'They want you to do what?' asked Val incredulously, not believing that she had heard Carole correctly.
Carole told Val what was said at her boss Brian and his wife Cynthia's house the previous day only more slowly, letting each piece of information sink in.
'Fucking hell!' stated Val.
'I know, I know, but I might not have a choice,' said Carole.
'There's always a choice,' retorted Val.
'Not one that is paying that kind of money though,' replied Carole.
'Yes but...;
'Wait, let me explain,' interrupted Carol. 'They said I would get a company car. Cynthia suggested a Mercedes SLC. I said I wanted an SL. I was pushing them to see how far they would go. They said I would be paid £1,000 for each client I visited. I said I wanted £2,500 plus three times that for weekend work and a day off in lieu during the week. Brian and Cynthia left the room to discus it and when they came back in they agreed to my terms.'
'But...but...' gasped Val.
'Val, I'm not independently wealthy like you. OK, I own an expensive house in a very nice area of London but if I sold it where would I go? I get money for Josh from his father but that stops in seven years time. I could build up a nice little nest egg over say the next five years as long as I look after myself.'
Val could see Carole had thought long and hard about it, gave a shrug of her shoulders and reached over the table of the cafe they were in and hugged her best friend.
'Plus, I'll be having great sex!' Carole giggled.
'Just be careful,' pleaded Val. 'And tell me every gory detail,' she laughed.
On Tuesday as Carole was leaving work Brian asked her to step into his office.
Making sure no one could hear he told her that they would be visiting a couple the next afternoon and to wear 'something special' under her smartest work clothes.
The next morning Carole got up earlier than usual, had a long soak in the bath and picked out what she thought would be appropriate underwear for her afternoon tryst.
First of all she squeezed into a shiny black satin girdle that flattened her tummy then attached shiny black silk stockings to the four garters on each leg. She dragged a tight black silk thong up her legs so it nuzzled tightly on her freshly shaved pussy.
Next came a matching bra that enhanced her large breasts and gave her an admirable cleavage, not too prominent but classy. She wore her best dark grey business suit with a shiny white silk blouse and slipped into shiny black three inch heels. Sexy but smart.
Throwing on her raincoat and picking up her briefcase she called out her goodbyes to Josh who grunted back at her then she walked briskly to the nearby St Johns Wood Underground station.
The station was situated on the Jubilee Line that went all the way to Canary Warf where Brian's investment company was based.
Carole was lucky to find a seat and then began to wonder what the couple would be like.
She didn't see Brian until just after lunch and all he said was that their driver would be picking them up at two thirty.
Once in the company Mercedes S Class and on there way Carole asked him where they were going. It turned out they were visiting a couple that didn't live too far from Brian and Cynthia at Hampstead.
'Who are they and what are they like?' inquired Carole.
'David and Susie Watters. He's mid forties and she's early thirties. She's his second wife. Bit of a trophy wife if you ask me. Anyhow they are very rich and are topping up their existing portfolio. They have a spare million to invest. Shouldn't be too onerous but they are lovely people and you are coming along as a sweetener, shall we say.'
'Oh!' was all Carole could mutter.
The car pulled to an enormous house just off Hampstead Heath. As they got out the front door opened and David Watters stepped up to greet them. After shaking Brian's hand Carole was introduced to him.
She thought he was very handsome. Tall, slim and very good looking, dressed casually in beige chinos and an expensive polo shirt.
After they had entered the house David took them into a large comfortable sitting room. It had a couple of plush leather sofas and similar armchairs. There was a large coffee table in the middle of the room with which Carole took to be David's papers.
'I thought we could sort everything out here. Susie will be down shortly. I think she must be powdering her nose,' he said by way of a joke.
Suddenly the door opened and Susie breezed in.
'Sorry if I've kept you waiting!'
'No, not at all,' responded Brian.
Carole looked at Susie and understood what Brian had said by a 'trophy wife.'
She had beautiful long blonde hair that reached half way down her back, perfect make up on her slim but undoubtedly beautiful face. Her slim petite figure with sizable breasts fit into her yellow sun dress remarkably well.
'Sexy and classy,' thought Carole.
While the men completed their business Carole began to think about what was going to happen next. Was she going to fuck him? Maybe her? Either prospect didn't faze her. Maybe it would be both together. That thought made her thong moist.
After all the paperwork was put away Susie brought in a bottle of Champagne and four glasses.
'Nothing like a chilled bottle of Crystal to toast good business,' stated David and four glasses of fizz were duly poured.
They'd just had their glasses topped up when the front door opened and a tall good looking boy walked into the room in his gym clothes.
'Good session son?' asked David.
'Yeah, great,' answered the boy. 'Wish you'd build a gym here instead of giving Brian here all your money,' he said with a wink at Brian.
'Go on Daniel. Have a shower and I'll bring Carole up to see you as soon as we've finished our drinks,' replied Susie.
Carole gasped inwardly.
'Was that what she was there for? He's a very well built good looking boy,' she thought.
Carole was confused but decided to play along and see what happened.
'Carole, are you ready?' asked Susie.
Carole nodded.
'Good, follow me.'
Susie took Carole back into the large hallway and started to ascend the stairs.
'Look, I have to tell you that Daniel is David's pride and joy. I'm sure he loves him more than me,' Susie said smiling. 'He's frightfully shy and we're sure he's a virgin so who better to initiate him in the art of sex than a glamorous experienced woman?'
Carole nearly asked why she didn't do it herself.
Susie carried on, 'He's eighteen and he will be going off to University in September and we didn't want him to be at a disadvantage or even bullied. You know how boys are?'
'I certainly do,' said Carole. 'I have one at home who was just the same.'
'Was?' questioned Susie.
Carole smiled at the younger woman, 'My best friend got to him before I did!'
Susie gasped out loudly at the thought of Carole wanting to fuck her own son but it also turned her on immensely.
They stopped at a door.
'He's in there. You will be gentle with him, won't you?'
Carole just smiled and entered the bedroom but left the door slightly ajar as she had a feeling that Susie would stay outside to listen or maybe even take a peek inside.
