Julie appreciated and understood her sexual appetite. She simply told her they had all the information they needed for Top Choice Dynamic which had already generated an incredible level of new business. She owned fifty one percent of Top Choice Dynamic, her sister, Helen, who ran the business on a day to day basis, owned the remainder.
‘So what do you say Julie? You’ve lost Pro-Clean, but you have an equal share in my interest in Top Choice Dynamic and all my other businesses. Julie was excited at the prospect, not so much by the money as being tied closely to the woman she loved but it was all too much too soon. She voiced her doubts.
‘But why Lucy? Why would you give me half share in all your businesses? It doesn’t make sense.’
‘It does to me Julie. As things stand, if I should die, everything I own will go my family and believe me, they don’t need it – or deserve it. Sounds harsh I know, but, apart from my sister Helen, no one has spoken to me for years.’
‘You’re too young to die.’
‘Through natural causes maybe, but an accident can happen to anyone at anytime. So, apart from something for Helen, I’m determined my family won’t profit from my chosen career, which brings me to the way I have amassed my small fortune. When I wanted to lose my virginity, Helen, who is two years older, warned me that if I was anything like her, I would hate being penetrated by a man – but, I loved it. I became desperate for sex but no one man could satisfy my needs. My family are wealthy, one of the most well known and respected names in private banking. They wanted to pay to cure of my nymphomania, but I didn’t want to be cured. I loved being fucked and fucked and fucked again. I soon realised the best way to fulfil my needs, earn lots of money and be independent from my family, was to become a high class call girl. Lovebrace incidentally is not my family name; I changed my name to Lovebrace by deed pole, much to the relief of my parents. Lovebrace is the name I use in all my legitimate business transactions and for my – other business, I use Anita von Beta.’ Lucy paused, waiting for Julie’s reaction. Surprisingly, she did not appear shocked or disapproving, she simply pointed to the folders on the table. ‘But you don’t need that sort of money now? These must provide you with a very good income?’
‘They do, but nothing approaching what I can earn from doing what I enjoy best. Of course, I don’t have so much time for it now, but when I had my flat in Mayfair, I was grossing over five million a year.’ This time Julie was shocked.
‘That’s impossible!’
‘Not at all. I’ll admit I was fairly active, but ?20,000 – ?25,000 a day was commonplace. So, tell me, and you must be honest. Could you live with me, knowing what I do?’
‘Live with you?’ Julie’s dream was coming true. She had given her new found sexuality much thought overnight and came to the conclusion it would be best for her and Peter to separate. After the initial shock, he would benefit from having a woman who actually enjoyed sleeping with him; he was a strong handsome man and shouldn’t find it too difficult to find someone else. As for herself, she wanted to pursue her new relationship and Lucy was asking her to live with her. Would she be able to cope with the knowledge that she would be having sex with any number of men before returning to her bed though? She decided to evade the issue. ‘How can I be of use to you? I’m good at cleaning, but I know nothing about the travel business, or any other businesses for that matter.’
‘You don’t have to. I have managers coping with the day to day running of all my businesses, what I want you to do is help me monitor everything, As an ex bank employee, and from what I have heard, an excellent one, you will be good with figures. But you haven’t answered my question.’
Julie looked across the table at her lover. It would be absolute hell every time she went with a man. She wanted all of her, she didn‘t want to share. Lucy knew what she must be thinking. ‘They’re only men Julie. It doesn’t mean anything compared with being with you. I won’t go with another woman, I can promise you that.’
‘Can’t you promise me that you won’t go with men?’
‘I’m sorry, I can’t. You’re right about not needing the money anymore, but I’m still desperate for the sex.’
‘I could learn to give you everything you need. I want to be with you, I really do.’
‘Then we can work it out Julie. Come on; say yes, you’ll be the only one I love.’
‘How will I know that?’
‘You can watch me with men, anytime you want.’
‘I don’t think I could do that. Don’t think I want to.’
‘If you love me you will. You’ll want to see if you can do what they do for me. It will show you I have no love for them. It is only sex.’
Julie gulped on a sob and hated herself for it, she was getting silly and emotional, not like her at all, but, she’d never been in love with a woman before and if she was to be perfectly honest with herself; never been in love with a man either. She possessed Peter – it wasn’t love. She made her decision, stood up and held out a hand.
‘Can we leave all this for later please Lucy? I want to take you to bed.’
CHAPTER FIFTEEN.
Dudley Wink carried the letters from the Post Office Sorting Centre to his van. When he started sorting for his round over an hour before, he decided that he would change the delivery order the following Monday. That would give him chance to warn people he regularly spoke to on his round and blame management for the change. The main reason though, was that the only opportunity he would have to meet up with the delicious Natasha Billingsgate, on the new timings, would be late on Saturday mornings. The chance of finding her in a state of undress by then would be virtually nil, and, he could hardly hold the letter back until then. He pulled it out from under the dashboard and ran a finger lightly over the dried semen on the back of the envelope; it excited him to think that she would touch it. He would apologise for the state of the letter when he handed it over, but she would never in a million years guess what the yellowing stain was. Once he had seen her run her delicate fingers over it to open the envelope, the memory would be with him every time he watched the naked images of her, which he now had on disk. When he tired of Lucinda Lovebrace, he would come back to the delicious Natasha; the image of her standing naked by the window, began to playback in his mind. He deliberately switched it off. He had to be on his way if he was to avoid the traffic build-up for the shift changed at Meltcon.
It was 5.40am as he drove out from the Sorting Office, but even then he had to wait for half a dozen cars on their way to the chocolate factory before he could turn right onto Dunedin Way. What a way to earn a living! He couldn’t do it; stuck on a production line in a factory for eight hours at a time would drive him nuts. He whistled happily to himself as he drove past Hamsworth Tower and out through the estate gates towards the bypass. As the van hummed along in top gear, the image of the gorgeous Natasha Billingsgate, posing naked by the window played in his mind again. She was naked by her bedroom window, eagerly awaiting his arrival.
The Meltcon line was running hot. Simon Niggard insisted on the highest possible speed, even though the production target for the shift had been achieved almost one hour ago… With twenty minutes to go before the hand over at 6am, Peter Bunford was in the production office, arguing the case for stopping the line to investigate. He knew where the problem was and could have the casing off in a few minutes and if he couldn’t put things right there and then, at least they would know which parts were required. Simon Niggard refused, as Peter knew he would. He was tempted to walk out. The offer from Duggie Lummox, as he gave Barrie Billingsgate advice on how to deal with his injury, was exceptional and they clinched the deal on the spot. Whether Hamsworth Rugby Club would be able to able to afford a coach without Duggie’s backing was a mute point, but he enjoyed coaching and knew he could make a difference. In the end, he decided to say nothing and hand in his notice directly to Human Resources. He gave Simon Niggard a look which he hoped conveyed the contempt he felt for him and walked away. Meltcon, being Meltcon would insist on him working his notice, which was okay, it would give him chance to explain the situation to Lydia, the only person he would miss in the frenetic world of Meltcon.
Barrie stirred as the early morning sun played on the bedroom curtains. A quick exploration ascertained that he was still in Natasha’s body; he turned to check she was still in his. His body was there and he slid her hand over to
