There’s a financial newspaper on my desk and it says that Georgie Kalvos is dead. I’m half wishing he’s doing a stint in hell and half hoping he’s got plenty of good looking women down there to keep him company – yes, and an occasional bottle of ouzo to slake his thirst too. It’s been many years since I last saw him and if I’m going to remember him I’ll remember him as he was. A middle aged man with the smile of a boy, the build of a gorilla, the manners of a courtier and the morals of a shark.
Talking of sharks, I wonder if Collette at her ranch in Nevada is remembering Georgie and the first girl who ever turned a trick for her? For a long time I resented Collette and Georgie because they made a fool out of me. Yet if Collette was here now I’d gladly share a toast with her to our Greek lover’s memory. Collette runs a brothel and I run a bank, and still I think that Georgie was one of the few real man that either one of us has ever known.
Slowly, I rub my palms over my desk, thinking back to that other manager’s office, that other desk, the one that creaked underneath my weight as the bars of sunlight leaking through the blinds fell onto the dollar bills jammed into the tops of my bank-uniform nylons. I remember the roughness of Georgie’s hands between my opened thighs and Collette’s excited voice jeering at me: “Hey, Yvonne, I think he wants to make a deposit in you!”
It was when I’d first joined the bank, as a teenage junior teller. It was a time when all the world loved the Beatles, when computers were still out of sight and out of mind, and when I was terribly excited about living away from home for the first time. Not that the branch I’d started in was located anywhere at all exciting. Just a small fishing town where the fresh sea breeze was often tainted with the smell of drying nets and diesel fumes from the trawlers.
The bank had arranged accommodation in the local YWCA, and it was Collette who showed me around it for the first time. She was a plump, cheerful girl with a bubbly personality who had the room next to mine and also worked at the bank. In fact the bank was such a small one that Collette and I were the sole full time staff, plus the manager. The only other employee was a local married woman who came in during the mornings to help with the bookwork.
Though everything seemed fine at first I soon had an vague impression that Collette had something on her mind that she wanted to talk about. One afternoon she invited me into her room to share some beer she’d smuggled in and to have a little chat. It turned out to be a little chat with some big surprises in it.
“Listen, Yvonne, I’ve got a private arrangement at the bank. The thing is, I need your help to keep it going. The girl who had your job before was happy to help out and I’m hoping you’ll do the same.”
My first reaction was a horrible fear that I was being invited to help cook the books.
“God, no,” Collette had answered, laughing. “No, it’s nothing like that at all. It’s to do with Georgie Kalvos.”
As new as I was in town I already knew something about Georgie, a classic immigrant success story. He’d arrived in town as a teenager with only the clothes on his back and hardly able to speak a word of English. A lot of people thought that originally he’d jumped ship. If so, it had been the first of many smart moves: now he owned four fishing boats, a processing plant and even the trucks that took his catch off to the markets had his name on their sides. But what he and Collette could have in common I couldn’t imagine. So I asked her.
“Well . . ,” Collette seemed rather coy. “Before I go back to the city I’d like to make as much spare cash as I can. And what Georgie wants is some fun on the side. He’s certainly got the money to pay for it. The problem is that this is a small town and his wife is a Greek as well. You know how jealous these foreign wives can be about every little thing.”
I hardly knew anything at all about marriage or marriages, whether foreign or domestic. But I just nodded.
“So, we’ve got this arrangement. Every Thursday afternoon our boss goes off to the weekly managers’ meeting upstate. Which just leaves me and the other teller in the branch. Which also means that from now on you’ll be the other teller, right?”
Yes, I said, I supposed so. Of course this was a small town back in an era when people went on holiday without bothering to lock their doors and bank robberies only happened in Westerns.
“So what?” I asked.
“So on Thursday afternoons Georgie comes in to collect the payroll for his workers.”
“What about it?”
Collette sighed in frustration and looking back I can’t blame her. I must have led an incredibly sheltered life.
“Yvonne, what I’m trying to tell you is that when he arrives I take him into the manager’s office to get the money out of the safe. He’ll arrive just before closing time and we’ll be in there for about an hour. So I’d be really grateful if you’d cash up and keep look-out for us until I let him out of the back door. And please don’t come knocking on the office door unless you have to.”
I nearly dropped my glass in surprise when I finally understood what she was talking about: “In the bank! You’re doing it with a customer in the bank!”
“I told you, he has to be very careful about his wife not finding out. So going to the bank for the payroll is a perfect alibi. Who’s ever going to suspect that anything would be going on there?”
“But, Collette, why do you do it?”
“For money, that’s why. He leaves me a hundred dollar tip from the wages afterwards.”
I was astonished all over again. In those days fifty dollars was a good wage for a week’s work. For a woman, anyway.
