getting used to moving his body around. There was at least a hundred pounds difference in body weight and although she missed the nimbleness of her own body, she was beginning to cope with and enjoy his lumbering strength.
The Boardroom at the top of Hamsworth Tower faced north; a deliberate selection to enable PowerPoint presentations to be made on a large screen, without the need for window black out. The only other person in the room as she entered was Lady Macdonald. It had to be her; she met Barrie’s description precisely. A tall elegant woman in an ankle length tartan skirt and a white, long sleeved blouse, buttoned to the neck. She must have been quite a stunner at one time, the square jaw was balanced by auburn hair swept across her forehead, barely half an inch above her eyebrows and bobbed into the nape of her neck. She greeted him enthusiastically.
‘Hello Barrie, good to see you.’
The Scottish heritage which she promoted in her clothes was not apparent in a voice which was very Home Counties. She held out a hand; Natasha shook it. She inclined her head, in anticipation of a kiss on the cheek, which Natasha supplied; kissing the other cheek as well, hoping this was the accepted routine. How else would Barrie greet her? What would he say?
‘Are you keeping well, Sophie?’
Sophie half turned her head and held her chin high.' Of course – as always. Don’t you think I look good for my age?’
‘Magnificent,’ said Natasha. It was obviously the right thing to say. Lady Sophie Macdonald fluttered her eye lashes at him.
‘You rugby players are all the same.’
They both laughed. Sophie stopped first and pointed to the agenda.
‘What’s this about Dynamic?’
‘It’s Sally Barnard making mischief. There is a problem but it’s not as bad as she wants everyone to believe. All will be revealed later.’
‘Very mysterious,’ murmured Sophie, ‘but whatever the problem, you know you can count on me. I think it’s a first rate concept and it’s all down to you.’ She touched Barrie’s arm lightly with a beautifully manicured hand. It was a far younger hand than her appearance suggested and Natasha immediately revised her age downward from fifty something to the mid-forties. She was a younger woman hiding in old fashioned clothes. Was she married? Barrie never said, but she was certainly flirting with him. Not another one to watch? She was actually beginning to feel sorry for her errant husband and that would never do.
The door opened and Basil Main, the Finance Director came in. Natasha instantly felt on safer ground; she had met him several times before,
‘Good morning Bas.’
‘Morning Barrie and a very good morning to you Sophie, you’re looking as radiant as ever.’ Basil Main went through the same kissing routine, a peck on both cheeks; so at least she got that right. All she had to do now was wait for the others to arrive and try to avoid any obvious blunders. As she placed the copies Sam had provided for her on the table, covering them with Barrie’s laptop, she wondered how things were going at DebTash. Barrie should be well into modelling the collection by now.
Wearing only a black G-string, Barrie was admiring Natasha’s body, in the full length mirror. Reluctantly he turned away to pick up the gold and black basque, running her hands down over her bare bottom as he did so. Seeing and touching excited him tremendously, Natasha had never shown off her body much before, it was just there and she took her own beauty for granted. How was this basque supposed to go on? Ah, he remembered; it fastened down the front and the lacing down the back was for ultimate control. Natasha had shown him how to put it in position and fasten it from the bottom. By breathing in he should be able to get her trim figure into it, without any need to adjust the lacing. Now for the black stockings. He sat on the bed and following Natasha’s instructions, took great care not to catch a fingernail in the delicate nylon. He smoothed them up Natasha’s gorgeous legs and snapped on the suspenders. If he had been watching in his own body, he would have had a massive hard on by now. He wondered briefly how his old boy was behaving and more to the point, how Natasha was coping with it. Returning to the job in hand he stepped into the gold sling backs which had been selected as they only had a two and a half inch heel. He had tried them out and maybe due to muscle memory in Natasha’s legs, found it easy to walk in them. Natasha had great legs anyway, but high heels certainly added that certain zing. He took one last look at Natasha’s glorious figure in the mirror. Pouted a kiss to himself and waited on the landing for Debbie’s call. It all seemed to be going very well.
Downstairs, Debbie was amazed as the orders kept flowing. Natasha had modelled the Debbie Classic Diva Corset in cherry red satin and Davina had gone overboard for it, or was it Natasha she had gone overboard for? Anyway, she wanted the corset in both red and black duchess satin. She also wanted one for herself – made to measure. Debbie was happy to do that without charge. Nothing had been said on the subject, but she was pretty sure it was what Davina would expect. There were two issues bugging her though, the first, being how were they going to cope with such large orders? She had not missed on anything and there were two more items in the collection. The second, how was she going to react when Natasha eventually said no to her advances? Knowing Natasha as she did, it had to happen sooner or later, Tash was playing with fire and Davina was getting hornier every time she appeared. When Natasha said no, would she take the hump and cancel the orders?
‘What else do you have to show me, Debbie dear?’
'Only two more, both by Natasha. First there’s a Black and Gold Basque. It really is a stunning combination.’
‘The black and gold or Natasha and the Basque?’ Debbie gave a nervous laugh. ‘Both. Shall I call her down?’
‘Please,’ Davina. reached across and touched her thigh. Debbie wondered if it was a gesture to let her know she was not left out. Perhaps Davina was thinking about a threesome? She wouldn’t mind, but she knew that Natasha would disappoint them both. Davina leant forward to catch the first glimpse of Natasha coming down the stairs. A golden shoe and trim ankle appeared. Barrie deliberately made it a slow entrance, pausing for a count of three on each step, before stepping delicately down to the next. In glorious tantalising segments, Natasha’s shapely, stocking clad legs came into view. Davina felt a wonderful itch in her vagina as the black, see through triangle of the G-String appeared. Barrie negotiated the remainder of the stairs and posed in front of Davina.
‘Delicious, absolutely delicious,’ she whispered. ‘Turn round; let me see you from the back.’
Barrie turned and looked over his shoulder to watch Davina, who was positively drooling over Natasha’s bare arse. He shifted Natasha’s weight from one leg to the other to show off her beautifully rounded cheeks. Davina watched closely, until he stopped, then looked up and smiled.
‘A lovely combination, can I see it from the front again please?
Barrie obliged and saw Davina stretch out a hand to stroke Debbie’s inner thigh. ‘I must congratulate you both on a wonderful collection. Now what do you say if you take my measurements for the corset Debbie darling, while Natasha gets changed, then the three of us can sit down to discuss the final order?’
‘That’s fine. I can take the measurements in my bedroom. It will save going all the way up to the workroom.’
Davina stood up. ‘That sounds marvellous, join us when you’re ready, Natasha.’
‘I’ve still got the French knickers to show you.’ Barrie did not want the modelling to come to an end. He loved flaunting Natasha’s body and thought the French Knickers the sexiest thing in the collection.
‘Of course, change into those and join us.’
Davina followed Barrie up the stairs. He could feel her eyes on Natasha’s backside, but the anticipated grope never came. As he turned to go into the changing room, Debbie reached the landing and opened the door to her bedroom for Davina.
Barrie closed the changing room door, leant against it and put Natasha’s hand over her luscious mouth to stop himself giggling. It was all going so much better than he, Debbie or Natasha could have possible anticipated, and he, or rather Natasha, had been tapped-up by a lesbian. Now he was in a bit of a quandary, if he changed too quickly he could arrive too soon to catch any lesbian action and he was sure that was why Debbie had suggested her bedroom. Best dawdle a bit. He sat on the bed, kicked off the gold high heels and raised Natasha’s left leg. Feet could be so ugly, but Natasha’s were beautiful, he admired it for several seconds, twisting it first one way, then the other, before unsnapping the suspenders and carefully rolling the stockings down each beautiful leg. Then he sank
