beautiful face. The brunette was wearing skimpy black shorts and a dark green off the shoulder blouse, which accentuated the paleness of her beautifully formed limbs. She was quite petite, and younger, probably in her late twenties early thirties. Julie inhaled deeply, savouring the natural aroma of her body which combined beautifully with the light scent she wore. The brunette moved her left hand away from her face, placed it on Julie’s other arm and gave Julie the most wonderful, warm smile. ‘You may not have put them in right. Would you like me to check for you?’ Julie felt excited at the prospect and no feeling of guilt as far as Lucy was concerned. By the time she had retraced her steps to the entrance of the ladies toilet, supported by the heavenly Suzy, her vagina was on fire and her legs like jelly. Without a word, Suzy led her to a cubicle for the disabled, pushed the door open and followed her in, supporting Julie by the elbow with one hand and using the other to slide the bolt across. She immediately moved close to Julie. She was five or six inches shorter. She tilted her head and parted cherry red lips as she found Julie’s mouth and they kissed. It was an incredible kiss, light, yet passionate. Julie groaned as she felt Suzy’s small firm breasts press against hers. Then she felt her fingers unfasten the waist button on her trousers and search for the zip. She used her own thumbs to help ease the cords over her bottom. As they dropped to her ankles she felt Suzy’s warm breath on her sex. Legs quivering she lowered herself onto the edge of the toilet seat. Suzy knelt down between her legs and smiled enquiringly up at her. Julie smiled back and whispered that she would explain later and stroked her hair. Suzy’s deep blue eyes twinkled before her head bobbed down and the tip of her tongue touched Julie’s clitoris. The touch was as light and gentle as her kiss, soothing after the harsh rubbing from the rough seam. With her clitoris so aroused Julie suspected it would be quick, but even so it took her by surprise and she shuddered into a delightful orgasm. Fortunately she had the presence of mind to place a hand over her mouth to smother a squeal of pleasure. Suzy must have known that she had come, but continued to kiss, lick, suck and nuzzle and Julie was more than happy to let her, she knew she was going to come again. That they would switch places was an unspoken certainty, but following closely on another glorious climax there was a noisy influx of coach passengers. Suzy took charge of the situation brilliantly.
‘Now, are you sure you’re alright?’ she said in loud voice, carefully peeling the surgical tape away. ‘We’ll take these off – have you got anything else?’ Julie pointed to her bag. Suzy found her panties, grinned impishly before holding them to her nose, and then passed them to Julie, who slipped them on. Suzy made a big show of supporting Julie as they exited the cubicle and pushed through a mob of chattering Women’s Institute members.
Julie was fast approaching Hamsworth. The joy of driving was beginning to evaporate, but the pleasure of spending most of the afternoon with Suzy was still with her. They had left the motorway service station in convoy, taking the first exit to find a suitable place for a picnic. The sandwiches she had prepared for the trip taking second place to the unfinished business. It was so sudden, but she was deeply in love with Suzy. She loved the way she looked, loved the way she tasted, loved everything about her. They had exchanged mobile phone numbers and vowed to meet again. The question of partners cropped up. Suzy recently divorced and although Julie admitted she was about to separate from her husband, the only mention she made of Lucy was as a business partner. Suzy was impressed with the Mercedes and Julie could not help but give the impression it was her company car. She found it difficult to dismiss from her mind, the image of a half naked Suzy, frolicking in the grass, as she rehearsed what she was going to say to Peter. There had been the thought that she would delay telling him until she saw how things worked out with Lucy, but he deserved more. He was a good man and by denying her true sexuality for all those years she had deprived him of a decent marriage. Whatever that was? No, the least she could do was be honest and open with him; he could stay in the house for the time being, it was almost paid for and they could sell and split the proceeds later. She had that ProClean cheque, so if things didn’t work out with Lucy it would make a healthy deposit on a place of her own. Having met Suzy she was having second thoughts about Lucy anyway; why would she give her half of everything? The more she thought about it the more it seemed no more than a ploy to suck her into her sordid world. Then she began to feel guilty about Suzy. God, she didn’t know what to think! So much had happened in such a short time. Lucy needed her. She was desperate to achieve her best ever orgasm, so she would give it to her tonight, then review the situation.