“Look, all I need is for you not to tell anyone. It’s worth ten bucks for you to cover for me. The important thing is that you keep an eye open for the boss coming back early from the meeting and maybe dropping into the bank on his way home. He never has done yet but it might happen sometime. If it does just ring the office bell under the counter and then keep him talking as long as you can. It doesn’t have to be all that long because I always keep most of my clothes on – all except the really important bits.”
I recall how she’d giggled in amusement at her own bravado. I’d thought she was a silly little girl who was one day going to miserably sad about how she’d sacrificed her virtue for a few dollars. Yes, I know, it sounds like a story that should have dragons and knights in shining armor in it, but the world was different then, or at least a lot of us thought it was. Anyway, if anybody wants to look for a moral in all this, Collette is now worth millions whilst I’m still looking after other peoples’ money.
At the time though I was as stuck up and snotty as only a young fool can be. I’d said that I didn’t want her dollars and whatever she did with Mr Kalvos was her business and nothing to do with me.
“Well, suit yourself,” Collette had answered cheerfully. “Susie, the last girl, she had a different ideas altogether. I’d better not tell you about what the pair of us got up to though, or you’ll be really shocked.”
Shocked! – and this was the same girl I’d seen carrying the collection plate around in church on Sunday!
“But you won’t tell on me?”
“No, I won’t say anything – but, Collette, isn’t it – well, awful – to do it with an old man? An older man, anyway.”
That had amused her a lot: “Yvonne, Georgie is a wonderful lover. If you ever find a man half as good you’ll be lucky. Anyway, always remember, the older the man is the more likely he is to be telling you the truth about his vasectomy!”
It was a conversation which made me think I still had a lot to learn about life. It was also a long time before I got to sleep that night – especially as it was a Wednesday night. You could say I was gripped by a lot of conflicting emotions. But for all my brave words it was my curiosity which was most stirred. I’d always thought sex for normal women was all to do with marriage and white gowns and honeymoons and lifelong romance – not something to be bought and sold in a bank office like any other commodity. Or was it all some huge joke that Collette was playing on me? I finally decided it had to be a joke, and that she must have a very strange sense of humor.
Georgie Kalvos arrived precisely when Collette said he would, and we both called him Mr Kalvos respectfully; after all, he was the bank’s biggest customer. Even so, with just the three of us there, I would have expected to see some signs of the relationship Collette had told me about. I was more sure than ever that it had all been a joke.
On the other hand, things continued to go exactly as Collette had predicted. They went off to the manager’s office together and after I’d locked the front doors and emptied the cash registers they were still in there. Almost a quarter of an hour by then. Something more than checking the payroll had to be going on in there, but what? Where they really having sex together, or was Collette teaching him double entry book keeping or something?
It was driving me crazy, not knowing. There was a way to find out though – just to slip out very quietly into the corridor and listen for a few seconds. Whatever was going on in the office, I should get a clue to it from some very discreet eavesdropping. I’d like to say I had to struggle with my conscience before I decided to do it, but the truth is that my conscience was as curious as the rest of me.
When I tiptoed out into the gloomy corridor I was totally surprised to find that the manager’s office door was half opened. What was more, I could hear Collette muttering softly and giggling. Like a cat being drawn towards catmint I simply couldn’t help taking a few more steps down the corridor. And what I finally saw made me gasp and then clasp my hands to my mouth to belatedly stifle the sound. For Collette was bent over the desk, her back to the door. She was still wearing the white crisp blouse which, with a dark skirt, was the bank’s summer uniform. But she certainly wasn’t wearing her skirt, just a wispy pair of black panties, a black suspender belt and uniform issue dark stockings. It was a sight which made my heart jump, my mouth go dry and set my legs trembling.
For some reason I had a sudden mental picture of Collette standing in her booth and calmly serving the customers the way she was now, perfectly normal from the waist up and practically naked below. In fact I’d never before seen panties like the ones she was wearing, of the thinnest silk and briefest cut imaginable, panties which looked as if they would float like thistle seed if somebody threw them into the air. In fact that seemed to be exactly their raison d’etre, to be dragged off their wearer and tossed carelessly aside by some lust crazed male. Even at the time I couldn’t help wondering where the shop was that she’d bought them from.
George appeared in the doorway, also with his back to me. In his hand were what looked like a wad of bills. I saw him take one of them in his other hand, fold it and slip it into Collette’s stocking tops. Then the same hand lifted up and gently caressed the gusset of her panties. Collette giggled again, stirred around on the desk top and then hissed approvingly. Her well rounded buttocks lifted up higher in an obvious invitation to Georgie’s fingers, which probed a line of blonde curls that had suddenly appeared in the panties. I found myself blushing at the sight.
For a second or so I actually thought her underwear had split open, until I realized that they had an open gusset, that the panties were actually designed that way, to reveal much more than they hid. At least my curiosity was satisfied now about whether Georgie and Collette were indeed having an affair. What also amazed me was that they hadn’t even bothered to close the door properly. Still, they certainly hadn’t seen me and all I had to do was to creep away softly from this embarrassing situation.
