Dunvock House Chapter 6
Alice loved Ethan, not romantically, she loved him like a friend, a friend she liked having sex with because it was their favourite thing to do. She had never understood why sex had to be so special and exclusive and Ethan got that. They liked each other, the sex was good and they were hurting nobody. Jumping out of a cab, and striding briskly towards the private terminal, she was taken quickly through the private security area of London City. She kept her sunglasses on and was allowed to hang onto her coffee despite the restrictions on liquids on flights.
'One rule for regular people, another rule for the super rich,' she thought.
It annoyed her how easily Ethan could conjure up private jets. She wished she could resist the attraction but getting to the arse end of nowhere was impossibly time-consuming using regular methods.
She climbed up the little steps into the twelve seater Gulfstream, saying a more-than cursory 'Hello' to the very attractive male steward, and she took her sunglasses off to give him her best smile.
"Welcome aboard, madam. My name is Leo. We are delighted to have you on this flight to North Connell," he smiled.
He showed her to her seat - the only one occupied on this flight - and showed her how to buckle her belt, the location of the exits and the lifejacket under her seat, before offering her a drink.
"How about a champagne cocktail, Leo?" she suggested, and twisted her head to admire his physique as he turned and walked to the small galley at the rear of the cabin.
He bent over to open the fridge, displaying a perfect arse which she felt certain she would like to see without the tight uniform trousers.
He brought her he cocktail, and she sipped it delicately, licking her lips with her eyes fixed firmly on his.
"Delicious. Thank you Leo. Shall we go?" she requested.
He walked forwards, and she head a conversation through the curtain to the flight deck before he sat back in the crew seat and buckled his belt. They pushed back, and in minutes the plane accelerated along the runaway, before ascending quickly into the clouds.
She had planned to sleep through the flight, but imagining Leo on his knees with his tongue buried in her pussy was very distracting. Looking up, she caught him staring quite openly at her, and as he grinned, she knew that he was thinking something very similar. To distract herself, she opened her laptop and opened the file Ethan had sent her, The floor plan was very traditional for a Scottish shooting lodge. A bit short of en-suite bathrooms but the rooms were mostly large enough to do something about that. The kitchen needed serious investment but the fundamental layout and structural features were good. The flight passed quickly as she made some notes about what he could do to bring the house into the twenty-first century.
The plane began to descend, clouds obscuring any view until they were about 200 feet from the runway. The change in temperature was dramatic compared to London, and she gasped as she got off the plane.
"Ten degrees outside," the pilot informed her.
Leo carried her bag to the foot of the aircraft steps, and handed it to her with a smile.
"Amazing, what a place! Thank you, gentlemen. I shall see you tomorrow," she replied.
"I am anticipating the enormous pleasure of your company, already madam," he replied, turning to climb the steps again.
She carried her overnight bag towards the terminal, a small Portacabin like structure in the middle of a field. Two cars were parked, a Nissan Jute presumably belonging to the airport staff (one middle aged lady) and a Defender. She waved and walked briskly towards it as Douglas jumped out and came to greet her. They embraced and he took her bag.
"How lovely to see one of my favourite boys. How are you?" she asked climbing into the passenger seat. "Get the heated seats on Douglas. Jesus it's cold up here."
The engine roared noisily into life, and as they drove south across the bridge she looked west across the sea.
"Where's that? Is that Ireland?" she asked excitedly.
Douglas looked at her, shaking his head. "Ireland? Oh dear Alice, no, it's not Ireland you idiot!"
She laughed. "I've no idea. This is the furthest north I have ever come, and I am literally freezing. Has he got a fire on?"
Douglas laughed, shaking his head, and she put her head on his shoulder.
"It's good to see you Douglas, thank you for coming to get me."
Everything was green up here and she couldn't quite believe the abundant, vibrant foliage that covered almost every inch of the countryside. The road was a black snake cutting through it, almost covered in places by overhanging bracken, brambles and gorse. It was a blaze of verdant fertility and glory. She could see why Ethan wanted to have a home here.
He was waiting at the door, in beige shorts and a green polo shirt, and she jumped down from the car and ran to give him a hug. He swept her off her feet.
"Alice, baby. Good to see you. Did they look after you on the plane?'
She winked. "Didn't get the full service. But I hope to sort that out. You look well, Ethan. The wilds suit you."
