I settled in the chair in front of the terminal and logged on. Within minutes, and right on the appointed time, the screen flickered and there was Monica, smiling gently, her marvellous blue eyes twinkling. “Morning Michael. Hope I didn’t disturb you. I see you drank your milk like a good boy.” She laughed showing her beautiful teeth as I wiped the remains of Maria’s breast milk from around my mouth. “Maria’s a good chef, then. Look after you did she?”
“Erm, yeah. Great eggs benedict.”
She smiled again. “Riiiiight! So, after a couple of days, what’s the verdict Michael? Stay or go?” For some reason, I got the impression that the answer was important to her even though she tried to look serene. I gave the situation some thought. Did I really want to stay in a luxurious mansion, surrounded by women whose main attributes seemed to be enormous tits and an endless need for fucking? Did I really need to be waited on hand and foot, fed with fabulous food, and fucked silly every day and night? Did I? Fucking hell, I did. As I gazed at her, giving her some sombre seconds before replying, I realised that I also wanted to get to know her better. She intrigued me. Was losing my independence worth it?
“Stay.” No explanations, no chattering. A straight forward answer.
Monica smiled broadly. “I hoped you would say that. Now to business.” She put on her business look. “I have need of your services,” she said and I detected a hint of blush on her lovely cheeks, “your financial investigation services, that is. There’s a company buying shares in one of our major subsidiaries. I think I know who it is but I’m not sure. The buying is well disguised and our in house experts can’t find any pattern. I can see it because I’ve seen it before. We nearly lost one of our tourist resort chains a while back but saved it when we hired you and you discovered enough for us to pull up the drawbridge. I’m happy to pay whatever you want to do the work.”
“Hell, Monica, consider it a freebie. Least I could do.” I smiled. So did she.
“I know you will need some stuff from your old digs so I’ve arranged for Sonia to take you and collect whatever you need. She’ll have the Rolls outside in twenty minutes.” She had been confident that I would agree to stay, cunning bitch. “See you tonight, Michael,” said Monica smiling. The screen went blank. Time for a quick shower and off.
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Sonia manoeuvred the huge Rolls Royce through the mid morning traffic with ease of an expert. She wore a grey suit, grey peaked chauffeur’s hat, her blonde in a tight french roll and aviator glasses. We arrived at the digs in the fairly respectable down town and I went in to my downstairs flat and collected what I needed in the way of cd’s.
The landlady lived on the fourth floor and owned the building. She was a nice old stick whom I’d not really paid attention too before. I went upstairs to tell her I would be away a while and to pay some rent. She peered around the door after I knocked, looking up at me from her sub five foot height. Amy Ervine was mid to late sixties with a smooth rounded face, gray eyes behind round specs.
“Oh Michael, there you are,” she exclaimed smiling broadly. “I didn’t know where you had got to and was becoming a little concerned. A couple of your floozies came round but I shooed them off.” She grinned at that and so did I. She knew what I got up to and who I got up. She missed nothing being very bright for her age. As I grinned down at her, I noticed that she had her arms folded under quite an impressive chest. The stance caused the upper slopes of her more than ample boobs to be pushed up from the top of her square cut dress, wrinkling rather delightfully not far from her double chin.
Amy saw me looking. “Michael, you’re a dirty boy. Come on in and have a cup of coffee and tell me what you’ve been up to. I’ve missed our morning teas, and your tales of conquest.” We had been in the habit of taking morning tea together in her cosy sun filled kitchen, and over time she had pressed me for more and more lurid tales of my erotic interludes, urging me on with wide eyed gasps as she heard the salacious details. I had looked on her like a doting grandmother and she had reciprocated by doing my laundry and cleaning my flat, a service none of the other tenants received.
As she busied herself making the coffee, I noticed for the first time that she had quite a curvy figure on her. She was round top and bottom but those areas were bisected by a nipped in waist. The sight of her large round arse moving about in her dress started my cock twitching. It had become educated over the last few days and now appreciated the sexiness of an older figure, something that had never crossed my mind after years of a diet of endless stick figures. My eyes travelled down, noting the dress tight against meaty thighs, then to the dimples on the back of her knees, down to her daintly ankles. Amy set the cups down and a plate of biscuits, and sat, folding her arms again under her bosom, she leant forward.