And it was then, when I tried to back away, that I found out how big a mistake I’d made. Because the hem of my skirt tugged around my legs when I tried to step back, just as a bell tinkled inside the office. I gasped in horror and tried to flee but my dammed skirt seemed to be stuck in mid-air, and then I heard the sound of tearing cloth as the bell kept on tinkling. Georgie had already swung around towards the doorway. Panic stricken by then, I bent over and brushed my hands over the places where the skirt seemed to be held, then yelped as something small but viciously sharp caught at my right palm. The door flew open, casting more light into the corridor and finally letting me see what was happening.
On each white painted wall were tiny pieces of clear sticky tape, opposite to each other and about two feet above the carpet. Stretched between them was a length of very fine black fishing line which had been invisible in the dimly lit corridor. And hanging from every inch of the line were tiny black painted hooks with four barbs sticking out of each of them, barbs with extremely sharp points. It was these which had gotten caught up in my skirt. In total panic I made one last desperate attempt to pull free of the hooks and achieved nothing but making one or two more rips in it.
The bell tinkled again as if an impatient customer was waiting and Georgie’s laughter echoed it. He bent down and picked up another length of fishing line which was obviously attached to the one with the hooks on. The other end was just as obviously attached to the bell in the office.
Standing there with my mouth hanging open I stared at the man’s grinning face as I understood I had stumbled into a trap, a simple but very effective one which had snared me as easily as a rabbit in a noose. Not only trapped, but warning Georgie and Collette that I was standing out in the corridor! What a fool I’d been!
Before I could even think of anything to say Georgie walked towards me, grabbed my wrists, pulled me towards him and kissed me full on the lips. A mingled and overpowering aroma of spearmint mouthwash and garlic went into my nose and deep down into my lungs as I made a futile attempt to push him away. It was like trying to shove a wall over. He simply lifted my wrists up over my shoulders without the slightest effort, as though he were dangling a rag doll.
“Beautiful girl, Yvonne. I like you so much,” he said happily.
Behind him Collette was standing in the doorway, apparently not embarrassed at all about the way she was dressed or what I’d seen them doing. “I thought you’d come and have a look. That’s great, now you can see as much as you like.”
“No, I don’t want to see anything,” I protested, still squirming ineffectually in Georgie’s iron grip.
“Then how come we’ve caught you snooping on us? That wasn’t what I asked you to do, that was something you decided to do yourself. Keep her there, Georgie.”
Collette walked towards me, around me, so she was facing George, then quite calmly started undoing my belt!
“What do you think you’re doing!” I protested.
Collette answered me in a totally unsympathetic way: “Sorry, but I guess you’ve landed yourself right in it now, Yvonne. Don’t panic though, nobody is going to hurt you.”
My muscles tensed, ready to fight or flee. But how could I do either with Georgie holding my arms and my toes hardly touching the ground?
“As for what we’re doing, we’re protecting ourselves, Yvonne.” Collette continued briskly. “Look, this is a pretty dangerous game Georgie and I are playing. If his wife were to find out about this we’d have the Trojan wars all over again. Personally, I want to start my own business soon and I’ll probably need a bank loan. I wouldn’t have much chance of getting one if I was remembered as the girl who got fired from a bank herself for getting screwed by the customers. So we have to be careful.”
I made one more attempt to wriggle free from Georgie and then instantly stopped as Collette unhooked the hook and eye at the skirt’s waist. One more such movement and it was clear that my skirt was going to slip down.
“Now, if you hadn’t come into the corridor we wouldn’t have bothered about you. After all you couldn’t have seen anything so you couldn’t have said for certain that anything was really going on. But you did come near the office, you did see what was happening. It’s a problem for us then, to make sure you don’t tell anybody else.”
“You left the goddammed door open, didn’t you? I wouldn’t have seen anything but for that!”
Collette laughed at my anger, reached out and toyed with my zipper tab.
“No you wouldn’t have seen anything, so you would have crept up closer to the door and listened instead, and you would have been just as certain about what was going. We left the door open so that if the bell was rung we could be out in the corridor before you ran away. Truth to tell, I didn’t think the fishhooks would work as well as they did. They were Georgie’s idea when we were planning this.”
“What do you mean, planning it?”
“Well, it wouldn’t have been much of a plan if you’d stayed out front as you were supposed to. There wouldn’t have been any problem either about you telling tales on us.”
I hastily shook my head in rebuttal: “There isn’t any problem. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
“Yeah, Yvonne maybe, but Georgie and I would be much surer of that if you had as much to lose as we do.” She jerked the zipper down and tweaked the pleats on the skirt.
