The unique way a unique woman celebrates her promotion to MD of Global Mergers and Acquisitions for a major investment bank, by getting royally fucked in a variety of ways.
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Chapter 1
As Charley boarded the SAS flight to Copenhagen at Heathrow, she knew she was starting the real celebration of her promotion.
She had made it to the top job in Mergers and Acquisitions in the bank. Her dream had come true, her ambition had been achieved. She was the global head of M & A for Goddards, big G as it was known everywhere.
She had firstly celebrated in New York the day she had received the expected news
"Congratulations Charley, the job is yours," the Chairman of the bank had said shaking her hand.
Her celebration that night was, to say the least, a little unusual. It was having a male and female hooker come to her suite at the Pierre Hotel and for her to fuck both of them. That the agency she bought her sex from in New York had seen fit to send a free sample later in the evening, was simply an additional bonus. And that they had the thoughtfulness to send Carl, the male hooker who had been her first black, paid for fuck, was just more icing on the cake. Nice icing though, for he fucked her brains out with his huge dick that Charley had so fallen for.
That had been unplanned, well Carl that is, not the other two, for she had booked them from the first class lounge at Heathrow just as she was about to fly to New York. She usually did that when she was going to be away for a few days, as she was so often.
Some time age she had discounted a traditional lifestyle. Her work and ambition precluded that. Seventy and eighty hour, always six and often seven day weeks didn't leave much time for dating. Her enormous drive and clear ambition to get to the top in the male bastion of mergers and acquisitions put her apart from most men. She scared the shit out of all but the few that were as driven and determined as she, and most she met like that, worked in the business as lawyers, bankers or accountants. Charley had made a vow when she took the first step up the banking ladder after leaving London University with a good degree, never to mix business with pleasure. So far she had kept that vow, so she owed nobody any favours and had no dependence on anyone in the industry. Alright, it meant some called her aloof, many thought of her as the ice maiden and not a small number were convinced she was lesbian. Typical men, she often thought, just because I don't let them get in my knickers I must be gay.
Charley was far from being a lesbian. True, she was bisexual and could get as much pleasure from sex with a lovely woman as she could from a hunky man, but she didn't categorise her sexuality. She enjoyed it so she bought it when and where she wanted with men and women and both. To organise that safely and conveniently, she had built up a network of highly reliable, totally discrete agencies in the major cities she visited as part of her job, Frankfurt, Dubai, New York, Paris and recently Mumbai and Beijing. And as she had on her last trip to New York for the final interview for the Global MD job, she set up her "dates" just as she was about to board her flight. Why? Just a tradition really she thought.
She didn't have time to develop relationships, shit she didn't really have time to meet anyone apart from people she did business with. She never went anywhere to meet people like that; she didn't know any, other than a few school and uni friends and family. Her entire life revolved around her job. Its demands consumed every minute she had; her work load was punishing and the traveling schedule enormously daunting. But she found all of that a turn on. Business in general, banking in particular and doing M & A especially was, to Charley, just like sex. To her, winning a negotiating, making a deal or securing a takeover was like having an orgasm. She had often sat in meetings talking her way to a successful outcome, her victory making her wet herself, and not through a weak bladder either!
Now she had done it, she had got the job she had set her heart on ten years ago when she had joined the bank. So now it was time to celebrate. That meant a number of things. The hookers in New York, a visit to a spa in the Cotswolds and now, a trip to Denmark. A trip that was pure indulgence. Not only was she taking three days off work, such a rarity her colleagues had asked if she was ill, but she was going to stay at a spa. A very special spa. It had been recommended to her by Brad, the Australian masseur who had been one of her earliest sorties into paid sex in London.
Brad was a chartered physiotherapist. He had moved to London after qualifying in Melbourne and was just about making ends meet working for a small practice a few miles outside London, in Essex. By chance, he had stumbled on what turned out to be a goldmine, giving mainly middle aged ladies orgasms on his massage table. Often nothing was said, nothing acknowledged, nothing passed between him and his patients, nothing that is other than an orgasm and one, two or three fifty pound notes.
That was how he started. Ladies with sports or other injuries visiting the practice and succumbing to his tantalisingly suggestive and wickedly inviting hands and fingers. A banking friend of Charley's told her about him. "It's only twenty minutes by car and he works most evenings," her friend had advised, adding. "And by God does he make you cum."
The prospect of that immediately interested Charley. The more she thought about it the more excited she became. As she realised she wouldn't have to take the risk of letting an agency, and even more importantly, an escort, know her address, so the idea became even more appealing. And as she imagined herself on a massage table with some hunky Aussie shoving his fingers up her pussy, she became positively aroused, several times. As she thought about the prospect of what might happen, so she suddenly realised that her lower back was sore!
Brad had made that and the more acute ache in the pit of her stomach go away, very quickly. The former by using the mouse of the ultra sound machine on her back, the latter by shoving three fingers up her cunt and hand fucking her until she had a lovely orgasm. He was every bit as good as her colleague had suggested.
He moved on. He left the physiotherapist practice and set up his own visiting massage service. It was a phenomenal success. He recruited others to help him, all Aussies and all part or fully qualified physios. Charley continued using Brad's and his colleagues' services as he expanded to offering two person massages, the two persons being of same or different sexes. Charley had become somewhat of an addict for that. It was quick, easy, not messy and hugely arousing, to have a tasty girl licking her pussy as she sucked a young Australian cock. From the outset, Brad's services had been different, there was no penetrative sex.
Brad's business grew and grew until he had over twenty permanent staff and he had associations with the top three or four escort agencies in London. Within a couple of years his business was servicing, one way or another, most of the "lonely married women" or "tired business women" passing through London and staying at the top hotels.
Charley had helped him with finance when he was getting going and her payback was a massage by him now and then. Nothing organised or planned, just two old friends meeting when the fancy took them to indulge themselves in the other's body. And still, after almost two years now, Charley had never been fucked by Brad. Odd!
"The Danes have this amazing attitude towards sex," he was telling her as his strong hands ran up and down her slender back.
"Yes I have heard, everyone knows that."
"Well everyone knows that they have loads of porn mags and websites, strip clubs and live sex shows, but their entire approach and attitude is so different to any other nation."
"How?" Charley almost groaned as Brad's fingers dug deep into the muscles that run alongside her spine. "Oooo that hurts."
"No pain Charley, no gain," he responded, letting his fingers slither further downwards, lowering the pressure until they slid into the crease of her bum, which he gently stroked
