This is a continuation of a story I wrote back in 2009 and submitted as Squirt and Her Cousins. It was submitted by me under the name of rbenne.
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Chapter One
It was a warm day in March when Sam entered the kitchen waving a poster.
"Look Squirt I think you should register for this Trade Week. It's in Perth during our off season."
Squirt read the poster. Seafood Cooking and Trade Week in Perth: six of the world's top seafood chefs will be conducting Cooking Master Classes before a banquet where the recipes they demonstrate are served, also latest kitchen equipment, rare spices and masses of recipes. It went on to providing accommodation arrangements and the cost per person for just the trade show or the entire event.
"Looks interesting but look at the price $2000 with accommodation, it's not cheap and I have to get to Brisbane and then fly across the country to Perth. We won't get out of it under $6000."
"Fuck Squirt sometimes I think you are a brainless idiot. Stop and think this is a one of event and it will be fully tax refundable. Zoe is most enthusiastic that you attend."
"Okay, but don't register me as Squirt like you did with the show in Sydney, that is just my family name. My name is Storm Okay?"
Sam smiled, "Yes Squirt I read you loud and clear."
Four months later Squirt was flagging a taxi at the Perth Airport asking to be taken to the Resort where the Trade Week was being held. At reception she was given a package that contained the keys to her room. A man carried her cases leading the way to the eighth floor and her room. It was large and obviously very comfortable. Squirt walked through the room passing through a doorway into a very cosy bedroom with a king bed. Off the bedroom was the bathroom with a full spa and shower. She noticed that on the side there was a complimentary bath robe and a large collection of toiletries for her use.
She lay back in the spa relaxing in the warm bubbling water as she felt her travel weary muscles become normal again. Looking at her watch she decided to get dressed and go down to the bar for a few quiet ones before dinner and an early night. She wanted to explore the delights of Perth the next day.
This evening was the welcoming dinner and was not formal so she dressed in a dress that left an appreciable amount of heavily tanned thigh in evidence with a yellow cotton shirt and black thigh highs. She walked from her room in comfortable flat soled shoes to the lift and proceeded down to the restaurant and bar area. She was sitting on the veranda looking across the sculptured gardens when her attention was drawn by a sudden movement.
Glancing across the bar she noticed a tall and incredibly beautiful woman enter. She must have been six foot two, walking in tight designer jeans and long tan, knee high leather boots: her shiny black hair flowing across her broad shoulders. Her well-developed thighs and arms suggested that she was very fit and used to daily exercise. She ordered a beer, standing with her back to the bar looking round at the guests sitting at the tables. Taking her beer, she walked slowly but purposely towards Squirt. Speaking in a soft yet firm confident voice that gave Squirt the feeling that this woman was used to being in control.
"Hi my name is Felicity."
"Pleased to meet you Felicity I am Storm, are you here for the Trade Week as well?"
"Yes."
Felicity sat across from Storm allowing her eyes to roam, coming to rest on her tiny breasts. Looking back into the sable eyes staring at her from beneath heavy brows Storm felt her stomach muscles tighten. The eyes were mysteriously hypnotic and a shiver coursed down her spine as she tried to remain calm under Felicity's burning gaze. She was aware of Felicity's eyes undressing her and knew she could just glimpse her panties. Storm shifted nervously in her seat. She felt her face burning beneath Felicity's microscopic stare feeling uncomfortable as she realised that Felicity would know her much better before the next morning."
"What table have they put you on?"
Storm jumped back to the real world, opening her bag she looked at the card that reception had given her.
"L ...l ... let's see. Oh here it is ... table five/eight."
"Let's go to reception and change that, I am table nine/fourteen. The second number is the floor you are on."
Leaving their drinks on the table they walked through to reception.
"I will do the talking."
"Okay." Storm noted that Felicity had said this with a voice that expected to be obeyed.
"Good evening we are booked into the Trade Week. I didn't know that Storm was coming and would appreciate it if you could change her table to number 9/fourteen."
"Oh yes madam that will be no problem at all."
After five minutes the woman returned with a package.
"Give me your card and we will replace it with this one. Do you want me to re allocate her a room on the fourteenth floor as well?"
"Storm, give the receptionist your keys and she will arrange for your things to be taken up to your new room."
"That will be no trouble is there anything else I can do for you?"
Without answering Felicity turned and walked briskly back to the bar with Storm following in her wake.
"There, that will be lovely. Now we can spend the week in each other's company because the table number controls all the other arrangements for the week."
Storm nodded as she stood to get herself another drink, Felicity downed the rest of her beer quickly.
"There's a dear get me another Heineken."
Storm walked over to the bar which was not as deserted as it had been forty-five minutes ago. As she stood waiting her turn to order she looked back towards Felicity. She had this strange feeling that she was falling under her control and knew that she felt good about it. To her amazement she felt herself becoming wet. She glanced into the mirrors on the pillars around the room and was relieved to see that it was not obvious.
"You forgot the nibbles, that's a good girl fetch a bowel of nuts over."
"Oh, aarh sorry!"
"It doesn't matter just don't let it happen again."
