Watchers - an erotic novella (4 page)

Chapter Six

The next morning, Maria arrived late at the office to find Guy and Jon sniggering over some online porn.

‘Can’t you two find any work to do?’ she snapped.

‘Sorry, boss, it’s just that this bird reminded us of that Suzy slapper everybody is talking about.’ He swivelled the monitor for Maria’s benefit, but she didn’t look up. She tugged at her suit jacket – bottle green, and every bit as boring as the rest.

‘You mean the girl my husband manages?’

‘Does he?’ Guy tried and failed to look surprised.

‘You know perfectly well he does. Look, could you put the kettle on, please?’

While Guy strolled off to the tiny kitchen, Jon printed out some emails. ‘The latest on the Mannings deal,’ he said, dropping them onto her desk.

Maria sighed. She had a splitting headache. Learning the truth about Ken and Suzy had led to a row that had kept her awake for most of the night.

‘What were you thinking?’ she’d stormed at Ken. ‘Preying on some poor, innocent girl, carting her off to the woods, plying her with vodka, forcing her to spill dirty secrets?’

‘She wasn’t that fucking innocent,’ Ken had snarled.

‘You seduced her! You made her come!’

‘Yes, and she hasn’t stopped since!’

‘Why did you pick her up that day?’

‘Because I was bored,’ Ken said. ‘Because you’re never here. You’re always too fucking busy.’

‘Perhaps you’d prefer it if I was too busy fucking,’ Maria retorted, twisting his words.

‘Maybe I would! You never used to be this obsessed with work. And you never used to be so stuck-up or such a frump, either!’

‘If you haven’t noticed, we’re in a recession.’ Maria ignored his attack on her personality and appearance. ‘I’m lucky to have a business at all. I almost lost it once and now I have to do whatever I can to keep it going.’

‘What about me?’ Ken yelled. ‘I’m sick of being stuck here all day with nothing to do. Domestic trivia about putting out rubbish bags and picking up milk does my head in. That’s why I was cruising round in the car that day, that’s why I offered Suzy a lift and engineered a diversion.’

‘So why don’t you get a job?’

‘Doing what?’ Ken snarled. ‘I’m not qualified for anything and I don’t have your business acumen. I just thought that running a little agency, hiring out totty to parties, would be a bit of a sideline, something to fill my time. I was doing OK until you poked your nose in.’

‘I didn’t poke my nose in! I answered your phone because you were occupied with the car as usual. You might at least have taken the phone with you, tried to look professional.’

‘Yeah, well …’

‘And you should have set Suzy up as a watcher by now – it was your idea, after all. She should have been paid too! You owe her big time. Her session in the community hall turned over a small fortune, and that was just one gig. No wonder you didn’t want any money from me – you didn’t intend to spend any. Nice try, but that’s not how it’s done. Well, at least I’ve put a stop to your games. You can’t string Suzy along any more because I’m going to manage her myself.’

Ken looked shocked.

‘What do you know about strippers?’

‘Fuck all, but I’m willing to learn.’

The row had kept going round in circles until Maria finally slammed out of the house and headed for the office.

‘Thanks, Guy,’ she said as he placed a mug in front of her. ‘So what have you heard about Suzy?’

‘She’s a bit of a trollop and loves an audience. She’s MC-ing a hen night at that community place tonight.’

‘Whose hen night is it?’

‘Carla Smith’s.’

‘Carla? I didn’t realise she was getting married.’

‘She isn’t getting married – she’s just having a hen night! As far as I can tell, it’s just an excuse for a load of girls to get together and booze.’

‘So what’s Suzy going to do?’

‘Who knows?’

Intrigued, Maria sipped her drink and thought about the row with Ken. Parts of it troubled her greatly. Had she neglected him? Yes, she had. But business-wise, the last few months had been a nightmare. At one point, Elevate had been struggling for survival. She’d had to lay off staff and downsize, move to much smaller premises. It had been a very difficult time, too difficult to focus on anything else, even her marriage.

More worrying was the fact she hadn’t been bothered when Suzy confessed about her interlude with Ken. On the strength of that information, some women would have headed straight for the nearest divorce courts.

She just wished she could have been there, witnessed her husband in action. Watching Ken with another female had been an alien concept to Maria, but it excited the hell out of her and now the idea had taken root, she couldn’t get it out of her mind. She’d never had such erotic thoughts before but she couldn’t help wondering what it would be like …

Was that what Ken wanted too? Was that why he was so dissatisfied with their relationship? Or was it just that they’d never admitted their fantasies to each other? They couldn’t have done that before, though, because Maria had only just realised hers.

