A note from Michy.
This is another episode in my banker or whore series. There are two previous submissions that you might like to read before this one, but that's up to you. Just enjoy me as the men in this and the previous stories did.
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Although her arse was a bit big, her thighs were a little chunky and there was slight bulge on her stomach the rest of her was very tasty. Good tits, at least a C cup, spiky blonde hair with dark streaks, a pert nose, full lips and the most come to bed eyes he had seen for ages. That they were behind glasses seemed a shame at first, but the more he looked the sexier he found them.
As he ran quite quickly on the cross trainer at the gym he couldn't stop his eyes, not that he wanted them to, from ogling her. But in that, he wasn't alone. There weren't that many women at the Reebok gym in Canary Wharf at five thirty in the morning. Those that were there tended to be stick insect thin, wannabee traders in one of the banks, who at present had to put up with being a PA or travel organiser or, as they were known on the floors, 'trader trash.'
Michaela was used to being the only woman amongst a group of men so being in the minority in the gym in the new financial centre of London, Canary Wharf, didn't bother her at all.
As she power-walked on her cross trainer two machines down the line from Luke, she had glanced a number times towards the trainer on which he was running. She had seen him at the gym several times and had admired his physique. She had surreptitiously glanced at his broad chest in the running singlet, his sturdy legs in the short, shorts, his pert bum and his quite obvious cock and balls swinging around in his loose shorts. She wondered sometimes whether he wore anything under his shorts and on 'bad frustration days' as she called them she felt a little shiver go through her.
But they had never spoken although they had exchanged eye contacts, smiled and nodded at each other. Today, though they both finished at the same time, stopped the machines and tentatively after thirty minutes of activity they stood on solid ground in the middle of the gym looking at each other.
"Ok?" he asked.
"Yes thanks."
"Good workout?"
"Smashing and you?" the forty five year old woman asked.
"Wonderful" the eighteen years old replied.
That was the start. Just a brief chat, but it set a pattern that developed into life-changing magnitude for both of them.
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"You ever been with an older woman?" Luke asked his colleague in the distribution office of the soft drinks bottling plant in Beckton just a few stops on the DLR from Canary Wharf.
"Yeah several why?"
"Just curious."
"Have you?"
"No, not yet I haven't." In fact Luke hadn't 'gone all the way' yet with any woman let alone an older one.
"Would you like to? They are fucking great" Danny told him.
Danny was a real player and pulled loads of girls. Luke often wished that he could get to go out with Danny, but they led different lives; Danny was from Romford in Essex and the twain just didn't meet.
"Dunno really" Luke lied for since he had been talking to Michaela, but call me Michy if you like, he had thought of little else. Every day since that first short chat, he had jacked off at least once thinking of her. He had fucked her in every position, licked her cunt until she moaned with acute pleasure and she had sucked his cock and looking right into his eyes she had swallowed his cum.
* In the first class cabin of the afternoon BA flight to New York Michaela's thoughts drifted back to the morning in the gym. She and the young guy had been exchanging pleasantries for a couple of weeks. They had started with 'you ok' and 'workout good' to more questions and chats about the gym. Then this morning when she had said she was going to have a juice he had followed her. They had sat opposite each other and talked at more length.
He had explained that he lived on the Isle of Dogs and worked at Beckton just a few miles down the Thames towards Barking.
"Never been there" she said adding. "The furthest I have been that way is City Airport.
Michaela explained that she was Danish and had moved to London with her job a year or so ago. "So I don't know my way round that well" she explained.
"I've lived in the East End all my life, probably will die here" Luke had smiled, wondering if he could get away with offering to show her round East London?
Michy was flattered at the young man's interest in her and genuinely found him interesting. In her post as Global Head of Private Wealth Management for a US based international investment bank, she rarely met 'normal' people. Since starting to chat to Luke, she had realised that more and more and had vowed to do something about.
For the past ten years she had held very senior posts in the bank, firstly as European based MDs in Copenhagen, then Frankfurt and latterly London. The last move had wrecked her marriage for her husband Erik refused to live in London so they separated. They still saw each other most months, however, when Michy popped home and did what married couples do, fuck like rabbits and then row.
She explained to Luke that she had lived in many places as her dad had been in the oil industry and she had studied in Copenhagen, Oxford and then in California where she gained her MBA.
"I never went to uni for I was going to be a pro footballer until I did my cruciate ligament when I was sixteen. My knee still swells up after a strong workout" he explained adding. "See" as he pushed his leg out from under the table. Michy looked at it and saw the swelling all round his kneecap.
"Wow" she said without thinking rubbing it with her fingers. That sent a shock wave of sensations through both of them and the gazes locked, for just a moment.
"Good to see you again" Warren Emerson the third the Chairman, CEO and significant shareholder in the bank said after his beautiful 'doorkeeper' Ms Louise Martinez had kept Michy waiting a few moment in the outer office. She had arrived at Kennedy Airport at five and had been whisked into downtown Manhattan in a company limousine for the meeting at seven.
"And you Warren" Michaela replied.
Whilst according to the company organisation chart she reported to the Bank's Head of Sales, most of Michy's dealings were with Warren the Head of Sales bosses boss. In his early seventies, he had inherited his equity and his position in the bank from his father and was now one of the most experienced and venerated bankers in the world. His knowledge of business and industry was immense and his contacts were awesome.
"You have been doing very well recently my dear" he said taking hold of her hand.
"Thank you."
Michaela had been given a clear objective and that was to help rebuild the bank's capital base. After the outrageous goings on with sub-prime had devastated most investments bank's reserves to the point that Lehmans, Bear Stearns and Merrill Lynch had all effectively gone belly up, governments insisted on an infusion of more capital. Warren's bank was achieving this in a number of ways a key one of which was from high wealth individuals. Michaela's target was to generate ten billion dollars from this source in her first year. Three months into it, she had gained over two billion and had leads on another three to four. Her inducement was that if she hit the ten bil she would get an additional bonus of two million dollars, which would be on top of the three she would earn by way of salary and accrued bonus, profit shares and share options.
"Quite a combination of new customers really, the British aristocracy and the fucking Mafia" Warren said standing rather too close to her for business purposes.
She smiled and said. "Yes that's true" but didn't move away.
"And it wasn't just the way that you fucked them that won the business it was your other attributes as well you know."
"I would hope so" Michy said watching Warren's hand move up and cup her full breast inside her black suit jacket and outside her white cotton, button up blouse.
Soon after being appointed to the job Michaela had managed to make contact with Lord Dempsy. Warren knew the family and had brought her to New York to brief her. He had explained to her that to persuade obscenely rich individuals to change their wealth management needed more than mere investment skills.
"Any fucking bank Goldman's, Morgan, JP and the big European bastards can get the same returns for the pricks" he had told her as they had sat side by side on his black, six seater settee.
"To win big at this job Michy" Warren had said. "We need more than just the investment geeks we need great sales people. We need people who can make a difference, be extra persuasive and you are one of those people" he had gone on, shuffling along the sofa so they were close together.
He had explained that it was getting to know the fuckwits and getting really close to them that makes that difference.
"Yes I realise that" Michy had gulped.
