Julie had cleaned the Jacuzzi more times than she could possibly remember, but it had never occurred to her that one day she would use it. She lay back in the hot foaming water as the jets gently massaged her body.
‘How is it?’
‘Perfect.’ Lucy walked across the bathroom floor towards her with nothing on, unless you could count a linen napkin draped over her left arm as some sort of a garment. Two champagne flutes dangled from the fingers of her left hand and she held an ice bucket containing a bottle of champagne in the other. She gracefully mounted the carpeted steps and posed legs astride to look down at Julie.
‘What do you think of this?’
Julie looked up into her vagina which still glistened from their love making. ‘It looks wonderfully tempting.’
Lucy laughed. ‘And how about the champagne?’
‘I’d like some of that too please.’
Lucy sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi with her legs dangling in the hot water as she popped the cork. Julie cheered; she was deliriously happy and so for that matter was Lucy. All this was totally unexpected. Or was it? Perhaps it had been coming on for some time and she had failed to admit to her own feelings. When she went to the kitchen for the champagne she decided not to spoil the moment by telling Julie that Pro-Clean had been sold that could wait until tomorrow. A regular client had called so she would have to make sure Julie left before seven. She slid down into the foaming water opposite Julie and passed over a flute of champagne; they touched glasses. ‘Good health Julie, here’s to your first orgasm, may you have millions more.’
‘I’m not sure I could stand millions, the first one was almost more than I could bear and then to have another so quickly, well that was absolutely fantastic.’
‘Better make up for lost time then.’ Lucy placed her foot between Julie’s thighs and wriggled her toes. Julie giggled. ‘Get your toes out of my cunt.’
Lucy laughed and raised her glass. ‘That’s my girl. Live with me for a few months and we’ll get rid of all your inhibitions.’
CHAPTER TWELVE.
‘Thank you for the orders.’
Debbie shook hands with Davina Maypole as the taxi drew up outside Number 27 Back Street. Davina, looking as smart and business like as she had on arrival, four hours previously, slid backwards into the rear seat without disturbing the black pillbox hat placed precisely in position with a fifteen degree slant to the front. With knees held primly and tightly together she elegantly lifted her legs over the sill, closed the door and smiled at Debbie through the open window.
‘Visiting DebTash has been an unexpected and great pleasure Debbie dear. The orders will be confirmed by email first thing tomorrow.’
Barrie moved Natasha’s body so that she could look past Debbie and wave at Davina.
‘Thanks for coming.’
Davina coyly fluttered her eyelashes. ‘I will make it my business to come again Natasha, I’m looking forward immensely to seeing you in London for the studio shoot.’
Debbie and Barrie waved in unison as the taxi moved off and as it disappeared around the corner they turned to congratulate each other.
Barrie sensed Debbie’s excitement, or was it anticipation? Was she thinking they should start where Davina had left off, because that’s what he was thinking. As soon as she closed the door, Debbie pulled Natasha into a big hug and jumped up and down. Their breasts pressed and jiggled together which Barrie found tremendously exciting, but, for Debbie it was obviously not sexual. Despite what had happened in their threesome with Davina, she could not think of Natasha as a lesbian lover – as much as she would like to. Had Natasha joined in when Davina had openly invited her to, it may be a different matter, as it was; she was delighted with the way things had turned out. Natasha had put on a wonderful show for Davina which resulted in some fantastic orders. She gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek.
‘Well done Tash. I never thought you would go through with it.’
‘You know me, anything for business. How do we celebrate?’
‘There‘s bubbly in the fridge, why don’t we open that. We can worry about how we’re going to fulfil all the orders afterwards. Thoughts of a threesome stirred in Barrie’s mind. ‘Perhaps we should get Barrie involved; he’s very good at logistics.’ If he could create the right circumstances, Natasha would find it difficult to resist whilst in his body, and he would be blameless. ‘Shall I give him a call? He could call in on his way home.’
‘That’s a good idea. We’re going to need some help, that’s for sure.’
In the relative safety of Barrie’s office, Natasha was feeling elated yet guilty. How should she feel? She had shagged Penny Betts for Barrie. Well, really for Penny for her it was just as a shag, no love involved, purely the satisfying of a physical need. She treated it as fun and the trouble was, despite herself, Natasha had joined in the fun. Was it a threat to her marriage? Only if she let it become one, but it was something she was going to have to discuss with Barrie. But what was she going to do about Samantha? She was obviously going to have to work closely with her on the Dynamic issue and if she was not careful, that closeness would also lead to a bonk. Her mobile vibrated in Barrie’s trouser pocket.
Dudley Wink set the movie section to playback in slow motion. Natasha Billingsgate looked magnificent, she was magnificent, but somehow, it wasn’t the same, why look when you can have the real thing? An hour with Anita Von Beta, or Lucinda Lovebrace, as she now called herself, had changed everything. He reviewed the material, but it failed to generated the excitement he had anticipated, he found that he preferred to fantasise on his new found ability to satisfy Nymphie Nita. He closed the ‘Natasha’ file and went onto the web to search for the video equipment Nymphie Nita wanted him to install. Now that really was an exciting prospect! She wanted to beef up her web pages because her main competitor – Rosie la Bonque had upped the anti. Dudley had never heard of Rosie la Bonque, but it had never occurred to him to search for Anita von Beta on the web; paying to look had never been his style. He typed in Rosie la Bonque and clicked on ‘I’m Feeling Lucky’ and he was in – well sort of. He was into her website and Rosie la Bonque, a tasty redhead, revealed a glimpse of what would be in store if he made a substantial credit card payment. He spent a few minutes examining what he could for free, which didn’t amount to much. Rosie wasn’t really his type, but he could understand why Nymphie considered her a threat. He closed Rosie la Bonque and opened Anita von Beta. Nymphie was far more generous with her freebies, but that was typical of her. She enjoyed what she was doing, that was self evident, but the technical qualities of the images were not as good as Rosie’s and that was something he could improve. He was tempted to pay to see more, but that would be a waste, Nymphie had promised him a free review of both websites. Fantasising about her again, he searched for the equipment she wanted him to install. He would have to stop thinking of her as Nymphie Nita, a slip up when talking to Charlie, could be disastrous. He decided to call her Lucy from now on and refer to her at all times as Miss Lovebrace. Now, what was it Miss Lovebrace wanted – apart from a good fuck? He chuckled to himself as he reviewed her requirements, he already had most of what she wanted, and his cameras were wireless, which would make installation so much easier. He made a duplicate order. The new equipment would be his when it arrived. Seemed fair.
Natasha was pleased to be heading for home. It had been quite a day!