Cindy’s ice blue eyes stare deep into mine, a rock solid, unflinching gaze. I get the impression she is not going to deliver good news.
“Rob, I won’t hold back, you’re a dear friend and I care about you. I think your accounts are a wreck, and your projected figures for the next year do not inspire confidence at all. If I am brutally honest, your business might not even be around for that long anyway.”
Talk about not sugar coating the pill, the words chill my spine and cause me to perspire at the same time. I know things hadn’t been going swimmingly, but I didn’t expect to hear my livelihood might be falling apart all around me.
Cindy is my accountant, not to mention a former partner. I know she has my interests at heart, so I can’t disregard her opinion or bury my head in the sand. I have worked so hard to get this business up-and-running, and it fills me with despair to face failure.
“What do you suggest then, Cindy?”
She raises her eyes skywards for a moment then back on to me.
“I don’t know. Let a few of your staff go, reduce your prices, advertise more. Common sense really.”
I muster a smile from somewhere and tell her I could always get a cheaper accountant.
“You could, Rob. But I bet they wouldn’t stand for you staring at their legs or breasts all the time.”
Her glowing smile melts me, it never fails. I feel she might have a point as well.
“Guilty as charged, but you know what your legs and tits do to me.”
Casting aside my worries for a minute I stand and approach her casually unzipping my jeans and letting them fall, my erection standing proud in my boxer’s. Her eyes move from my face to my crotch and her painted nails stroke my cock gently through the material.
“I see the merchandise is still good quality, some things don’t change.”
I move her hand away for a second and ease down my underwear, my erect penis inches from her face.
“Go on, please Cindy. I could really do with something to ease the tension. Just this once, for old time’s sake. Please?”
She sighs deeply, giving me a look somewhere between pity and admiration for my bare faced cheek.
“Every time I fall for this. Every damn time. Oh and I haven’t forgotten, you still haven’t paid me for last month’s visit, let alone this one.”
Her fingers gently ease my foreskin back and she leans forward. Her mouth devours three quarters of my length in one go. My hands grasp her head and push her deeper onto my girth. This isn’t going to take long.
Cindy returns from the bathroom, suitably freshened up and looks relieved to see I have made myself respectable again. I was right, it didn’t take long, truth be told it never did. Her sweet mouth and swirling tongue always work for me, coaxing my orgasm within four or five minutes as a rule.
“You do realise times are hard for accountants too, Rob. I do normally draw the line at sexual favours you know. It’s only because we have history and...
She breaks off, not finishing her sentence.
“And what, Cindy?”
“You do have a nice cock, but don’t get big headed.”
I thank her for the compliment and tell her to send me her invoice.
“Rob I have a little idea for you. I know how much your business means to you and I would like to help. My mother is something of a commercial networker, as I’m sure you remember?”
I nod, recalling her formidable mother.
“Well, she’s having one of her get-together’s at the old house. I know that there are usually a lot of players in the local business world there. Why don’t I try and swing you an invite? It might help you out a little.”
I tell her to get me on the list at any cost.
“I’ll do my best. You will owe me big time if I get you in, agreed?”
I smile and tell her it’s a deal.
“I’m too good to you, Rob. You better be ready to thank me some day real soon.”
Her words are still in my head as I hear the door slam shut and I’m left standing alone.
***
Three days pass without a word from Cindy. I try my best not to think too deeply about my plight, but I feel the weight of guilt on my shoulders. The people I employ have come to be more friends than just people I pay a salary to. I would feel an enormous sense of failure if I have to make these people redundant as they have all worked so hard for me.
Three years it has taken to establish my business. It had started as a part time money earner based in a friends garage, but I stuck at it and steadily made it a success. Eventually many independent shops were stocking my men’s underwear range. I expanded the business and moved into expensive new premises, things were going well until the global financial crisis took hold and I find myself looking at the possibility of going under.
Finally, the next day Cindy calls. She has twisted her mother’s arm and managed to get me an invite to her meeting the following evening. I thank her for her help, she laughs heartily down the line, reminding me that I am forever in her debt. It doesn’t give me much time to prepare, but I have to grasp my chance.
I can’t say that I ever really saw eye to eye with Sylvia. In the short time that I officially dated her daughter, she never looked upon me with anything other than mild indifference. It was the classic case of not being good enough for her precious Cindy. On the occasions I had met her since our split she had always managed to belittle me and inform me what a lucky escape her daughter had when we decided to break up. I would never entertain the idea of being civil towards her but she does hold a certain power within the local business fraternity, having been a leading light in the local Chamber of Commerce for several years. I have to swallow my pride and bow to her superior networking and powerful contacts. It’s a dog eat dog world, and I have to survive, by any means necessary.
I approach the old house with trepidation, memories flooding my brain. I climb the steep, never ending steps and across the courtyard to the front entrance. I am greeted at the door by Chambers, the ageless butler who I remember from yesteryear. He seems to recall me, smiling faintly before taking my coat and the package containing a sample of my merchandise. He leads me through the grand hallway and into the ballroom; yes Sylvia has a ballroom! The room is already full and I feel severely underdressed in just a shirt and casual trousers, nearly everybody else is in formal dress.
Chambers announces me to Sylvia, who greets me with an uncharacteristic kiss and embrace, I suspect she has already had a few refreshments as she is usually not an advocate of any physical contact.
