Big Rachel Takes Charge Pt 01

This is a work of fiction, and all people named in the story are purely fictional.

CHAPTER 1 THE ENCOUNTER

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Tom was at a very high point in his life right now, and it was about time, he thought to himself. He hadn't been a particularly clever kid at school, but he had hung on, done his best, and finally managed to pass his A levels and his technical certificate. At the age of 24, after a few temporary jobs, he had just secured himself a permanent contract with a small company based in London. Nothing too glamorous, just after-sales sort of work, really. But still it was a proper full-time job, more than he could say for most of his mates back in Yorkshire. He would be returning to see them on occasion, of course, as well as his family. But not too often probably, perhaps once a month or so. He didn't want to disperse himself too much, because he felt this London life really was a new start for him. The chance to make some new friends, climb up the social ladder via his work, and perhaps even find his future wife, even if that sort of talk sounded a bit old-fashioned these days.

Because, in spite of his young age, Tom truly was an old-fashioned type of bloke. Not the kind who really flirted or messed around with girls that much. Of course he had been in a couple of relationships but had each time finished by putting an end to them when he felt the girl was too silly or not serious enough about the commitment. To the outside world, Tom guest that he probably seemed like a very average Joe. But, to be honest, he didn't really care what people thought of him. Anyway, in his own mindset, a girl was a girl, a boy, a boy, and a relationship a serious matter. He liked to keep things simple and rather straightforward in his life. Having said all this, he obviously had other things to bother about than dating just now.

For, in spite of all the excitement it procured him, moving away from the countryside to a city like London had some drawbacks. And the biggest one was probably the cost of living, even out in the suburbs. A mate of his was leaving a place vacant just at the time he arrived, so he was lucky. But still, there was absolutely no way he could pay the rent on his own, so he had gotten himself organized to quickly finding a flatmate through a small ad he placed on the internet. With the countless number of young (or not so young) people in a similar situation to his own, it was needless to say that candidates just came pouring in. So, he was rapidly meeting with 2 or 3 of them a day.

Why Tom had finally picked Rachel, amongst all the people he interviewed, was not for what would have appeared to be the most obvious reason. Of course she was very pretty, quite stunning even, but what had really attracted Tom was simply her tomboyish, earthy, and straightforward kind of nature. She was the kind of girl you just felt immediately at home with. Well, at least he did. At the age of 24, she was a tall, dark brunette with short hair, an athletic body, large breasts, wide hips, a big butt and an angelic face, accompanied by a great smile and, most of all, what appeared to be a fantastic attitude to life. With her self-assured and outgoing personality, she seemed like the sort of person who knew her way around the world, and almost certainly around London. And that was exactly the kind of friend young Tom felt he needed at this point. A pragmatic, streetwise, and completely down-to-earth girl next door (literally speaking now), he could rely on to help him find his bearings in a big new city.

On top of that, Rachel appeared to have a highly responsible and lucrative job, in the field of marketing or something like that. Anyway, a job that paid much better than his own. So, she would have no problem in settling the rent on time. She could even have easily afforded to rent her own place. But, as she explained to him, despite being a Londoner by birth and at heart, she was the kind of globetrotter who was always on the move in her life. Having just returned from a two-year contract in the U.S, she was now perhaps planning on going to Australia in a year or so. Anyway, that still left plenty of time for them to get to know each other a bit better.

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After a couple of weeks of sharing the flat, it turned out that Rachel was indeed a very tomboyish and easygoing sort of girl. Tom really felt they got on like house on fire. Not to mention he soon found out they shared quite a few interests, mainly in the fields of sports and computers, and therefore spent many evenings simply chatting to each other in the flat. On a few occasions, they even went out together to see a football match, a car show, or a movie. Rachel seemed to be curious about everything and possessed a wide knowledge of all sorts of stuff. She had definitively been around the world, both in the literal and figurative sense of the word, but was never big- headed about any of it. She was very much just one of the lads: a T-shirt and jeans sort of gal, with a strong, super-confident personality and tons of energy, who always seemed to be in a positive mood.

One of the lads for sure, but always strangely by herself, in Tom's opinion. Even if she appeared to be very social and outgoing, Rachel also seemed to be a loner in some aspects. For their entire first month spent as flatmates, he realized he had never met any of her friends. But it's true that she seemed to work long hours, always leaving the flat early and returning rather late. She was possibly too tired to do much else. Not to mention she was often outside and busy on weekends as well. As for her actual relationship status, she told him she was single for the moment but curiously remained rather vague on the subject.

