After a minute or so she gave a satisfied sigh and helped him pull his hand out. Then she lay back, knowing what he would want to do. He knelt astride her and masturbated, ejaculating over her breasts.
Later, as she was taking a shower, Dudley retrieved his camera before editing a piece for the Anita von Beta website. She stood behind him as he finished.
‘That’ll make Rosie sit up and take notice.’
‘Or lay back and try something else,’ said Dudley.
She laughed. ‘I’ve thought of a title.’
‘What’s that?’
‘The Postman Always Delivers.’
Dudley laughed; he had wondered why she insisted on his keeping his shirt on.
Natasha was still not sure that she had enough on the Dynamic situation to satisfy Duggie. Sam had taken her through everything and pinpointed a company called Top Choice Dynamic as the beneficiaries of the lost business, but how they had managed to hack into the Travel Plan data base remained a mystery. She would simply have to lay out everything she knew, hopefully in the way he would expect Barrie to do, and hope for the best.
Duggie was in the outer office chatting to Penny as she walked down the corridor. They both turned to watch Barrie’s arrival. Luckily she had remembered to limp.
‘How’s the leg Barrie?’
Natasha massaged the fake hamstring injury and stretched Barrie’s leg.
‘Could be a lot worse Duggie, I think we caught it just in time.’
‘Good man Pete Bunford. He reckons you should miss Saturday‘s game, but it’s up to you. What do you think?’
‘I think he’s right. The season’s hardly started and if we’re not careful I could finish up carrying an injury all the way through.’ Natasha was word perfect with the lines she had rehearsed with Barrie.
Duggie sighed. ‘I know you’re both right, but your pace and power will be missed.’ He indicated that they should go into his office. Penny picked something off the lapel of Duggie’s jacket and brushed another invisible something off his shoulder. Natasha immediately knew. Penny looked like the cat that had the cream.
‘What do you think of Duggie’s new hair style?’
Natasha had already noticed. It was a great improvement, but she paused so that Barrie could make an obvious appraisal. ‘Suits you Duggie.’
Duggie smiled rather sheepishly. Penny looked extremely pleased with herself.
‘Just to let you know Barrie, Duggie’s got an appointment, out of the office, for 4 o’clock.’
Duggie gave her another smile, closed the door, walked over to the lounge area and sat down on the settee. Natasha chose an armchair on the opposite side of the low table.
‘So, what have you got for me Barrie?’
Natasha placed a slim document on the table. ‘Samantha Derby has worked her socks off on this one.’ She almost giggled at the fleeting recollection of leaving Barrie’s socks on in Sam’s flat. ‘Everything points to a company called Lovebrace Travel Dynamic, but they’re a private company and it’s difficult to get information on them. Sam is absolutely convinced that they have hacked into our data base, but neither of us can figure out how.’
Duggie picked up the file and nonchalantly leafed through it. ‘She’s a good girl is Sam. It would be a shame to lose her. I’m thinking of offering her your job.’
Natasha felt Barrie’s jaw drop in disbelief. She knew he was staring open mouthed at Duggie, but couldn’t do anything about it. He chuckled and gave his familiar yellow smile.
‘Thought that would set you back on your heels young Barrie; fact is I think Samantha Derby will make a better Sales Director than you.’
Having had intimate relations with both, Natasha was inclined to agree but tried desperately to think of something to say on Barrie’s behalf. Before she could, Duggie continued. ‘I also happen to think you will make a better Marketing Director than the present incumbent.’
Natasha felt as if she was hauling Barrie’s jaw off the floor to stutter a question.
‘But, but, what about Sally Barnard?’
‘Her future is in the hands of Personnel. It seems she lied on her CV.’
‘But she’s extremely good at her job, isn’t she? She’s super efficient.’
Duggie scowled. ‘She’s super efficient at stabbing people in the back. She’s not a team player and I prefer team players. So, do you accept the position of Marketing Director?’
Natasha was beginning to panic. Would Barrie want to be Marketing Director? He had never spoken about it. ‘I’m not sure. I’m not sure I could do Sally’s job.’
‘You can do it Barrie, trust me. Sally’s dismissal letter will be on her desk tomorrow morning, so please don’t mention this conversation to anyone, not even Penny. You can sound out Samantha to see if she is interested in your job, but not until tomorrow morning, we’ll tie all the loose ends together then.’ He handed the Dynamic folder back. ‘Your obviously going in the right direction with this, keep digging.’ Duggie stood up a sign that the meeting was over. Natasha hoisted Barrie’s frame from the low chair and remembering to limp, followed Duggie across the office. Duggie sat down behind his desk. Natasha looked down on him from Barrie’s great height. ‘There was one other thing Duggie, if you’ve got the time. Natasha’s business has secured some very large orders and, quite frankly I’m worried they might be overstretching themselves.’
Duggie looked at his watch. ‘We’ve got twenty minutes; fire away.’
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE.
Julie enjoyed driving the Mercedes; it hummed along beautifully. She felt as one with the elements with the wind tugging at her headscarf; reluctant to make the stop as suggested by Lucy, she parked the car close to the restaurant entrance at the motorway service station. It was not overly busy and to her immense relief, the floor in the toilet cubicle was clean and dry. Lucy’s instructions necessitated the removal of her panties which meant standing barefoot or trying to balance on one shoe clad foot at time. She took her cord jeans off and hung them on the hook behind the door. Slipped off her panties, put them in her handbag and searched for the roll of surgical tape. Lucy had told her what to do as they lay entwined following her second orgasm. Of course, the keys to the Mercedes were not in her vagina, but it had been fun trying to find them and Lucy enjoyed it; of that there was no doubt. She dried herself carefully before tearing a strip of tape from the roll; as instructed, she pulled back the labia on one side of her vagina and taped it to her thigh. She tore two more strips to make sure it was securely fastened before turning her attention to the other side, making doubly sure that her clitoris was completely exposed. Then she carefully pulled the cord jeans back on. They were the tight, crotch huggers she had worn the previous day, which Lucy had declared perfect for the job. As soon as she zipped up the fly and the rough seam nestled between her parted labia she realised why. She flushed the toilet, picked up her bag, unlocked the door and walked over to the hand basins. The awareness of her sex in just those few paces made her wonder how she could possibly make it back to the car without collapsing in a quivering heap. She walked slowly; stopping to read restaurant menus; anything to ease the pressure on her clitoris which was unbearably divine. To walk any faster courted the likelihood of an orgasm. Three days ago she would never had such fears, but now, thanks to Lucy, they were becoming a common occurrence. She stopped to read the headlines on a rotary newspaper stand and as she turned the stand she became aware of a pair of the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen looking at her from the other side. They twinkled from under a fluffy fringe of dark hair and over a pale delicate hand resting on her nose, covering most of her face. The left corner of her mouth, which was just visible, twitched into a smile as Julie returned her gaze. They looked deeply into each others eyes for what seemed an eternity. The brunette broke the silence in a light giggly, girlish voice. ‘I had that trouble when I tried mine for the first time.’ Julie returned her smile and couldn’t help but reach up and let her fingers rest lightly on a pale skinned, lightly muscled shoulder. ‘What did you try?’ The brunette stroked Julie’s arm. ‘My love eggs. They were unbearable at first, but now I wear them all the time. It’s worth persevering.’ Julie’s eyes automatically looked down towards her crotch, before travelling slowly back to her