“Robert, my dear boy. How the devil are you? It’s been such a long time.”
She clicks her fingers and ushers over a devastatingly pretty black haired girl with the most amazing soft brown eyes and warm smile. I stare at her, not meaning to gaze for so long, but I can’t stop myself. She looks at me, but doesn’t seem to take me in.
“Evie, could you get Robert a drink please? Vodka and lime, plenty of ice if I recall.”
I nod and tell her that would be lovely. Evie swishes past me, her eyes catching mine this time, returning moments later with a crystal cut glass full to the brim. She holds it out to me with a very steady hand. I thank her and gulp back half of the drink in one go, needing the Dutch courage.
Evie walks away and I admire her firm rear, and the wiggle in her walk. I may just try my luck later. My daydream is shattered abruptly by Sylvia’s heavy sigh.
“Oh Robert, my dear Robert. You always did have an eye for the ladies, Cindy always complained about that. I see you haven’t improved with age.”
Suitably reprimanded I decide to make forced small talk with boring people who, by and large are of no use to me at all. Only one woman, a buxom mid forties blonde called Pippa seems to think she had a contact who might be able to sell my product, but there is nothing definite. She leaves me with a business card and tells me to call her in a couple of days. I sigh inwardly and tell myself it’s better than nothing.
After an hour I’ve had my fill. I grab a bottle of beer from the kitchen and make my way to the terrace for a cigarette. The night air is cool and the light is beginning to fade. There are a handful of people outside including Evie who is collecting glasses, balancing them skilfully on a tray. She glides past me, once again we share prolonged eye contact, before I ask her if she has a bottle opener.
Evie places the tray down, takes my bottle and dispatches the top, handing it back to me with a sweet smile. I light my cigarette and ask if she would like one. She tells me she shouldn’t as Sylvia wouldn’t approve.
“Maybe later then, when you’ve finished?”
“Maybe yeah.”
She leaves me enjoying my smoke, and the peace of the sunset. My solace is quickly shattered by Sylvia, who seems to delight in getting under my skin.
“Ugh, you still persist with that filthy habit. I’m so glad Cindy saw you for what you were. What you still are for that matter.”
My patience snaps, I have had enough.
“Well to be honest Sylvia, having you as a mother-in-law would put all but the bravest man off anyway.”
She looks at me in disgust, not used to anybody talking back to her.
“Well, thank you for that glowing tribute. I came to tell you that Pippa seems to like you, thinks she can help you. God know quite why she would want to. You’re just an ignorant little shit.”
We stare at each other, full of mutual contempt.
“She is coming here next Tuesday for lunch, wants to meet up with you to discuss a possible business link up. I’ve shown her the samples that you left and she is impressed. You’re incredibly lucky that I agreed. However, I am aware that you owe my daughter money, so it’s in my best interests to help you, however much I loathe you. So next Tuesday at mid-day. Do not be late.”
She turns and walks off, stopping at the doorway to address me once more.
“Oh and Robert, forget about Evie, she is off limits. Not up for discussion I’m afraid.”
As she disappears I tell myself we’ll see about that.
***
Tuesday eventually comes around, it’s been an edgy few days spent trying to drum up new business without much reward. I can only hope that Pippa will be my salvation. I make my way to Sylvia’s house telling myself not to rise to her bait today. I’m going to have to be on my best behaviour.
Chambers shows me in to the reception room and tells me to take a seat. I feel a little nervous as I wait, needing this to go to plan. I need some positive news as business is still poor. After what seems like a lifetime Chambers beckons me to follow him, and leads me ponderously into the cavernous lounge. I am surprised to find it is unoccupied, I was expecting to see Sylvia looking down her nose at me. Chambers tells me to take a seat and he will inform Madam that I have arrived. I take in his features, the usually unflappable servant seems ruffled and ill at ease for some reason. He hurries away leaving me in solitude. I hear his footsteps on the creaking stairway, maybe Sylvia had one too many Gin’s last night and is taking a nap.
Five minutes pass and I’m still sat alone, this only adds to my nerves. Perhaps this is some ploy by Sylvia, nothing would give her greater pleasure than to make me suffer.
Finally I hear two sets of descending footsteps and then Sylvia’s booming voice telling Chambers that he wouldn’t be needed for the rest of the day. Her entrance isn’t full of it’s usual bombast, in fact she too looks flustered, and most unusually her hair looks quite dishevelled, and her clothing untidy.
“I’m sorry to have kept you Robert, I was a little distracted, lost track of time completely. Why don’t you come upstairs? Pippa is already here, she’s taking a look at the samples that you left behind in greater detail.”
We make our way up the grand staircase without speaking before she shows me into a plush bedroom. The sight which greets me near enough knocks me off my feet. Pippa is naked on the giant bed, legs spread wide apart, knees bent. Her hands are clasped around the head of Evie who is also naked except for a pair of boxer shorts, which bear my logo. Neither acknowledge my entrance, both engrossed in each other. I admire Evie’s beautifully tight buttocks encased in the tight cotton. Her fingers frantically sawing in and out of Pippa’s glistening pussy. Pippa’s moans increase as Evie’s tongue swirls against her clit, lashing it back and forth.