Even at that moment I was surprised about how Georgie was just standing there, letting Collette do all the talking. I had already begun to realize how strong a personality she had. Now I had a demonstration of how ruthless she was as well as my skirt dropped down around my feet. Georgie laughed and said something in Greek which sounded as if he was pleased. His head was bent forward as he looked down at my legs.
“Oh, he likes you alright. He’s been hoping like hell you’d come along, haven’t you, Georgie?”
I tried to speak calmly: “Please, Collette, what is it you want me to do?”
She gave a little half smile, put her hands on my hips, lifted them underneath my shirt, her fingertips scratched at my skin, and then went down into the tops of my panties.
“Collette, no!”
“Ten . . nine . . eight . . seven . . and still coming down!” Collette mocked me as she pulled my underwear down around my legs. Georgie whoofed with glee at what she was doing. Because I was stretched up the bottom of my shirt had been lifted almost to my waist and between the shirt and my stocking tops I was now totally naked. It was all a nightmare, impossible, that I could be displayed like this in front of a leering old man.
“Collete, you’re a bitch, a slut!” I cursed her.
“And you’re a miserable fucking bitch, Yvonne. For God’s sake put a smile on your face and enjoy the party. And don’t worry, you can come as you are.”
She laughed at the expression on my face, knelt down and finished slipping the panties down to ankle height: “Off the deck, please, Georgie.”
“OK”, Georgie responded, lifting me completely off the carpet for the second it took Collette to slip the waistband over my uniform lace-up shoes. She knelt back and jerked the fishing line free of the wall, then stood up holding my skirt and panties. “So that’s it, Georgie. You can let her go now.”
My heels fell back onto the carpet with a perceptible jolt as he released me: “You are OK, Yvonne?”
I’d actually started to massage my wrists before I realized how my shirt was still rucked up around my middle and hastily tugged it down. Even with my shirt held down at full stretch and bending forward I was barely decent.
Collette stepped past and looked scornful: “You live in perpetual fear of giving any man any pleasure, don’t you, Yvonne?”
“Give me my clothes back.”
“Hmmm. . . maybe your skirt, later. Maybe; but not these.” She smiled and held up my panties, turning over the waistband and looking at them closely. “When you were unpacking in your room I noticed this neat habit you have of inking your name on all your clothing. It’s a hangover from school camp days you’ve got to stop, Yvonne. The last thing a smart young lady should is to put her name in indian ink on her undies. You never know where they may turn up. Like these, for example.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that I’m going to put these and your skirt away in the safe and keep them locked up until Georgie and I are finished. Afterwards, I’ll give you your skirt back but not these little charmers. Right at the back of the safe are a pile of mortgage files that usually only get taken out once every six months. So I’m going to tuck these away in those files. Which will make it an interesting situation, because there’s only two keys to the safe, the manager’s and mine. If you keep quiet about Georgy and me I’ll take these out before the mortgages get checked. On the other hand, if rumors should start up in the town about wild goings on in the bank, then old pumpkin-head might get a tip-off to take a close look inside his safe. Maybe he’ll get a notion you somehow managed to plant your panties inside it because you’ve got an uncontrollable passion for him.”
Collette laughed at the idea, and no wonder. The manager was so fat he could hardly waddle and his head did look uncannily like a halloween mask. Not that it stopped him making fresh remarks to all the girls, which was about the only fresh thing about him, as he had a body odor problem like a garbage truck. As for the idea of him finding my underwear tucked away in the back of the office safe – well, the ensuing interview was just unimaginable!
“Collette -you can’t do that! Please!”
Her response was to bend down in front of the safe and to put away not only my skirt but hers as well, folding them up neatly as she did so. With George standing beside her there was no way I could even try to stop her. Then she pulled out a couple of the files from the back of the safe and made a big thing of blowing dust off the covers.
“If you think about things for a few minutes, Yvonne, I guess you’ll soon realize there’s a way I don’t have to do this. After all, it would be a pity for all of us if pumpkin-head were to find these accidentally through spring cleaning his safe or something.” She pushed the panties inside one of the covers and replaced the files.
It seemed clear enough, even in my naivete, what she was suggesting. I didn’t want to say it out openly though, that if I did for Georgie what she was clearly prepared to do for him, then I would be just as implicated as she was. And if I was as guilty as she was there’d be no need for any blackmailing items left in the safe because there was no way I would dare talk about any of this.
Georgie grinned at me as Collette relocked the safe and stood up, hanging the key back around her neck on a thin silver chain. As soon as she was upright he grunted impatiently, caught her by the scruff of her neck and pushed her back towards the desk. Collette giggled and leaned forward over the side, in the same position as when I’d first seen her. Georgie went down on his knees, hooked his fingers into the split gusset of her panties, pulled them apart and then buried his face into her bottom like a bear snuffling for honey. Collette laughed and raised her buttocks again to give him room to work. She looked to her side, towards me, with a sardonic smile.