As the days went by, Tom felt the bonding between them was becoming stronger and realized that he was unusually, but almost naturally, confiding pretty personal stuff to his new mate. Amongst other things, he opened up to her about his insecurities in his new job and even over those he had experienced with girls. He told her he presently had a bit of an inferiority complex regarding his colleague Nick, who was much more comfortable than he was in dealing with the customers. He even expressed his embarrassment in only having had two girlfriends in his entire life. And of course he told Rachel he wished he had her coolness and self- confidence, to which she just laughed. It was all a little strange and happening rather fast, in truth. For he was a man, of course, and, in his opinion, men didn't normally talk about their private and intimate stuff to someone they had more or less just met. But Rachel was so friendly and such a good listener that he had felt completely at ease with her. So it had all sort of taken place, almost without him properly noticing.

Rachel was also just as laid-back and tomboyish in her style of life as she was in her personality and her conversation. Quite to Tom's relief, it almost felt like sharing a flat with another bloke in some ways. She was untidy, not too heavy on modesty (he had bumped into her a few times stark naked in the bathroom, without her seeming the slightest bit bothered), and certainly not in any hurry to do the cleaning or the washing up. She very casually left her fag butts in the ashtrays and her bras and socks lying around the place. It had also been no problem at all for her to coolly accredit Tom's belief that she didn't wear knickers. Which surprised him a little, of course, but she was a modern girl after all and not one who made a big deal over much.

Tom tried hard, over this period, to be loyal to his commitment of just keeping Rachel as a friend and not flirting with her, but eventually it just became impossible for him. They simply got on too well, or at least that was the impression he had. But whenever he tried to take things any further, she simply smiled knowingly and smoothly put him back in his place, apparently making no bigger deal of his lust than she did of most things in life. The continuous rejection came as a bit of a shock for Tom, but he soon got over it. He wasn't a kid in a playground anymore, and he had many other things to deal with in his life at the moment. So, after a while, he simply didn't bother anymore. Not to mention that Rachel was out of his league after all and that, possibly, despite all her coolness, she also had her own rules about not becoming too close to your flatmate.

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In any case, Tom's first impression about Rachel being some sort of loner, didn't last for very long.

After about a month or so of fairly quiet cohabitation, Rachel gradually started to invite her mates round to the flat. At first it was only on occasion, but pretty soon they seemed to be spending every other evening there. And quite impressive friends they were: Carla was a magnificent Eurasian former beauty queen and occasional lingerie model who looked like she belonged on a catwalk, and Ella was a tall, pretty, sharp, and talkative blond. Together, the three girls formed a nice diversity of types and origins, but all seemed to share exactly the same energetic, super-confident, and down-to-earth approach to life.

Both of Rachel's best mates behaved in a friendly and easygoing sort of way with Tom. Very similar to Rachel herself in a sense. But he quickly realized they were old mates as well as very close ones. Most of their conversations were fairly private ones, involving people and places he didn't know. So he often felt a bit like an outcast in their company. There was an academic gap as well, for Carla held a Ph.D. and Ella had been to a top business school of some kind. Not to mention that they both worked in high-powered fields he knew nothing about.

As the weeks went by, as well as the feeling that they were sort of squatting in "his" flat (well, he had been there first anyway), it seemed to Tom they were slightly pushing him aside and paying him less and less attention. But he wasn't letting it bother him because he was an easygoing sort of chap, wasn't he? And, after all, he had been in London for two months now and should have really started making friends and getting a life of his own. But he found it harder than expected. The sense of competition that prevailed in his workplace, combined with the slight age gap with most of his colleagues, made it sort of difficult. As for his free time, well, he had probably been focused on Rachel to much. He now realized that had been a mistake, but hey, so what? You have to see the glass half full at times, and wasn't he lucky to have the company of three super hot females in his flat most evenings?

Both Ella and Carla had known Rachel for years, and they could see exactly what she was up to here. All three girls were naturally very dominant, but they all agreed that Rachel was about twice as alive as anyone else. That's why she was Big Rachel" or "Big R" to them. She was the sort of girl who lightened up any room she walked into and could have everyone shut up and listen to her if she chose too.

They also knew she was taking a break from various boyfriends and any kind of emotionally engaging relationships at the moment. But taking a break did not mean she wasn't active with men, of course, and, for the moment, she appeared to be sharing her very busy private schedule between her sissies and her fuckmates. The former being, of course, the most time-consuming.

All three girls were dominatrixes, but unlike the other two, Rachel always liked to make her own sissies before she took care of them. That was something they really admired her for, as well as a skill she mastered to perfection. Afterwards, she would often pass them on to Ella or Carla. Rachel may have lost interest, but a sissy, for as long as he remained one, needed to be looked after and watched out for.

