"My claim had never been publicly disputed."
"Then it's totally defensible. You have style Mrs Finch-Lynn."
"Call me Nicci Tom. You are here to revive my personal fortunes. I am facing the loss of the thick end of $2 million invested in a car company that was supposed to return me 15% per annum on my seeding funding but the cars are not selling."
"I see. How many cars does the company need to sell for you to take your money out?"
"Three hundred. That is stated in my contract."
"Have they 300 to sell."
"They have 700 stored in eleven warehouses in New Jersey."
"All pristine new and value for money?"
"Absolutely. I have a photo of five of the cars in our company showroom. Follow me."
They walked up the curving staircase in the center of the magnificent apartment with its white and gold décor to the master bedroom – well judging by the quarter-acre size bed Tom assumed it was the master bedroom.
"Wait here," Nicci said. Tom noticed she locked the door and checked that it was locked.
She went into the dressing room and returned with a photo and smelling as if she'd dunked in her perfume bottle and all the buttons down the front of her top were now undone. Tom thought this was peculiar behavior for a maiden. Not that he had much time to think because Nicci grabbed him and said, "Take me."
Stalling for time, Tom looked at the cute Australian and croaked, "Where, to the car showroom?"
"No you fool," Nicci said and with the expertise of a hooker had him unzipped and pulled out and was down on her knees before he'd had time to blink twice. She looked up and he brushed aside her hair so she could see him.
"I agree to being charged by your agency for this work I want you to do for me. Take the paper clipped to the photo. It has the address of the premises and the name of your contact, chief executive Ruben Hall. Now, where was I?"
Tom felt one of his balls slide into Nicci's mouth before he could say where she was. He thought he shouldn't distract her from the job in hand... and mouth.
Nicci turned out to be next to useless at fellatio – she failed to ignite Tom and herself. But she fell back on to the bed and didn't mind at all Tom slobbering over her big juicies (tits). That was a change; most women carry on as if they'd been hosed with semen all over their best clothes.
It became more interesting when Nicci slid on to the floor, resting on her shoulders and facing Tom, leaving him to stare at a large and a much smaller hole without a hair in sight. But she then spoilt it by yawning before saying, "Take your pick." Fortunately Tom made the right choice and when he sent a wet finger tentatively exploring, Nicci yelled in delight – "An ass fuck. Oh how wonderful!" Now everyone in the house and in apartments beyond would know what Tom was doing to Nicci Finch-Lynn.
An hour later after carrying Nicci to the shower and propping her up to soak, Tom dressed and let himself out thinking the wives of rich men actually did have a role to fill in this world. He felt sated.
The half-page ad ran in two Sunday newspapers. It showed a woman luridly dressed and obviously a hooker behind the wheel of one of The Small Car Company's cars:
'Darlings, these cars are beautiful for driving around Manhattan as they are so small and nippy and can park virtually on top of a parking meter or you can take yours into the store with you if that's allowed. Loaded to the roof with shopping they look great and all women wave at you with big smiles. The kids turn their noses down at them, and that's a real plus. Think about it! Dad has to take them to sport and parties and bigger kids borrow his car. If you don't have a car because you don't have off-street parking then these cars are just right for you – you simply replace the cat with one of these cars and still have plenty of room in your lounge. They only come in four colors so choosing a color should take no more than a day. Men think their legs are too long for them, even short men with large egos think that. But when you entice one into your baby car darling, I'm telling you... he's yours for the duration. How long does it take you darling? It doesn't matter; the comfort is such you might chose to take all week. They are great for toilet stops – you just drive straight in, if that's allowed. Finally darlings, the problem of rising fuel prices. Siphon a pint of gas from your lover or husband's car with his implied consent and you can happily motor for... well all month if you keep the car parked sufficiently. Oh, another thing. These cars have real personality. I call mine Giggles because the short-legged men who want to ride with me believe in the theory of the Big Bang and when I talk about it they giggle in nervous anticipation and I'm not taking about my bad driving here. Get your Little Car today or tomorrow at the latest, won't you darling. Happy giggling.'
