scratch? We’re still in the process of completing that survey but it is beginning to look as if a rival company has managed to get hold of our client list and if that is the case, it has to be an inside job.’
Sally Barnard was poised to interject, but Basil Main beat her to it.
‘Mr Chairman’
‘Yes Bas?’
‘I think we should thank both Sally and Barrie for bringing this issue to our attention. I propose we give Barrie time to get to the bottom of it and report back to the board with his findings and proposals at our next meeting.’
Duggie Lummox smiled. ‘I second that proposal.’
‘Don’t you think that waiting until next month’s meeting could be too late?’ Sally Barnard’s response was sharp and waspish. Duggie directed his smile at her, but the smile no longer reached his eyes. ‘Not at all my dear Sally, you are forgetting, Barrie reports to me and I can ask for an extraordinary meeting if I deem it necessary.’
John Toddleigh nodded. ‘That is correct. On that basis, you may wish to withdraw your proposal?’
Sally Barnard looked around the table. No one had volunteered to second her proposal, she looked at Sir Ken Allerby, who she knew wasn’t too keen on Billingsgate for some reason or other, but he gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head. It was best not to risk humiliation; she had not expected Billingsgate to be so well prepared. She managed a weak smile. ‘Based on what I’ve heard Mr Chairman, I withdraw my proposal, although I would like it to be noted that I still have reservations on the Dynamic model.’
As Natasha breathed an inward sigh of relief she felt Sophie Macdonald’s hand on Barrie’s thigh. It was obviously by way of congratulation, but almost immediately she felt his penis stir. For heavens sake! She was trying to save his career and his penis was reacting to a friendly pat from a colleague. A colleague who looked, even if she wasn’t, almost old enough to be his mother. Then she felt the hand move around his thigh and squeeze. She looked enquiringly at Sophie Macdonald, but her head was turned towards John Toddleigh, who moved the meeting onto any other business.
By the time Natasha returned to the comparative safety of Barrie’s office, she felt mentally exhausted, and slumped into Barrie’s chair. Thank heaven it was over; except of course it wasn’t. She still had to spike Sally Barnard’s guns and although the meeting had agreed to provide Barrie with some time, he was expected to come up with some definitive answers within a few days. Who would Barrie turn to for help? Pauline Sykes had offered to run extra checks on recent employees. She would obviously need to enlist the help of Sam Derby, but who else? This was down to Barrie. She placed her notes from the meeting on his desk before calling his mobile. Apart from wanting to sort out the Dynamic problem, she desperately wanted to know how the presentation at DebTash had gone. His mobile failed to connect. A robotic voice told her the phone was switched off. Still switched off? What was going on? They should have finished the presentation ages ago.
Davina had licked, nibbled and sucked on Natasha’s vagina until even Barrie felt it was over the top. The feeling was intense. The pleasure simply too much to bear. He could hear Natasha moaning as the orgasm built and then her scream as it peaked. He felt as if her vagina had exploded in Davina’s busy mouth, but even then it wasn’t over. Davina started whimpering softly as she continued sucking on Natasha’s labia. Her hips moved from side to side as she rubbed her pubis on the rough surface of the bedspread. The movement becoming ever more frantic until she shuddered into a climax, her squeals of delight lost inside Natasha.
When Davina turned her attention to Debbie, Barrie took the opportunity to take Natasha’s ravaged vagina to the bathroom. Returning a couple of minutes later, it was Debbie who was whimpering and moaning as Davina worked her magic. She was following a similar routine with her head buried deep between Debbie’s thighs the only difference being her rear cocked up, exposing a shaven pussy. She waggled her bottom, obviously hoping to entice Natasha to join the party. Barrie moved Natasha’s body to the foot of the bed for a closer view. He wanted to reach out with Natasha’s hand, but should he? Davina said, receiving did not make Natasha a lesbian, but if he joined in? If she found out, he doubted she would ever forgive him. He could feel the now familiar tingling as he studied Davina’s bare pussy. Was that due to the male mind in the female body, or would Natasha feel the same? Would she be looking as intently as he was? What would happen if he suddenly changed back to himself? His old boy would definitely want to be a part of the action. That would surprise Davina! The ringing of the telephone drowned the beginnings of a Natasha giggle. Debbie opened her eyes and mouthed to him not to pick it up.