Ken was gorgeous and he’d always been one for the ladies. But he was no businessman. Maybe he had talents in other directions, ones she’d never even considered.

Maybe they could run Watchers together, or perhaps she should hire Ken out as a gigolo …

She sighed. Where was all this coming from? She’d never considered risqué party acts as entertainment before, yet it seemed to be the route Suzy preferred to go down … She’d probably go down with no trouble!

Maria flicked through the emails Guy had given her without seeing a thing. Her mind was awash with erotic images – Suzy half-pissed and climaxing on Ken’s fingertips, the bride in her sexy cream dress, helping Suzy lose her underwear at the community hall, and Suzy being chained to a radiator. Oh, and Ken taking a photograph of the tag in Suzy’s top when he’d removed it from her so he could get her size. He’d finally admitted to that at some point during their row.

Ken had definitely picked a winner in Suzy. Yet he’d failed her, which meant she more than likely wouldn’t stay around for long. They could end up losing a great business asset, and Maria didn’t want that to happen.

She mulled over their heated words again.

 ‘You had no intention of trying to find a couple for Suzy,’ Maria had ranted at Ken.

‘What do you want me to do, stick an advert in the window of the village shop?’

‘It’s not good business practice to let people down,’ she’d yelled. ‘You must always keep your promises.’

‘I’m going over to Mannings,’ she said, gathering up the papers on her desk. ‘I’ll catch you guys later.’

Chapter Seven

Mannings was a huge, modern hotel standing in several acres of land on the main road that skirted the village. Originally owned by a well-known chain, its remote location did little to generate any regular profits. Alex had bought it cheaply when the previous owners decided to dispose of it. But it still wasn’t making any money and now Alex wanted rid of it too. Maria had been intending to buy the property from him, knock it down, and build flats.

As she drove towards the hotel, her mind reeled as she tried to take in Alex’s latest proposals. Could they really work? The email, when she’d finally got round to reading it, contained a complete rethink from the proprietor.

Mannings was in such an out of the way position, shaded by woodland at the end of a deep, winding track, that clients often failed to find the place even if they were booked in. Sat navs, unreliable at the best of times if Maria’s gadget was anything to go by, could never locate it, generating endless reports about people forced to sleep in their vehicles because they couldn’t find their pre-booked beds. But the hotel’s obscurity might be ideal for Alex’s scheme.

Maria parked on the gravelled driveway. Alex was hovering on the doorstep.

‘Maria! Long time no see! I thought you’d forgotten our whereabouts.’

‘Not me,’ she said. Climbing out of the car and straightening her dark brown skirt, she zapped her key ring, and followed Alex inside. The foyer was all cream paintwork and huge potted palms, the shady interior providing the perfect environment for them.

‘Come through to the dining room – we’ll chat in there,’ he said.

Alex rang a bell and a girl appeared.

‘Ah, Poppy,’ he said. ‘Can you bring us some coffee, please? Or would you prefer tea?’ he asked Maria.

‘Coffee is fine.’ Maria studied Poppy, the girl who had caused so much trouble with her booking mix-up. She was tiny, fair with blue eyes, not much in the way of boobs, but she’d probably be worth seeing nude …

Maria mentally shook herself. What was wrong with her? Why did she keep having these visions?

‘So,’ said Alex when Poppy had scurried off to get their drinks, ‘have you looked at my updated proposal?’

‘Yes,’ she replied. ‘But before we go any further I have to tell you that I know where Suzy is.’

Alex looked confused.

‘Suzy – you mean Suzy, my manager?’

‘Yes. I believe she took flight when you walked in on her watching a couple in the bridal suite.’

‘Er, right. Well, it came as a bit of a shock, that’s all. I had no idea she was so broadminded. I wish I’d known before. If she’d just answer my messages, or come back and talk to me, we could sort things out. She’s the best manager I’ve ever had. She’s so efficient and organised – I need her here.’

‘I can probably talk her round,’ Maria said. ‘But I’m going to need your help …’

Alex was putty in her hands, as Maria had known he would be. Half an hour later, it was all arranged.

Chapter Eight

The route home took Maria past the community hall. It was gone nine. She’d seen two more clients after Alex, and had then kept an appointment with the council’s planning controller. Ken was right, she conceded. How could they hope to keep their relationship going when she was never home?

And she wasn’t going home now either. She’d tried telling herself that she needed to take another look at the premises, see if the place was viable for redevelopment. But really, curiosity was once again getting the better of her. She parked in front of the community hall and went inside.

Her first thought was that she was overdressed. She was still in the frumpy brown ensemble she’d worn all day, and looked like an aging spinster compared to the sea of maxed-out Lycra that greeted her.

