This is the fourth part of Laura's story. Her 'Fall' will end in part five.
I recommend that you read them in sequence.
Please let me know what you think.
Prologue
I studied English at a redbrick university, got a good degree, and landed a job with a small but prestigious literary publishing house in London. Things did not go as I had wanted. The job sucked and I ended up changing direction.
I think of it as 'my fall from grace', which sounds as if I regret what happened. I don't. I enjoyed the journey and the people I met along the way.
Apology offered
Stella, my boss, asked me to visit her at her home, a luxury apartment in the West End of London. It was a briefing for an assignment. But this was different, my first private meeting.
Until now all my jobs for her had been in group settings, with other people present. This was to be a one-to-one meeting with a client, away from our usual venues. She had told me at our initial interview that there would be jobs like this so I was not surprised.
"The client's name is David, you met him recently when he arranged a party for those two ridiculous Germans."
I smiled at the memory of the man with the tiny penis and his insatiable companion. I recalled too the tall, polite Englishman who had not joined in the antics but had ended up naked with Stella. That encounter still puzzled me.
"The proposal is for you and him to meet at a nice restaurant and go back to his place afterwards. Normally I require clients to take girls to hotels, but I have known David for many years, and other members of the team have visited his home.
"Are you OK with doing that too?"
I told her that I was, and she gave me the details of when and where.
The prospect of a private meeting had me both excited and nervous. I realised that I could not arrive at a restaurant in my usual work garb of nothing, I needed suitable clothes.
Anna helped me choose a lovely evening dress - dark blue, simple design, strapless - and sexy underwear, plus shoes with higher heels than I was used to. The cost was eye-watering, but I saw it as an investment for future dates.
The heels were a nightmare. Anna had me wearing them around the flat to get used to them; all that seemed to achieve was sore feet. When I reached the restaurant, the driver had to help me get out of the car.
David was already seated at a quiet table in the corner. A bottle of champagne in a bucket at his side. We exchanged brief kisses on the cheek, he helped me to my seat, and a waiter opened the bottle.
"Laura, thank you so much for coming this evening. Stella tells me that you have been a great addition to the team. I like to meet all her best girls, so I wanted to meet you too, especially after the other evening.
"I want to apologise about Hans and Liezl, he had warned me that she could be quite demanding, but I did not understand quite what that might mean."
"Please don't worry," I replied, "She was hard to satisfy but it did not involve anything I had not done before.
I blushed, remembering the strap-on, "Well, apart from the DP, that is."
He smiled, "You looked so serious when you were doing that."
"Client pleasure is important!"
Anna had advised me to match the client's choice of food - no issue with breath - and not drink too much. We ate a light meal, salad starter, poached fish for the main, and shared a chocolate mousse for dessert. The champagne was replaced by a delicate white wine. One out of two wasn't bad, I thought.
David was a good conversationalist with a warm, easy laugh. We spoke about our backgrounds, the places he had visited, current affairs, and so on.
Anna's advice had included a warning not to ask prying questions, but there was one that I could not resist.
"I hope you don't mind me asking this. Stella told me that she had known you a long time, but not how you met."
He smiled, "It's no great secret. We met at university about 20 years ago. Same course, same year. We even went out together for a while. Afterwards, we kept in touch."
"She was such a serious student, a serious person, that we all expected her to end up running a big company or being in Parliament, something like that.
"Running an escort agency was definitely not what any of us imagined her doing, not least Stella herself. I can't tell you how it happened because she never told me."
"That explains why you two were so comfortable together the other night. I have never seen her naked with a guest before, not even close."
David grinned, "We do occasionally get together for old times' sake, but Sunny is the love of her life."
I didn't tell him that was new information. I had wondered about their relationship but never seen any hint of intimacy between them.
Back at David's flat, he offered me more champagne, but I declined as I had drunk too much already. Taking off my heels was all the luxury that I needed at that moment.
He stood in front of me, gently kissing my mouth whilst his hands undid my dress, which fell to the floor, pooling around my ankles. He stood back to admire my underwear.
"Very classy. But I expected nothing less. You truly are a beautiful woman."
I grinned, "Not bad for a farm girl from
Ireland, eh?"
David undressed himself, then removed my bra and panties, leaving only the hold-up stockings. It was the first chance I had had for a good look at his body, and I liked what I saw, including his penis, which was starting to show an interest in proceedings.
He picked me up and laid me on the bed. He kissed me passionately on the lips and then his tongue pushed inside my mouth.
Ever so slowly he worked his way down my body licking, kissing, and nibbling as he went. Neck, breasts, nipples, tummy button; no part was left unattended. Finally, of course, he reached my pussy. I felt his hot breath on my clit for what seemed like an age before the tip of his tongue made contact.