“Haven’t you run away, yet, Yvonne?”
“No,” I replied, my mouth incredibly dry. “No, I haven’t run away. How far could I run, dressed like this?”
Collette giggled, partly at what I was saying and partly because of what Georgie’s tongue was doing to her. “Why don’t you make yourself useful, then? Go to the other side of the desk, where Georgie can see you, and take off your shirt for him.”
It seemed to take ages before my feet began moving. Even longer before I was standing in front of Collette’s head with Georgie’s keen eyes looking up at me like a feeding eagle’s from over her prone back. My eye was caught by a length of thin black thread which went from underneath the desk to the top handle of the filing cabinet, a small shiny bell like a christmas tree decoration hanging from it. Obviously it was the bell I’d heard giving the alarm when I’d been caught. Once again I felt angry astonishment at how easily I’d fallen into the trap. But I’d only fallen into the trap because I’d fallen into temptation and now I must do my penance.
Standing behind the manager’s padded chair, I was just about decently shielded as I began to unbutton the front of my shirt. Colette was glancing up frequently and still gasping in delight at Georgie’s handiwork – tongue work – whilst I worked my way down the buttons, wondering how it could be that I was managing to undo them with my fingers trembling so much. When I slipped the shirt off my arms and put it down across the top of the chair, I was left with only my bra and jewelry above my waist, and only my stockings and suspenders behind the chair.
“Very nice girl, Yvonne. You are very beautiful.” I looked up from my discarded shirt and saw that Georgie was leaning back on his haunches, open mouthed and his swarthy face even darker than I could remember seeing it before. Both of his hands were exploring Collette where his mouth has just been, though it seemed to be something he was less interested in doing so than in looking and talking to me.
“Turn that chair around and sit on it,” Collette demanded.
Wondering what she had in mind I did as she wanted, now with my back to her. I heard her moving and felt her behind me, just before the chair was dragged around again. Collette had turned it, with Georgie still on the other side of the desk, standing now and grinning widely at me as I made a last futile effort to protect my modesty by putting my hands in my lap. Her sharp fingernails dug into my earlobes, painfully.
“Hands on top of the armrests, honey, and knees wide apart. Here’s where the fun really starts for you.”
Georgie sank back down onto the carpet, behind the desk and out of sight, before appearing again as he crawled underneath it, his thick black hair moving up between my black stockings. I felt the tickling of his mustache’s ends against my sensitive skin and gasped. Georgie laughed, pressed against me even closer and put his tongue against my bush of pubic hairs, dampening them. At the same moment he released a catch on the side of the chair which he seemed to be very familiar with and I slumped backwards. When the chair had settled back into the new position I could see Collette looking down at me with interest, and Georgie’s face peering up at me with even more interest.
“It’s like being in a dentist’s chair, but without the pain, just lots of pleasure,” Collette encouraged me. “All we need now is a couple more adjustments. Lift your legs up and put them on the desk.”
Georgie’s hands seemed remarkably rough and strong as he put them behind my knees, on the soft hot skin underneath the nylon stockings. He helped me lift my legs up until I could rest the heels of my shoes on top of the desk, and I hoped to God I wasn’t marking the polished wooden surface. Georgie seemed far more interested in the wet mark he’d made on me, blowing softly on the place. This couldn’t be happening, not in the bank, not with a man’s eyes only inches away from the most intimate part of my body, not with his breath fluttering against a dampness that was more and more my own involuntary reaction to that first touch of his tongue.
It all seemed so much a lunatic’s dream that I hardly noticed Collette unhooking the front of my bra and pulling the cups apart. Georgie looked up and flashed his white teeth as Collette’s fingernails clamped themselves like kitten’s claws around my tightening nipples. “OK, Georgie boy, I’ve kept my side of the deal. She’s all yours.”
Again I felt the stiff hairs on Georgie’s upper lip scratching me, again I felt the warmth and wetness of his tongue working against me, probing its target area with practiced skill. It was like having an electric eel swimming into me, an indescribable sensation.
“Deal – what deal?” I gasped
“Oh, Georgie always paid a nice fat bonus for the fun of fucking me and Susie together. As soon as he saw you he offered me the same deal again if I could get you to join in. And it looks as if he’s going to have to pay up.”
“No – no. I won’t. . .” Even as I was making the denial I was gripping the armrests of the chair like an astronaut during blastoff and beginning to moan with pleasure. Colette nipped my trapped nipples in her nails and chuckled.
“Yeah, sure, honey, you’re just cock teasing him and there’s no way you’re going to get fucked every which way. To tell the truth though, from where I’m standing, it looks like money in the bank.”
Georgie leaned back and looked up at me, as if judging the results of his handiwork so far. His hands settled on my thighs, slid over the stocking tops, the thumbs touched my pussy and spread the lips apart as if he was opening an oyster before tasting the meat inside.