There was a lot of cleavage, midriff, and thigh on display, and vast quantities of alcohol had obviously been consumed. Everybody seemed to be having a good time, and as she made her way to the bar at the back of the hall, she thought that it would be a shame to knock the place down and build more flats, which was the proposal currently on the agenda.

‘Maria!’ Suzy came running up to greet her. Leaning against the bar, Maria thought she caught sight of a male figure lurking in the walk-in store-cupboard. Ken? She’d forgotten he’d probably be here and that their earlier argument was still unresolved. ‘You’re just in time to see my act!’ And with that, Suzy jumped up onto the stage.

‘Yo, girls! Who’s the hen?’ she shouted. There seemed some confusion over this, which supported Guy’s theory about nobody actually getting married.

In the end, Carla was nominated as she’d organised the event.

‘Let’s get this show on the road!’ Suzy screamed as she hauled Carla onto the stage. Suzy and Carla stood side on to the audience, facing right. Suzy wrapped her arms around Carla’s trim body.

‘OK, Guy, let’s have some music, please!’

What was Guy doing at a hen night? Maria watched as he cranked up the stereo, one of Suzy’s favourite rock anthems pounding out of the speakers. The girls didn’t move. Instead, Suzy removed Carla’s top and slid the tight skirt down her thighs. As Carla was braless, her breasts were fully displayed, nipples the size of conkers, for all to see.

Suzy retained her original position while fondling them from behind. Carla gasped with pleasure, leant her head back towards Suzy’s shoulder, and used her hands to enhance her arousal.

The audience soon followed suit. They formed lines, twosomes or threesomes according to their friendships, and undressed each other depending on how confident they felt.

Some girls exhibited their boobs, others just undid buttons. A few simply enjoyed being groped beneath their clothing. But one or two stripped bare and flaunted their bodies for all they were worth. Guy’s eyes were out on stalks as he kept the songs playing.

Surprisingly, Suzy kept her clothes on. It didn’t stop her from reaching a climax. Using a lewd gyrating action, she rubbed her cunt over Carla’s arse, eased her fingers into the front of the girl’s knickers and rubbed her clit. The crowd copied her. Fingers fondled intensely. Pants and groans filled the air. More clothes came off as the girls reached orgasm. But Suzy wasn’t finished yet.

‘Carla deserves a special thank you for organising this great evening,’ she said once the moans had subsided.

Maria couldn’t help wondering whether Suzy had arranged the act with Carla or whether she was just ad-libbing. Carla seemed to be enjoying it anyway.

Suzy removed Carla’s knickers and pushed her into a reclining chair. She set its position to almost horizontal so she could see and be seen.

‘Come on, Guy,’ she yelled.

Watching the girls ride out their climaxes, Maria had lost sight of Guy. Her young colleague emerged from the store cupboard. Naked, he sported an impressive erection. He had to pass Maria to get to Suzy. Clearly embarrassed at his boss being in attendance, he avoided eye contact and fisted his penis, trying to shield it from her view.

‘Go for it, you’ll be great!’ Maria whispered as he passed by, his toned body brushing the lapels of her suit. Maria undid a couple of buttons on the jacket, wishing she wasn’t wearing such a formal blouse underneath.

Guy stood to the left of Suzy.

‘It’s no good, I’ve got to lose these clothes,’ she yelled, yanking her short dress over her head to display her nakedness. Then she sank to her knees and took Guy’s cock in her mouth, sucking, licking and lapping. Carla responded by fondling her own teats again, smoothing her torso and stroking her curvy hips. Eventually, her fingers strayed into her pubes. The girls in the crowd were instantly aroused by the actions on stage, several already masturbating. Mouths and nipples made contact, as did lips and clits.

Carla, on the lounger, began arching her body off the canvas, bucking against her hand and moaning softly, while Guy, still on the receiving end of Suzy’s tongue, looked ready to explode …

Suzy decided to give him a hand. She shafted his penis with one hand while frigging herself with the other.

‘Oh my God,’ Guy murmured, reaching for Suzy’s breasts. ‘Don’t stop, please don’t stop …’

Several girls in the audience peaked, lusty shrieks sounding one after the other, and Carla was about to join them, but Guy got there first. With a growl of release, he emitted an arc of semen over Carla’s frenzied body.

Maria wanted to lie on the bar with her legs open and beg somebody to fuck her. If only Ken were here. But he seemed to have disappeared – if indeed he’d been there in the first place. And, of course, she was still on duty.

As everybody found their clothes and normality slowly returned, Maria approached Suzy and handed her a scrap of paper.

‘Here’s my address – I’ll see you tomorrow.’ She winked.