Natasha listened to her own voice on the DebTash answering machine. She knew the message off by heart, there was no one there to take her call, but they would call back if she left her number. She didn’t bother, it was just after 2pm, they must have gone out for lunch and that could indicate a successful day. As she replaced the receiver, it rang. Penny Betts; Duggie would like to see Barrie to discuss what he was going to do about Dynamic. Wanted to see him right away.
Natasha sat back in Barrie’s executive leather chair to collect her thoughts. Duggie could ask some awkward questions, questions which would be impossible for her to answer. What would Barrie do? She walked Barrie down the corridor towards possible disaster. Penny Betts gave a welcoming smile.
‘He’s ready for you.’
‘That sounds ominous.’
Penny got up from behind her desk and opened the door to Duggie’s office. Never having been in there before, Natasha was unprepared for the almost palatial surroundings. She felt Barrie’s shoes sink into deep pile carpet. The tinted office windows which looked out over the country side, unobstructed by the Meltcon factory below, were framed by rich, deep red, silk curtains. His desk, a large Regency style reproduction, was to the left of the door, positioned to make the best of the view. Beyond the desk, a sumptuous leather settee and three matching armchairs formed an informal meeting area around a low coffee table.
‘Settee or desk?’ She turned to see Penny lock the door and pop the key down the front of her blouse. ‘Payback time!’ She grinned at Barrie as she stepped out of her skirt. The pale green blouse which went so well with her auburn hair and natural skin colour was short; reaching only to her waist, below that she was naked to the tops of hold up stockings which reached about halfway up her long slim thighs. To Natasha’s dismay, Barrie’s penis reacted instantly to this vision.
Penny looked triumphantly at the bulge in his trousers. ‘Duggie’s gone for the day. Left with Sir Ken right after the meeting.’
‘Pen. I’m not sure I can do this, I…’ Penny’s cheeks flushed. A sure sign to anyone who knew her that she was about to lose her temper. Natasha did not know her that well. ‘I really can’t. It’s a guilt thing.’
‘A guilt thing? Since when did that come on? There’s a fucking great lump in your trousers which doesn’t feel any guilt. It’s only a shag. I know it’s only shag. You know it’s only a shag. Now for fuck sake stop pissing about and shag me.’ She flounced past Natasha and bent over the Chief Executive Officer’s desk. With her long legs splayed out in coltish fashion, stomach and hips raised off the leather surface of the desk, her vagina invited penetration. Natasha could see a tuft of red hair beneath her gaping sex. She felt Barrie’s penis straining to be let off the leash. A shag looked inevitable but she made one last attempt to stave it off.
‘I haven’t got a condom.’
Penny exploded. ‘A condom? Since when did we use a fucking condom? Are you accusing me of sleeping around?’
Penny stood up and faced her accuser. ‘I only sleep with Ryan. He’s been the only one since you. He’s a lovely guy and we have regular sex. But, well, you must have seen him in the shower at the Rugby Club, sometimes a girl wants more and when I do, I come to you because you’re a friend and I can trust you. Now, are you going to help me out or not?’
Natasha had no more excuses, short of telling Penny she was in Barrie’s body and she would never believe that, certainly not in her current mood.
‘Sure. No problem. I owe you one Pen.’
‘You sure do, so make it a fucking good one.’
Natasha undid Barrie’s belt and pushing his trousers and underpants down to his knees, shuffled over to the waiting Penny and aimed Barrie’s penis in the right direction.
‘Are you ready?’
‘Of course I am.’ Penny giggled and turned her head to grin at Barrie. ‘You know I always attend to my own foreplay.’