She arrived outside their house, not being able to recall the last twenty minutes of the journey. She parked the Merc in the position it had left almost seven hours previously, took a very deep breath and got out to confront Peter.
When Natasha arrived at DebTash, she found Debbie and Barrie waiting with champagne chilling in a stainless steel ice bucket and crystal flutes set out on a tray on the coffee table. The cut surfaces in the flutes sparkled under the ceiling spotlight. Other areas in the room were bathed in soft pools of light.
Debbie saw the person she thought was Barrie, look at the drawn curtains; she coughed, nervously. ‘We thought you might like to see the room as it was when we presented our collection to Davina.’
Barrie pushed her thigh seductively between his as he pouted her lips to place a light kiss on his own cheek. ‘If you’re a good boy, we’ll even model them for you.’ He used her girlish giggle to good effect as he skipped her body across the room to stand next to Debbie. Debbie flushed as she continued with the rehearsed seduction. ‘Not that I modelled anything for Davina, Tash did it all, she was fantastic. I’m convinced that’s why she gave us such large orders. Shall we open the champagne to celebrate?’
Natasha placed Barrie’s large hand on the side of the ice bucket. ‘It’s chilling nicely, so why not leave it until you’ve heard what Duggie had to say?’ She proceeded to relate the outcome of her meeting – Barrie’s meeting – with Duggie that afternoon. He thought they had won themselves a marvellous business opportunity, but, if Naughty but Nice decided to extend their credit beyond 28 days it could cause a problem and if they extended it to 54 days, it would spell disaster. Debbie admitted that the cost of materials alone, far exceeded what they had in the bank. Natasha was tempted to let them sweat, but it was not in her nature to be mean. She told them Duggie suggested they negotiate an overdraft with the Bank to cover upfront costs. He thought confirmed proof of the orders should be enough, but if there was a problem, he would personally guarantee the overdraft.
Debbie was immediately suspicious. ‘But why would he do that? Is he after a share of our business?’
Forgetting for the moment that he was Natasha, Barrie leapt to Duggie’s defence.
‘Duggie’s not like that. I’ve known him for years; he’s a really good sort. If he likes you he’ll help you out, no strings, he‘ll…’ Realising he was speaking out of character he stopped mid-sentence. Natasha quickly stepped in. ‘I’ve often told Tash about Duggie’s generosity. He won’t want any part of your business; he’s doing it because he’s known me for a long time and admires Tash for building a successful business with you. He thought you could ask Davina for an upfront payment, but reckons if she is anything of a business woman, she will squeeze you for a discount which could be much more than you would expect to pay if you use a reputable factoring company.’
‘How does that work?’ Debbie was smiling again. Natasha knew her well enough to know she had been worried.
‘Your Bank has its own Factoring Division, so with DebTash’s track record and Duggie as guarantor for your overdraft, you should get a very good deal. In effect, what happens is you sell your invoices to them; they pay the full value, less a percentage, into your account and eventually collect the full sum from Naughty but Nice. It might cost you anything up to ten percent, but you immediately have the funds to pay your bills and keep everyone happy.’
‘Sounds wonderful; even at ten percent, we would still make a shed load of money. Come on – let’s celebrate.’ Debbie expertly opened the champagne.
The slim champagne flute looked out of place in Barrie’s huge hand. They drank a toast to the success of DebTash before sitting down. Natasha sipped at the champagne, but Barrie and Debbie gulped it down and soon emptied the bottle. Debbie giggled and disappeared into the kitchen to get another and at the same time, Barrie muttered some excuse about having to fetch something. Natasha watched suspiciously as he skipped her body lightly up the stairs; he was up to something. Natasha was beginning to feel annoyed. DebTash was a partnership between Debbie and her, not Barrie, but there he was in her body sharing the success with Debbie. There was something else niggling away at her; the relationship had changed, they had always been good friends, but now they giggled and touched each other, as if sharing a special secret. Also, Debbie was quite animated and glowing when she described how Natasha had modelled the various items of underwear, and, was it her imagination, or did
