The Devil in Brigit
Jamie loved his life, his job and the way that everything had worked out for him since he had left college. True, he hadn't excelled academically, developed any great technical skills or could say that he was clever with his hands in a practical way but none of that mattered for his future was set and he didn't need many qualifications to succeed at what he loved doing, that is, managing his mother's bed and breakfast business.
The family hotel, located in the Peak District, was regarded as being 'his mother's business' inasmuch as his father, who had established the concern, had disappeared many years ago. Rumours had it that he had fallen foul of the law and had emigrated to avoid the consequences; other tales said that he had simply died; another story overheard by Jamie was that his father had run off with another woman ... or was it the other way around, that his mother had a habit of cuckolding his father with male guests and his father got fed up with being made to look a fool and had left?
Whatever the reason, the consequence for Jamie was that his muddle-headed mother had been left to pick up the pieces and she hated it, she was never cut-out to run anything let alone something which had the complexities required to take care of other people's needs (other than fucking them, if the rumours were to be believed!). However, given there were bank loans to be repaid, a mortgage to be serviced and also a certain standard of living to be maintained, she did the best she could. The gratitude she held towards Jamie when he made the seamless transition from college graduate into a competent manager of the business was boundless.
She was relieved that he had so willingly picked up the mantle of the role and was soon confident enough to leave him alone to run things the way he wanted which suited Jamie very well. Thereafter she had very little input as to how things were done and would only occasionally make suggestions as to improvements. One such suggestion she made was that they could do with employing someone to assist with the domestic tasks around the place.
Jamie agreed.
Mother knew of someone who would fit the bill.
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Jamie had been both bemused and intrigued by Brigit ever since it had been suggested by his mother that assistance was needed in the family-run bed and breakfast hotel. She had arrived unannounced under suspicious circumstances, Jamie thought, but all that he had managed to glean was that there had been 'a bit of unpleasantness' back in her native Ireland and, mother, a distant relative to Brigit's mother, had agreed that she could travel to England and have somewhere to stay so as to avoid matters 'back home' becoming more of a scandal.
When she wasn't working as a maid around the hotel she would keep pretty much to herself in the room that mother had provided on the top floor or she would be off to the church in the nearby village where she attended Mass or, it was thought, she was helping out in parish matters and generally being a good catholic girl. One way or another, although she lived with them, he didn't see too much of her and his contacts were normally limited to providing her with clean bedding from the laundry room, 'his store', and for him sort out the recycling from the rubbish she had gathered from the rooms she cleaned.
Since she had been there she had never initiated a conversation although he noticed that she had often been looking at him as he went about his work so perhaps, he thought, she was just overcome with shyness at being in a strange land. The other thing that he noticed (and she had no idea that he was looking) was how when she tended to the laundry that she would stand close against the top corner of the washing machine when it clicked onto the spin cycle. As the old machine vibrated and bounced on the floor Brigit would be positioning herself just so and the smooth corner was undoubtedly providing similar sensations that she enjoyed from her fingers when she was alone in her room. Not that Jamie had any evidence for her room was one which he was unable to spy on, not like the other guest accommodations which backed onto the passageway leading from his laundry store. (More about that in another story!)
For his part he was unsure whether to pursue the acquaintance beyond the limited times that their work together present. There was no doubting that she had a certain attraction and a body that deserved much closer attention. He guessed that she must a couple of years older than himself, maybe early 20s. She had short dark, no, black hair, now he looked closer, and breasts which seemed to be unnaturally restrained in her white nylon overall to the extent that she was unable to properly button the housecoat. There was a swell to her hips which the normally shapeless overall only accentuated and it was clear that she wore very little beneath the working garment and there were times when her nipples were distinctly pressing through the thin layer. He liked that.
If she was aware of what was going through his mind as she fleetingly passed by then she didn't show it. Jamie didn't press for closer contact but nevertheless he had begun to include her in his many fantasies and, no wonder, for the cleavage she displayed only confirmed to him that her breasts must be aching to be stroked and caressed by his busy fingers. As for her fanny, he had to use his imagination to a greater extent but given the sights he had enjoyed as he watched her pressed against the washing machine he had no trouble bringing a few examples to mind as he mentally undressed her.
Just lately, as if in answer to his unspoken thoughts, his opportunities to examine her began to increase for she had begun to linger when collecting sheets and pillow-cases. Her reasons for doing so confused him at first for she never had much in the way of conversation and he had only ever heard her mumble the odd good morning or such whenever they passed. But now she had taken it into her mind to ask him odd questions about such things as his belief in Heaven, Hell and the Devil and other such things.
At first he didn't take too much notice mainly because he didn't understand the questions and then again as his own family didn't hold particularly strong religious views his exposure to the whole concept of a greater God and all that other stuff hadn't had a strong field in which to develop. Whether she sensed this, he was unsure, but recently her persistence had developed to the extent that he almost began to dread the moments when he had to spend the odd few minutes with her such was the intensity of her inquisition and he never knew what to say. However, he was prepared to suffer for it gave him the opportunity to give those magnificent breasts a lingering look for she seemed totally unaware of the focus of his attention as she stood in front of him.
After a while he began to suspect that it was in recognition of his ignorance that she had become so persistent and perhaps she felt she was on some kind of missionary duty to save his lost soul. However, knowing her to be not too bright he felt that was unlikely as she never seemed to be able to get beyond the Devil and Hell queries and her grasp of other aspects of the faith seemed to be a bit hazy when he had inadvertently responded in what he thought was an innocent fashion. Given the limited extent of her knowledge he began to relax and to accept what his mother had advised, that she was a little lacking in intellect but was a nice girl who needed a bit of company and understanding to get her through some past trauma, which is why she is here.
It was then that he began to suspect that it was this preoccupation with the Devil and Hell that might be part of her problem and remembering what his mother had said about being considerate he asked her to explain what exactly it was he should be concerned about. She was almost began to cry with relief that at last, after so many attempts at getting him to respond in what she regarded as a positive way, he had asked the right sort of question.
"You're a strong, young boy," she said in her soft Irish brogue "and I know what happens to young boys as they grow into men and how the Devil takes possession of their thoughts. My priest explained it all to me."
Jamie was felt somewhat uncomfortable with her direct manner which seemed totally at odds with what he had previously experienced in her company. She continued, "Have you reached an age where you suffer from the manifestation of his works? Are you troubled by lewd thoughts?"
He was taken aback by the question mainly because he neither understood what she was talking about in a general sense or because she was using words which were out of the range of her normal vocabulary. Guardedly he said that he didn't think so and that he tried to be good, especially to animals. This response didn't entirely satisfy her and she persisted. "Do you not have to hide yourself away and purge yourself of his evil because he has entered your body and caused unnatural changes." Again Jamie was unsure of what she was specifically talking about but felt that there was no harm in inviting her to explain. With no hesitation whatever she continued.