“Yvonne, you are a beautiful girl, and I think this is your first time with a man, yes?”
I didn’t want to say anything, I only nodded, and Collette whooped with joy, giving me two more painful pinches. “Oh, great, another bonus! I just wish I could put it on your cubicle card for the customers to read – bank teller in training and recent ex-virgin!”
Georgie leaned forward again, licking me until I was wriggling around in the chair, the regular creaking noise from underneath it counter pointing my panting as I wondered how much more of this I could stand. Not only was that tongue driving me crazy, Collette was continually flicking at my straining nipples with her nails. She chuckled as she saw my fingers stroking through Georgie’s hair and heard me whimpering like a trapped animal.
“Honey, I think I’d better get the altar ready so we can sacrifice a virgin who looks like she badly needs it!”
Collette was absolutely right, of course, by then I wanted Georgie Kalvos more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life, more than I’d believed it was possible to want anything. Watching with bulging eyes I saw her go to the sofa at the side of the office, pick up the square seat squabs and put them down on the top of the desk, only pausing for a second as I suddenly squealed. Georgie had pushed a massive finger straight up my bottom and I was clenched around it like a thanksgiving turkey being stuffed. When he scratched me inside with his fingernail I arched back so much I thought the chair was going to topple over.
“Behave yourself, Georgie,” Collette said mildly as if he was a naughty schoolboy. “I think you need to lie down and regain your strength for a minute or two.”
As always, he did as she told him, and did it straight away, coming out from underneath the desk and standing up. At least it was a relief to have that finger removed.
“That’s the wonderful thing about men,” Collette said to me. “As long as they can screw themselves stupid they’re as easy to control as carthorses. Just remember, Yvonne, men are tool using animals and women are men using animals.”
There never was any doubt about Collette, she was a natural born brothel keeper right from the beginning. Going back to the sofa she collected the two loose cushions and stacked them at one end of the desk.
“I suppose I’d better undress you as well, hadn’t I?” She was speaking to Georgie again as if he was a little boy, smirking like an indulgent mother as she showed her skill at loosening belts again, this time the one around Georgie’s pants. Then she glanced at me, expression and voice changing instantly as if she was talking to a slave.
“Yvonne, kneel down here and unlace Georgie’s shoes.”
I struggled to get out of the chair, walked unsteadily around the desk and got down on the carpet in front of them. I had a sudden fear I was going to pull at the wrong ends of the laces and turn them into unworkable knots and Georgie would get mad at me. But instead, the laces fell apart easily and the brown loafers – I can see them still – slipped off his feet. He took a step back from them as Collete walked around between us, lowering Georgie’s pants. She knelt down in front of him as she did so, and Georgie rested his hands briefly on her shoulders as he lifted his legs out of the pants. It was like watching a pair of ballroom dancers going through a well-rehearsed routine.
She stood up again, still facing him and walked backwards towards the desk. “Come on, Georgie boy, time to let us do the work.” He moved with her, again as if they were dancing face to face, until I saw her fingers were holding onto the huge erection that jutted out in front of him like the boom of a crane. It looked like the ones I’d seen in the blue pictures the girls at school had passed around, but I’d never imagined anything that size in real life, no matter how big the man. I couldn’t believe a normal looking girl like Collette had been taking that monster into her. God help me!
Georgie lay back on top of the desk, his head on the cushions and his cock standing up in its swollen pride. Collette put her hand on it again, gently teasing the outer skin up and down in short movements.
“OK, you come and stand between his legs, Yvonne.”
I did as she wanted, while Collette continued to play with Georgie as she smiled at me.
“The Queen of England is married to a Greek – did you know that? I wonder if she does this for him. . . “. She leaned forward, her carefully pinned hair staying exactly in place, and licked the head of his cock, then put her mouth over it and slowly bobbed her head up and down for a few seconds as Georgie groaned with pleasure. After that she stood upright again, smiling even more widely.
“I hope you’re watching closely, Yvonne, because this is what you’re going to be doing every Thursday afternoon from now on.”
My throat was too constricted to say anything. All I could do was to nod my head in a kind of stupefied daze. “Take a hold of it then,” Collette said. “It won’t bite you – it may do a lot of other things to you, but it won’t bite.”
I put my fingers where hers had been, astonished at the heat of the skin and the power of the blood pulsing through the swollen veins. It was as if all the force in Georgie’s body had gathered together in this one limb with a temporary life of its own that demanded everybody else’s attention. Tentatively, I tweaked the tiny amount of play in the tightly stretched skin as Collette had done. It was a surprise to me that he reacted in the same way as he had done to her, muttering with obvious pleasure.