As for Tom, he was, of course, just a very simple country lad from a small town. For him, all terms like Femdom and BDSM evoked in his innocent mind were sort of dark dungeons and remote groups that existed somewhere in a far corner of the internet. No connection at all with the real world, and certainly not with the one he lived in. He, of course, had no idea that such a thing as a girl who was capable of stripping a man of his masculinity even existed. Much less that he was presently sharing his flat with one. In truth, he did not even know that much about modern girls in big cities. As for the kind of girls who cruised the internet, well, in his old- fashioned, patriarchal frame of mind, it was only men who cruised the internet anyway.

On most Friday and Saturday nights, the girls very naturally went out clubbing. None of this was strange, of course as they were just a group of youngsters in their early twenties who liked to work hard and play hard. The only slightly surprising thing was that Rachel had, at first, described herself to Tom as a rather indoors and geeky sort of person. But at this point, he was just beginning to notice that there was often a huge gap, between whatever she said and what she actually did. But why would she have to tell him the truth about anything anyway?

Another gap, of course, was made very prominent whenever Rachel got ready for a night on the town with the girls, and stopped, all of a sudden, being a tomboy. She would almost always wear a short, tight black dress with dark stockings, which made her look unbelievably sexy and absolutely stunning. In fact, the only common trait between her clubbing outfit and her casual everyday clothes was that she never wore knickers. For everything else, it was like moving from girl next door to a high society

femme fatale

in less than two minutes.

4

The first few times the girls had gone out for the night, they had, quite spontaneously, suggested to Tom that he also came along. Why not? he thought to himself. He had been out clubbing many times before in Yorkshire, and he was in good company after all.

But the kind of places the girls went out to were quite different from the countryside nightspots where he had been used to hanging out with his mates. On each occasion they headed towards rather posh, selective clubs in central London, where they always seemed to be on very good terms with the bouncers and would automatically get in for free (including Tom when he accompanied them).

Inside the club, the girls seemed completely at home and always gave off the impression of knowing half the people there. But still, the young man found their behavior sort of unusual in a way he found difficult to explain. It was like there was no coyness in them, but not even that much apparent thrill or excitement. They seemed sort of blasé about it all, like it was business as usual. And, when they looked around the place, they seemed like hunters quietly waiting for their prey. Then, as soon as they had their sights set on the right stud, they would rapidly wrap up the deal and bring him back to their place, in order to fuck his brains out, employing their own terminology. Sometimes this could involve more than one stud at a time. And in Rachel's case, bringing him - or them - back to her own place also meant to Tom's, not that she ever waited for him, of course.

The young boy kept telling himself that none of this was anything special, and that there were probably hundreds of hard-minded, hard-clubbing, young maneaters who never wore knickers, out in London, doing exactly the same thing at the same time. It helped to put things in perspective a little, without completely making him feel comfortable.

After a while, Tom simply stopped going to the clubs with them, feeling there was no real point to it. The girls there were almost all out of his league and paid no attention to him anyway. To put it in a nutshell, he was beginning to feel he just wasn't with the right crowd.

But, his decision to stop, was by no means emulated by Rachel, who would now be constantly bringing men back to the flat, including in the middle of the night. He wasn't naïve, he believed, and having to listen to her bonking away in the room next door was something his mind had perfectly anticipated. But perhaps not with such a big number of different lovers.

One Sunday morning, Tom got up to find Rachel having breakfast with two tall, cheerful and muscular Black men, who both seemed to be around the age of 35. Without having to spell it out, it was pretty clear what had been going on between them all, as his flatmate was comparing their respective achievements bed-wise in a casual and jokey sort of way and, of course, without the slightest bother or embarrassment regarding Tom being present in the discussion --well, in the room anyway. The two Black men hardly said a word but kept exchanging kind of knowing glances with Rachel, and it was obvious to Tom that she had asked them to share her. Having said this, they seemed more than satisfied with how well she had taken care of both of their big cocks at the same time.

"This is little Tom," she finally said to them in a completely relaxed way.

Did she really say little? He briefly asked himself, but then brushed the thought away.

Of course, outside of the disturbance it perhaps caused due to the noise, Rachel's sex life wasn't any of Tom's business. But still, he was feeling a little perplexed. On one level, Rachel was by no means shy and also very straightforward in how she went about her life, but he still felt like she was provoking him. It was like having something rubbed into his face when he hadn't even been able to get a snuggle with her. He was probably overthinking and, at the same time, starting to falter a little. Even more disturbing was the fact that he realized he actually enjoyed being a sort of voyeur and living his sex life vicariously through hers. His rational mind told him he really had to get a girlfriend of his own and stop thinking of Rachel, but, in truth, he was very happy to have her next door.

TO BE CONTINUED