This man knew what he was doing. Fingers, lips, and tongue all played a part as he teased and explored me. Leading to several orgasms as he played me like a master musician with their chosen instrument.
I don't know how much time passed before he entered me, slamming home his cock in my willing passage. It was probably the best fuck of my life so far. There was something about David that really turned me on. After he came too, we both fell asleep instantly.
The next morning, I woke him with a blow job as sensual as I could make it. I wanted to please him with all my heart. Nobody had ever made me feel quite like this.
Later that day Stella called me to say that David had given some very good feedback on me. I glowed.
Massage training
I was back at the typical London semi-detached house where Mel and Sue, the couple teaching me sensual massage lived. Sue answered the door, wrapped in a sarong, and pulled me in for the special hug that they use. It had felt strange at first, rather awkward, but I loved it now. She led me upstairs to the huge bathroom they had created.
"Today, you are going to be massaging me. So, get ready and meet me downstairs."
I had a quick shower, not that I needed one, and put on the sarong she had left for me. They were both waiting in the front room. I hugged Mel and then asked Sue to stand with her eyes closed. As best I could remember I followed the undressing ritual that they had taught me.
I made long, slow, sweeping motions from her head to her feet, which I repeated several times then I stood behind her, giving a hug with one arm above, and another below her breasts. Then I walked around her, my fingers lightly touching her body beginning at shoulder level. With each step, my touch moved lower to create a spiral effect. At one point I undid my sarong letting it fall to the floor; a few revolutions later I released hers too. Finally, I knelt before her in a gesture of humility and admiration.
Doing that with a client seemed unlikely, but it certainly helped me relax and clear my mind.
I guided Sue to the massage bed where she lay down on her front. I covered her with her sarong, which I slowly pulled off her, from shoulders to feet, doing my best to ensure that the tasselled ends tickled her between her legs.
Mel motioned for me to stand by Sue's side placing a hand at the top and bottom of her spine. I realised that these were the same points as touched during the hug. After a minute I lifted each of her feet and shook her leg to loosen them completely.
Now the massage began properly. I spread oil on her body working from the feet up to her waist. I repeated each stroke three times, allowing my fingers to come closer to her pussy each time. Then I switched to neck down to arse, dribbling some oil in the gap at the top of her cheeks and chasing it down. Mel stood on the opposite side of the bed, giving me silent instructions and feedback with his hands.
When Sue flipped over, I started again with her feet and worked upwards to her waist, then down from her neck. I paid particular attention to her breasts, slowly spiralling my hands inwards towards her nipples and then tweaking and swirling them.
At last, I was ready to work on her groin. I eased myself into a seated position directly in front of her, carefully placing each of her legs over mine leaving her wide open to my touch.
As she and Mel had demonstrated I took plenty of time to gently squeeze and pull her labia, to make figure of 8 strokes around her clit, and then push a finger inside her, then two, and finally three. Judging by Sue's response I was doing something right.
Mel signalled that it was time to finish. I dismounted from the bed and stood by the side. My hands on her chest and her pussy, mirroring the touches on her spine at the start. The last step was to spread a sarong over her. We stepped away so that Mel could give me some feedback.
"Well done, that was very good for your first attempt. The difficult thing when you begin is getting the timing right - not too rushed, not too slow - if you have a set length for the massage.
"Go and get changed."
Punishment declined
Stella called me with a new assignment, a private meeting with a man and a woman.
"I understand that you know him: Ben Moreton. Is this appointment a problem?"
I thought for a moment, "No, I have already had sex with him, and made my peace with having met somebody that knew before. It's OK."
Two nights later I met them in the bar of a hotel near St. Pancras station. I had guessed the woman would be Brenda, and I was right. She looked nervous as I walked over to their table. I kissed them both as if they were old friends.
A waiter swooped in to take my order for a G&T.
We exchanged office gossip while we sipped our drinks. When Ben went off to the toilet Brenda turned to me. "I'm so sorry about this. It's all Ben's idea of course. I think you know that your exit interview caused a bit of a stir but brought him and me together so I can't complain. I don't know what he's trying to prove with this evening."
"I don't know either but let's agree that we have each other's back, whatever happens."
She nodded her agreement just as Ben returned.
"Well ladies, shall we?" he boomed. He probably wanted everyone there to notice him escorting two women from the room.
Upstairs he commanded us to undress each other, Brenda and I exchanged glances to check that we were happy with that. We were. I stepped towards her, turning so that she could unzip my frock.
"My bra" I whispered to her.
"Now me," she said.
I helped her out of her dress, unclipped her bra, and then knelt to slip her knickers down. She returned the favour. Now we were both naked apart from stockings, black for me, white for Brenda.
