who taught him?


Afterwards we actually lay in each others arms and 
talked.  He really can speak its amazing.  If I’d 
known it was this easy to talk to him I’d have seduced 
him ages ago.  You know he’s only seven years older 
than I, just perfect I’m half his age plus seven, well 
almost, well we will be when we marry.  I think, did I 
tell you the date?  We thought my next birthday but I 
don’t know if Mom will agree and he says I have to 
finish my degree in biochemistry so I can keep him in 
his old age, just in case fibre optics goes out of 
fashion.


See you September 6th.


Bye Cynthia.



August 21st


Finally Nigel has just made his presentation.  It was 
well received and the company has annouced contracts 
to refurbish the underwater fibre thingy under the 
Atlantic and one to Hong Kong as well.  My share 
options are apparently worth more than $40,000 based 
on this news.  Jennifer rang and congratulated me a 
job well done.  Nigel thinks I should sell my options 
and buy Mutual funds to spread the risk of them losing 
value.


The embassy has arranged another three receptions to 
show off American technical and fashion leadership so 
Jonathan’s dresses are on the map as they say over 
here.  Still I get my $800 a day and expenses paid 
what can I say?



See you soon


Cyn.


  
Cynthias summer job