He smiled. "It's an interesting place. I could do with your help to get it sorted. The chaps are coming over."
Alice laughed. "And you've found someone for them to play with?"
Ethan nodded. "She's coming over this evening. Interested in your impression - but so far the indications are promising."
He reached for his phone, and tilted the screen towards Alice as he scrolled through his pictures of Chloe. Her eyes widened as she stopped him at the picture of Chloe kneeling naked on the beach, rivulets of cum trickling down her face and chin, her eyes looking defiantly straight at the camera.
"'Promising? Ethan! It looks like she's more than promising. I'm looking forward to dinner already. Come on. Enough of that. Let's get round this house of yours."
She turned and walked towards the steps, and Ethan pushed his phone back into his pocket and followed her into Dunvock.
They spent the afternoon walking through the rooms of the house, compiling a list of the necessary decorative improvements, and scrolling through the catalogues of London and Edinburgh auction houses. The list was long, and Ethan made a few calls to local firms to see if and when they would be able to start work. They were tired by the late afternoon, and agreed to meet again in the sitting room at seven o'clock.
Chloe was still in the office when her phone pinged. Ethan.
"Drinks at seven. Come prepared."
Prepared for what? Chloe looked at her watch. It was already past five. She quickly shut down her laptop, and picked up her bag. She stuck her head around the door to the back office, and shouted "I'm off, Simon. See you Monday!" then almost ran to the Golf in the car park.
She ran through her wardrobe in her head on the drive back, calculating how much time she had for hair and makeup allowing for the drive across to Dunvock. Hair down, she thought. It was clean and blown dry this morning. Five minutes with the straighteners would be adequate and left more time for her makeup and shower.
She flew into the house, stripping off as she went and headed straight into the shower, she shaved her legs and gently pulled the razor across her waxed pussy to catch any stray hairs. She came into the bedroom and pulled out all her best lingerie, tan stockings with a black cuff top, black suspenders on next, lace pants and bra and then her silver Tiffany cuffs on each wrist. Carefully she took her watch off: looking at the time at an orgy was not a good look. She exhaled and looked at her reflection.
"What are you up to Chloe?" she asked herself.
The reflection smiled back at her. She shook her head and opened her makeup bag, making up her eyes first, then foundation, red lipstick and some bronzer. It was 18:32. Just enough time to make it. She pulled on a tight black dress she had bought for her graduation: it was classy but sexy and the zip unfastened right the way down her back. She slipped into her only pair of Louboutins, leopard skin stilettos. She did not look at all like she was going for drinks in a Scottish grand house, she was dressed for sex and she felt beautiful and powerful and only a little bit apprehensive. She sprayed some perfume on her hair, wrists and décolletage.
"OK. I'm ready for you Ethan," she muttered to herself.
She pulled into the drive in a shower of gravel at two minutes to seven. Grabbing her clutch bag, she hurried past the other cars to the steps of the house. She climbed up to the open door, and wondered briefly whether she should knock before deciding to go straight in. The huge hall was empty, but she could hear voices coming from the sitting room. The click of her heels echoed as she walked across the flagstone floor towards the sitting room and pushed the door open.
Ethan looked towards her, then down at his watch, as she entered the room. "Ah, Chloe, only just in time!" he proclaimed, and she lowered her eyes. 'Come in. Meet Alice."
Chloe looked up and noticed for the first time the tall, slim women standing to one side of the fireplace. She was dressed simply in a wrap around dress and heels, with her long blonde hair tied back in a loose pony-tail. Chloe felt felt Alice's eyes run up and down her, and noticed that she looked immediately at Ethan with a wry smile. Chloe squared her shoulders, and walked across the rug toward the fire, her hand outstretched. Alice took it, and held it slightly longer than was strictly necessary.
"My, aren't you a lovely thing? Ethan has shown me all about you. I'm looking forward to getting to know you."
Shown? Alice blushed, instantly recalling the photographs of her bent forward over Ethan's kitchen countertop with her fingers in her ass. He wouldn't, surely... She recovered her composure.
"Hi, I'm Chloe. You must be Alice?"
Alice nodded, and let go of Chloe's hand. "Let's get you a drink. Champagne?"
Ethan handed her a glass, and filled it carefully from a bottle wrapped in a white napkin.
"I see your car is back on the road. Did Ritchie and Mhairi take care of you?" he asked.