“Watch this,” she said, and scratched between his thighs at the bottom of his two crinkled up testicles. Georgie gasped and twitched in what seemed like an involuntary reaction. “Works every time,” she said smugly. “Practice it for a while.”
As I did so, holding the cock with one hand and scratching underneath his balls, Georgie jerked up and down in response looking at me and also at Collette as she swiftly took off her shirt I thought sourly that it was something of a change for her to be taking off her own clothes instead of everybody else’s.
Her bra straps she slid off her shoulders and then tugged the big pink cups down around her waist. Afterwards she went to the other end of the desk and put her hands underneath the cushions, raising Georgie’s head a few more inches. He laughed and reached up, taking her fat boobs fully in his hands, but still staring at me.
“Take your tit harness off as well, honey. You may not be as big as me but you’ve got a nice pair.”
There was no point in keeping it on anyway, it was still hanging open and hiding nothing. I took it off, threw it onto the chair and wondered what would happen if old pumpkin head walked into his office right now – the only consolation was that there was probably an excellent chance he’d drop dead on the spot from a heart attack.
“OK, bend over Georgie and rub your tits around his cock.” Collette sounded very breathless herself now, probably because of the way Georgie’s fingers were mashing her nipples.
I did as she wanted, astounded again by the heat and energy inside that jutting phallus symbol as it pressed up against me whilst I slithered around on top of it.
“Lick his stomach, Yvonne. Lick it.”
His skin down in front of me was lighter colored than his face, what little of it I could see under what seemed like an incredible amount of body hair. Nobody had ever told me that men had fur all over them. There were bars of bright light from the setting sun coming through the blinds and lying across his body in golden stripes, one of them centered exactly over his belly button.
Still rubbing myself against his cock, I leaned forward and started licking where the sunlight had fallen, as if I was worshipping nature itself by poking my tongue into that furry little depression. It didn’t seem too much of a fanciful thought, not as I was, spreadeagled out on top of a body of awesome strength and roughness that was so obviously ready to start rutting like a stag in season. I heard Collette gasp with pain and knew why, having experienced the power of Georgie’s grip myself.
“Alright, Yvonne, down on your knees.”
I knew their eyes were totally fixed on me as I lowered myself down between Georgie’s muscular thighs, holding his shaft tightly with my right hand. When I flicked it I saw him squeeze Collette’s boobs so hard her white flesh bulged out between his fingers as if it were new mixed dough. She flicked her head back with her mouth hanging open, somewhere between pain and ecstasy. When his grip eased she spoke to me.
“You’ve never sucked a man’s cock before?”
There didn’t seem any point in being shy about anything now.
“No, I haven’t,” I answered her, though my voice was hardly more than a croak.
She gasped again at Georgie’s handling, then looked down at him. “You’re going to be the first man she ever does this for. You’re going to be the first one she ever gives a blow job, the first man who ever fucks her. You’ll pay for that?”
Georgie barked back something in Greek, then said: “Yes – yes, everything I said!”
“Watch her then. Yvonne, lean forward, keep your face up. Lick him first, at the top of his cock, then up and down the back of it, and then his balls – do it slowly, slowly.”
She was still holding Georgie’s head up so he could watch me as I obeyed the orders. Suddenly I found the courage to look back directly into his eyes as I moved closer and began my novice attempt at the ritual of female submission. As the tip of my tongue touched the tip of his erection he snorted as a stallion would and those dominating eyes flickered like loose light globes. Suddenly I realized that this wasn’t something nasty or obscene, it was fun. Firstly, I was giving him back the pleasure he’d given me, and, even more satisfying, as I was doing it he kept on mangling Collette’s tits and making her gasp with pain. About time that fat arrogant bitch got a taste of her own medicine, I thought.
It was too good to last though. He finally let her go and she pulled herself up onto the desk and on top of him on her hands and knees. All Georgie had to do was to wait until she could position her pussy over his mouth and he was pulling her panties apart again to lick her. Collette immediately returned the compliment by bending forward towards me. “I’ll lick his cock, you lick his balls.”
I was almost reluctant to give Georgie up to her but I did so, and moved my tongue down to wet the tightly crinkled sacs of flesh at the bottom of his shaft. Georgie was making muffled sounds of delight. I wondered if he might come now and whether he would think he’d got his money’s worth if he did. It seemed to me that he was likely to come in Collette’s mouth and that would be it for the day, with him being such an old guy and all. If I’d known anything at all about Georgie’s powers of recuperation I’d have known better. But what happened instead was that he suddenly gave Collette a tremendously loud double slap on the cheeks of her ass. She lifted herself up and lifted her head from his cock, giving the shiny wet tip a final rub with her thumb.
“It’s all yours now, Yvonne. It’s fucking time and you’re the one that’s got to find a home for this.”
“Oh God! What’s it like, Collette – please?”
She giggled: “Nothing to worry about, honey – the only thing you’ll notice afterwards is that you’ve started walking like John Wayne!”