TV that Sunday evening showed lines of women blocking the street outside The Little Car Company waiting patiently to buy a new car. The TV reporter presenting the item wiped away tears. "The rush produced a sell-out of these darling wee cars with their huge personality. Some of the waiting women I interviewed were dubious about the car being great for sex or for carting anything much larger than a cake-mixer but they all seemed desperate to get their hands on a car the kids wouldn't be keen to ride in and certainly would turn their noses up at the thought of borrowing it. The only gripe appeared to be the color range restricted to four colors. Most women I spoke to want anywhere from forty to one hundred color choices. I agree. I'm on the six weeks waiting list to get my car. That should be ample time to decide which of the four colors I prefer."
Nicci took Tom to dinner after celebrating with a Big Bang. "Darling can you suggest an enterprising way in which I could invest this almost $2 million and make oodles of money?"
Tom's head whirled like a computer hard drive and he smiled because Nicci had just wet his fingers.
"Yeah, you buy a 70% share of a large car painting business in New Jersey and we'll look after the advertising for you. You change the name of the company signage to Nicci's Paint Shop for Changing the Color of Women's Cars."
"Oh darling, I do believe that will be a sensational success and my business will have many satisfied clients back for repeat business as color preferences do change seasonally and with fashion. Fingers back please darling – I'm burning in excitement and must go again."
Tom went home alone from the restaurant because a chauffeured car arrived to take Nicci somewhere else to join her husband. He arrived in a happy mood and looking around at his small dwelling though he was happy enough to stay there.
Happy enough? Well he could well afford to upgrade two or three levels. He was becoming well heeled. That made him think he'd salt away even more money if he stayed put. It was just that the thought at the back of his mind was he'd not like to bring a woman like Nicci back to his abode. Then what was he doing in the company of a woman like Nicci?
Indeed.
Tom called Julie. No she was too busy to go out with him between now and the wedding but he could come around for the occasional meal if he wanted to do that.
Was that an invitation or was it what? A brush-off?
"Is that a brush off?"
"No, whatever gave you that idea?"
"You said you were too busy to go out with me and the mention of going around for a meal was lukewarm, scarcely an invitation."
"I'm under pressure at school what with my recital and attempting to lift my marks. I have decided to become a college music teacher, so high marks will be vital in competing for jobs."
"You hadn't explained the pressure you were under."
"I didn't believe you were interested. Please come to dinner on Saturday night. Some of the family will be there – they might all come if told you'll be there."
"Thank you, I accept your kind invitation."
"Oooh, that sounds rather gentlemanly for you. Bye – 7 o'clock, I'll tell mom now."
Rather gentlemanly for you? The little bitch, Tom grinned thinking the artistic academic was rather up herself. He pulled out a beer and sat staring at the blank TV screen thinking.
"Where was his life going? He'd withdrawn from the opportunity to advance into an executive position at work and in all probability, although without academic qualifications, would be invited to become a partner if one of the present three left. Most likely it would be Shona and perhaps soon. He was also in fucking other men's wives.
Tom sighed and turned that into a smile. Well he'd come a long way since coming to New York, leaving behind an empty life completely without a future in sight and becoming a seasoned expert at finding jobs and then being fired, not always being his fault as some of those jobs had been described as short term positions. But boiled down the real difference between Texas and New York was he now had a steady job paying big money.
What this what he wanted? Tom thought no, not being alone in a tiny apartment. Perhaps he would be better off in a serviced apartment with maids to fuck? He supposed such apartments existed but he'd never seen any advertised with bed service provided.
Well money, a comfortable bed and a good fuck pretty much summed up what he wanted out of life. But really he hadn't thought much beyond that, had he? Not like cousin Jane and now Julie who were committed to achieving their planned future. Women like that would not plan to have a Tom Briscoe in their life.
Hmmm. He really needed to find a woman happy in her work who liked fucking and would never nag at him or try to tell him what to do. Perfect. He would then marry her and they would have a couple of kids out of the city where they could go hunting and fishing and sit in bars and yarn.
He grinned. That really would be the perfect woman... and who would be minding the kids? God he was a no-hoper. Tom pulled out his guitar and sung himself almost to sleep before staggering off to bed. He thought of Nicci, his cum leaking out of her mouth as she sucked him. He'd never seen a woman in that position looking so happy. Tom reached out for her but found the bed beside him empty.
He sighed, sleepily.
Tom had thought something would come along but hadn't expected it to happen so quickly. Jane called. They talked like excited kids and arranged to meet for lunch that day.
