Bishop Takes Knight - Knight takes Bishop
Part Two
The sleek dark limousine headed west through the streets of Southwark, London with the streetlights shining on its clean black body; a posh swanky get-away in a posh swanky city. The evening was late if you'd just gotten off from work on a Friday.
It was still quite young if you were up for a Friday night out on the town.
Both cases happened to be true for the three intrepid commuters in the back.
Annette Bishop relaxed in the rear of the limo with Brad Knight sitting between her and Shelby Merryweather. Brad for his part was struck by the surreal nature of all that had happened so far that evening. The after-hours marathon of sexual escapades up in the office with the two women had been straight out of a delightfully smutty paperback but the limousine was like something out of a Kubrick film for him. It was as if that odd Freudian dream from just a few weeks before was not quite through with him and the lines between fantasy and reality were blurred once more.
As he'd stepped into the luxurious dark sedan, he looked intently at the tall slender driver as he held the door open for the three. He'd remembered the limo driver from the dream with the zippered mouth, the blind unseeing eyes, and the strange affectations. This fellow had none of that. After the driver had closed the door and moved around to the front seat, Brad spoke to him.
"You wouldn't happen to be named Edwin would you?" he said, remembering the dream and speaking with a touch of self-irony.
"No," the driver answered as he began to pull out, "sorry but the name is Anthony."
"Tony is a gem of a driver," Annette commented happily as she began passing glasses to Brad and Shelby from the bar, "he's an absolute Godsend, aren't you Tony!"
"If you say so Ma'am," Tony answered back cordially, "where to?"
"Home first and then back out," Annette answered, "I'm itchy to shake this bum of mine.... but first I want to get different set of rags on it!"
"Very good Ma'am," he replied over his shoulder, "I'll have you home shortly. You'll have just enough time for a drink in the back...I restocked the bar with your favorite." He then turned his attention to the traffic and put up the partition between him and the three passengers to afford them more privacy.
"As I said earlier," Annette commented to Brad as she fished around in the bar, " Tony is a Godsend! He always gets me where I need to be and he's rather...discrete, (never sees or says anything)!" That sounded familiar to Brad who'd figured he'd already been here before in a distinctly separate level of consciousness. He looked at the floor of the car just to be certain it didn't open up and pull him straight down.
"I take it my presence here is
unnoticed
?" Brad asked.
"Yes," Annette said, "MI-6 over by Vauxhall Bridge is freer with than their secrets than him and there's a good reason for it,"
"Tony is well paid," Shelby interrupted, "and Annette sees to it that from time to time that his cock is well-sucked!"
"Yessss," said Annette looking across Brad and over to Shelby with mild annoyance at the cheeky little comment, "everyone gets what's coming to them in the end to keep it all moving along smoothly." Annette's hand found what she was looking for and she held it aloft triumphantly.
"Ah here we are!" she announced merrily waving the bottle for Brad and Shelby to see, " Highland Park Eighteen-Year Old Single Malt. Y'see Shelby?" Annette continued wishing to provide a bit of a lesson," I take care of the driver every now and again....."
"AND HE," Shelby interrupted with the same fearless impertinence she'd shown before, "keeps you supplied with fresh smooth eighteen-year olds that are rather chill, yes?" Annette wrinkled her nose with a scowl of mock contempt and tossed the bottle of smoky gold with its characteristic black and red label to the smug young woman saying,
"Such CHEEK girl! You barely deserve me spoiling you so my little brat! Get this bottle open and pour the three of us a drink!" As the girl fumbled with the bottle Annette fumbled at Brad's belt zipper and trousers.
Annette began to wank him. He was presently flaccid but soon she'd transformed that sad slumbering penis of his straight into to a brand spanking new erection; complete with coursing blood and pulsing tissue. Brad glanced around out the sides of the car and then remembered the limo's windows were black as pitch. Nobody was going to see in. When the bosses' free hand held a full glass (and she saw that Brad and Shelby both had theirs), she gave a new task to her young female apprentice.
Annette could have done many things now to the hard cock she'd sculpted from soft flesh in her hand. Many things. She opted for something.... different. Up until now, she'd been too close to things to really see them in their entirety. She wanted to watch this lovely man with someone else and see his reaction to the touch of another woman, plus her cheeky little kitten Shelby was forgetting things and being saucy; would need to provide that bum of hers with a good straightening out lest she forget just who was kitten and who was mistress. Yesssss,
she liked the wickedly naughty idea that was fermenting in the fertile rot of her libido; just sit back for a minute Annette she told herself, sip that drink and .....