Georgie must have heard what she said, even with her thighs clamped over his ears, because he laughed loudly. Then Colette was quickly sliding off the desk on one side and Georgie was standing up in front of me. He grabbed my breasts, each one almost covered by a huge hand and waltzed us around in a second, so I was pressed against the desk. Then he lifted me by my tits as I yelled out and clung to his forearms, before going backwards and down, the edge of the desk behind my knees and the leather seat squabs underneath me. Georgie squatted down, grabbed my ankles and lifted them up above his shoulders, looking down at me with a odd, almost solemn look on his face as Collette pushed a cushion under my head. She, of course, was still laughing.
“We’ll make you comfortable, Yvonne, and then the doctor can start his de-virginizing operation.”
The other cushion she pushed underneath my butt and George stepped closer, his hands slipping down to my knees as I saw my shoes raised up towards the ceiling until he laces were hanging down.
“One minute, Georgie, one minute, and then you can fuck her stupid. . .” She went off to where a briefcase was in the corner, opened the lid and came rushing back with a roll of money. Georgie lowered my legs onto his shoulders and started pushing the bills into the tops of my nylons as I’d seen him do to Collette.
“This is a union job, Yvonne,” Collette said. “Nobody does anything for the boss here for free.” She reached down between us. “Yvonne, I’d like to introduce you to Georgie’s prick, and Georgie, say hallo to Yvonne’s cunt.”
I could feel the head of that huge cock pushing past my lips as she guided him into me. “Any last words as a virgin, honey?”
“God yes, fuck me, Georgie, please,” I begged him.
And so he did. Inch by inch, with my pussy muscles clamping tight around his erection as I locked my fingers around his neck. He head came down, his lips on mine, puffs of garlic and mint flavored air were blowing into my nose once more, then the same tongue which had been licking my cunt was now deep inside my mouth. My tongue against his, his body driving against mine, that huge cock reaming into me and Collette whispering into our ears.
“Fuck her, George, fuck her until she screams. Fuck the silly little bitch stupid!”
George did exactly that, until I had to turn my head away and let out the cries within me as I climaxed in a crescendo of pain and ecstasy, ready to die myself and just as ready to die for this man who’d made me feel more alive than I’d ever done before. A second – an eternity – later, our tongues were writhing against each other as his hot seed pumped into my womb. When he finally got off me his sweat soaked shirt peeled away from my breasts and stomach like a snake’s skin as I gulped for air.
Later still I was kneeling on the floor in front of the chair, licking off my own blood and love juice from George’s cock. Collette showed me what to do to bring it to life with my mouth, an impatience inside my newly conquered cunt to be used again matching George’s resurgent manhood. But this time it was different treatment, bent over the desk with Collette holding my ears as George rubbed grease up my anus with a finger which seemed twice as big as it had the first time, and the fingernail twice as sharp.
“What are you doing … ?”
“He’s going to put his cock up your ass,” Collette chuckled.
“No!”
George’s hands grabbed my buttocks as if they were plundered treasure – which I guess they were – and held them firmly captive as he made his grand entrance into me from behind. I couldn’t believe he was doing this to me, I couldn’t believe Collette was helping him by holding as firmly to my ears as Georgie was to my ass. But it was true, and my eyes were watering more than enough to prove it.
George pinned the tops of my legs against the edge of the desk with my sphincter ring being forced open: I made a last incoherent plea for mercy, Collette laughed and George rammed into me as if I was a novice bullfighter suddenly hit by a ton of testosterone charged meat. Not only was I pushed forward, so was the desk, so was Collette, until the roller chair she was sitting in was against the wall. Not that I cared because I was sure I was going to die on the spot. I felt like an hen trying to lay an ostrich egg, I felt like a victim of Vlad the impaler, and Collette had to force my face down onto one of the cushions on top of the desk to stifle my screams and protests.
“For God’s sake, shut up, Yvonne. You sound like Donald Duck getting a flying fuck.”
Yeah, from Dumbo, the flying elephant. But all I could think of was what she’d said before, about walking like John Wayne. Walking wasn’t going to be my problem from now on but sitting down surely would be. Then George put his hands underneath me to finger my tingling cunt and I was slamming my forearms on top of the desk like a surrendering wrestler as the Greek became my partner again in another orgastic blow up. I slipped off the desk and lay in a tangle of arms and legs with my man, both of us as weak as kittens.
I wouldn’t have cared if I’d been dragged out into the middle of the town and left in the old colonial stocks the way I was, stark naked and still hot from my sins. In fact it was a fate which would have been a lot easier to live with than what Collette was planning to blackmail me into doing. And I’d never even heard yet about the Blessing of the Fleet and what the special treat was that Georgie was planning to give his skippers. Or – to be more precise – who the treat was.
THE END