It was the last day of the West Coast trip and the schedule had been kept deliberately light. Wendy and Jen sat in the hotel suite working away at their laptops, catching up on e-mails, when the phone rang. Wendy reached across and punched the button that turned on the speaker-phone facility.
"Ms McCuskell, it's Donnelly here." Mr Donnelly's firm voice rang out.
"Ah, Mr Donnelly, how can I help?" Wendy asked.
"I need a favour; I'd like to borrow your assistant," Mr Donnelly replied.
"And by 'borrow' I assume you're not referring to her typing skills," Wendy countered.
"Look, I won't beat around the bush. I'm meeting Williams from AB Supplies this afternoon. I need to get a pretty good deal from him so as to make a profit on the deal you got from me the other day, and your girl is just the thing to act as a sweetener."
"But Mr Donnelly," Wendy interjected, "my assistant is a valued and respected member of my team and not just some cheap whore for you to use as and when it suits you and, talking of cheap whores, surely a man of your resources would have other... err.. suppliers."
"Yeah, if a cheap whore was what I wanted I'd have no problems at all but Williams likes a bit of class and is a complete sucker for that British accent. That's not so easy to find at short notice; I did have a girl lined up but it all went south at the last moment. Look, I appreciate that I'm asking a favour and not offering anything in return so here's the deal. You name any three major players out here on the West Coast and I'll send over my private files on them; I borrow your girl, you get the inside dirt; is that Ok?"
Jen had been watching Wendy all the time and, as soon as Mr Donnelly had mentioned the private files, she had seen her eyes light up. Jen was fast learning that information was power and she could see that Wendy was eager to get her hands on the files so when Wendy looked up and their eyes met Jen shrugged as if to say 'why not'. It wasn't as if she really had any say in the matter; it would be Wendy's decision whether she went or not but she was pleased to be consulted and pleased with the way that Wendy had described her as 'not some cheap whore'. If this did end up with Wendy getting valuable information it would be a feather in her cap and, to tell the truth, she wasn't totally averse to seeing what Mr Donnelly and this Mr Williams had in store for her.
"Ok," Wendy agreed at last. "But here are the rules. We're flying out tonight so you have to get her back here by five at the latest. I want her back and I want her back in one piece. You and your friend can use her anyway you want but remember, she's not a whore, you're not to damage her and you've got to use condoms; I don't want her pregnant and I don't want any nasty diseases. As for the files, that's a nice trade but don't fuck me over; if I find you've sold me a crock of shit you'll regret it. Understood?"
"Hey, understood," Mr Donnelly replied. "You're helping me out and I appreciate that; you'll find I'm not ungrateful. Can I send a car over around noon. My driver will make sure she arrives in one piece and, when she gets here I'll be looking after her. I can drop her back to the hotel or straight to LAX, whichever you would prefer."
"Back here for five would be best. I'll make sure she's ready to leave by midday."
"Thanks again, Ms McCuskell. I really appreciate your help. I'll talk to you later." Mr Donnelly rang off.
At half past eleven Jen went to get ready. She had a long shower, using a suitably perfumed shower gel and then fixed her hair and make up going for a quietly understated look. Then she went to the wardrobe to select an outfit. It wasn't as if she had a very wide choice; apart from the dress she was due to wear for travelling all her outfits were formal and business like but maybe that would fit with the requirements. Mr Donnelly had spoken of Mr Williams liking a bit of class and the respectable businesswoman look would fit the bill. Once dressed she returned to the bathroom and, selecting the lubricant used when fitting her tail, applied a generous dose to her anus.
It was just gone twelve when the phone rang and the front desk informed Wendy that there was a car waiting for her assistant. Wendy took Jen down to the lobby where a thick set man wearing a uniform was waiting by the desk. As soon as he saw them he came over.
"I need her back by five and don't lose her. I hope you, and your boss, understand that." Wendy told the driver.
"Certainly Ma'am," he replied, "Mr Donnelly was most clear on that point."
The driver took Jen by the elbow and led her outside to where the car was waiting.
As the car sped through the Californian sunshine Jen wondered to herself why she had acquiesced quite so quickly. Mostly it was to stay in Wendy's good books. Life was always easier if she made it easy for Wendy and, by accepting this, she had put Mr Donnelly in Wendy's debt. Partially it was about freedom; although she was far from free in any real sense of the word, she was acting independently from Wendy for the first time since she had been captured, and that brought its own thrill. Partially it was something rather darker. She remembered how it had felt when Mr Donnelly had sodomised her over his desk and the very thought made her tingle. She wondered if Mr Williams would want to use her the same way and if he would have better staying power. Even thinking about it caused delicious tingles from her well-lubricated butt.
It wasn't long before they arrived at a private golf course. The gates opened automatically as the car approached and they sped up the drive to the clubhouse. Once he had parked, the driver used his mobile phone to check exactly where Mr Donnelly was before leading Jen to a golf cart and heading out onto the course. There were very few other players around as they trundled across the manicured greens and fairways; the club evidently catering to those who valued privacy. They caught up with Mr Donnelly at the fifth tee which was deep in the countryside and well out of sight from the clubhouse.
As Jen approached the party it was pretty easy to work out who was who. Mr Donnelly she already knew, so the other golfer must be Mr Williams. Each was accompanied by a caddy, but Jen could see that they were more likely private secretaries than true caddies and were more used to carrying briefcases than golf clubs. Mr Williams' eyes lit up as she approached.
Jen remembered Mr Donnelly's requirements. She had to have a touch of class and be an English rose. Whilst she would have to flirt with Mr Williams she would not make it too obvious; she was not, repeat not, a cheap whore. On the other hand she wondered if he already knew how available she was or whether she would have to let him know. With a sense of 'here we go' she put on her best upper class accent and went over to the group.
"Mr Williams, I'm delighted to meet you," she said. "Mr Donnelly has told me so much about you."
"And what brings a pretty little English girl all the way out here?" Mr Williams asked.