"Alright girl," she said, "get down between his knees and let's see if you can do something with that ill-mannered un-couth little mouth of yours besides testing me with it!" Annette's clit tingled as she said this. This was a lovely little duet the mistress and kitten played. Shelby would play then insolent and unruly pet and Annette would "put things in order." Shelby loved a good "straightening out," from her boss-lady.
This was not new behavior for the pair; they even executed these power games at meetings in the workplace before stunned colleagues and coworkers, (who were absolutely bewildered that this young woman could quite vocally disagree with that cast-iron-corseted bitch Annette in front of everyone)! They were certain that she was either one cunt hair away from being fired, or that Shelby's skills as an advisor were so valued by the boss-bitch that she could tell the empress when she had no clothes and not be sent packing without references!
What they commonly saw after such public disagreements by Shelby was that the two women would sequester themselves in Annette's office with the door locked and the shades drawn (and when those shades were drawn NOBODY dared knock on that door). What people didn't know was that things would then move to the intern office of to the side (sound-proof and completely windowless), for an all-out lip-sucking, nipple-chewing, finger-fucking, DOM-SUB lesbian romp where frustrations, differences of opinion were "had-out." Similar events had occurred at Annette's flat on the West End; well after hours (and with the maid discretely "seeing and hearing nothing"). In either case, the two would emerge at the end of things, happy and cordial as ever, but with bonds between mistress and bratty kitten firmly in place if not reinforced.
Now Annette stared at her like a stern school headmistress, coolly reviewing a wayward girl who'd been brought to the office for some gross infraction of the rules. It was a battle of wills that made both their clits twitch and rush with blood. She snapped a finger at her smug little brat and pointed to Brad's falling and rising cock, uttering an ever so simple but forceful............ "MOVE."
Shelby, always the happy little minx who was eager to please; smiled coquettishly back at her mentor as if saying
BUT WHAT DID I DO?
She knew what she'd done; they both did and both fucking loved it! She stuck her tongue out at possibly the most powerful woman EVER at Praetorian Group before getting on her knee's down between Brad's legs; his trousers already down around his shoes. The brat's mouth went to work on his cock.
Brad laid back against the headrest and tuned out the world outside windows as Shelby throated him. He took a sip of his whiskey and the young woman handed him up her glass so as not to spill on the plush interior of the sedan. Always the gentleman (even when getting head from a co-worker and colleague), Brad held the young lady's drink for her while she impaled her tonsils upon his veiny throbber. Annette watched;
happy that both of her cubs were getting along so famously!
She was beginning to feel what she commonly referred to as
"the burn."
"Need you to cum again Brad," Annette said to him, "we have quite a night ahead of us and I don't want that piece of yours spouting too soon! It's always best to start the night off with an empty set of balls!" Brad nodded and took another sip. He realized he'd actually drunk from Shelby's glass by mistake but no matter, such formalities and points of order had apparently been cast aside!
"Welcome to the club Brad!" said Shelby who'd suddenly come up for air to take a sip of her own scotch before going back down with her pretty little head on his cock.
"Welcome indeed," said Annette. She kissed Brad deeply on the mouth and placed her hand atop the girl's head to grip her firmly by the hair; wanking him with Shelby's naughty little noggin as they rode through the night.
The limousine headed west through the streets of Southwark, London. Traffic was relatively light and didn't really pick up until the car turned south; leaving the Shard Office Building far behind in the distance. A traffic accident had forced Tony to take an alternate route and the car turned west again before it began a zig-zag course through the streets until several minutes' later Lambeth Bridge and the Thames River loomed ahead. Tony smiled with the satisfaction of knowing he was back on the desired course. In the back of the car Annette looked down at Shelby's head, bobbing for "boy-gasms" stored somewhere up in Brad's loins. She smiled as she was confident that she too was on the most desirable of courses as well!
The limo crossed the Thames and left the Lambeth Bridge behind, turning north heading further west. Traffic had slowed its pace as several red double-decker buses now impeded blocked the way. Brad couldn't have cared in the least. Shelby was being her typical perky "go-getter self" down there and he marveled at how such a small little head could handle such a profoundly generous male member!
