((Authors Note -
Please note that this is Adult Fiction, so should only be read by those who qualify!
This is part 3 of a mini-series so makes most sense if read after the earlier parts!
However, I've tried to make it read stand-alone as well, so I hope that it works for you!
I sincerely hope that you enjoy ...
Duke))
Part 11 - Sunday Afternoon, David's Place 1
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I'm such an idiot!
My name's David Lothair. Recently out of University, I do research in a city centre marketing department and something's going on with my cool, sexy boss, Astrid Johnson. Snag is that I don't know what it is. But I know, deep down, that it involves me and I'm not sure that it's good news!
I should explain that Astrid is a very professional senior manager in our Marketing Department, mid thirties, a tall, statuesque, blond woman of probably Nordic descent. I say 'probably' because nobody knows much about her. She keeps her private life very private and her relationship with her staff very professional. I quite like her and not just because of the hormonal response of a young guy to a hot looking business woman! I've always found her fair and easy to work with. She doesn't do 'close', but she's approachable when necessary and you know where you stand with her.
Not everybody feels that way though!
When she came in, from an outside firm, to take the executive job around about the time I joined up as a junior researcher she inadvertently trod on the aspirations of one of the senior team leaders, a rather loathsome and chubby woman of a similar age called Georgia who thought that she was just perfect for the job. As I'd found out since then this was a view not universally shared in the office, or by the senior executives! Since then, and partly due to Astrid's reserved approach, Georgia and her little group of cronies had christened her the 'Ice Maiden' and done nothing to make her job, or life in the office generally enjoyable thereafter.
But that didn't really explain my current state of unease.
The fact was that there were large chunks of my time in the office on Thursday and Friday missing from my memory, and I was even struggling to remember what I'd done in the evenings! I mean, at my age that's seriously worrying because I couldn't even blame it on the drink!
I'd spent most of Saturday wrestling with the problem. I'd even contacted a few friends and made surreptitious enquiries about whether I'd been with any of them but to no avail. Other than to increase my friend's suspicions that I was 'losing it'!
"Time you got another girlfriend and started having proper sex again!" one helpfully advised.
Not that easy, but an attractive thought none the less.
I was definitely 'between girl friends' and one of the reasons was the arrival in our team of a really nice girl called Angela who I really fancied. She was slightly older, but that wasn't a problem. The problem was that she was already an 'item' with some jerk in Finance so our mild flirting wasn't likely to go anywhere soon, much to my current frustration!
So here I was, getting ready to go out and socialise late on the Summer Sunday afternoon, determined to put my worries about advancing senility behind me. And maybe I could 'move on' from Angela? I was daydreaming about meeting a sexy young thing tonight. I could even picture her? Then I frowned as I realised that the vision of my potential new sex partner looked a lot like my boss, Astrid!
But then I was brought back to reality by a loud, forceful knock at the door. I looked at my watch. Four thirty. Weird, I thought, I wasn't expecting anybody. Who could it be at this time?
My apartment is of the basic type. Very basic in fact! I wasn't earning a fortune yet, so just getting a roof over my head seemed to be a pretty good achievement. Anyway, that meant that there were no fancy security arrangements and certainly no spy hole in the door to check out visitors. Not that I had any worries about being robbed, I owned practically nothing of value!
I opened up and stopped dead, mouth agape!
Two things hit me straight away. Firstly that my boss, Astrid was standing on the doorstep looking pretty fierce. Secondly that she was holding an ugly, snub nosed, thirty eight revolver and it was pointing squarely at my chest!!
The conversation was pretty basic.
"What?!"
"Hello David, can we come in?"
"What?!"
"It would be better if you let us in David, I don't want to shoot you outside."
I swallowed hard, slowly taking in a bit more detail. She was standing calmly in front of me, looking like some kind of female James Bond! Black trainers, tight black jeans and a black, ribbed roll-neck sweater tucked in at the waist that really enhanced her beautiful bosom led my eyes eventually up to her serious, angular face, steel grey eyes and blond hair tied back into a tight pony tail. Finally I dragged my eyes away from the ugly looking gun long enough to notice the small, chubby and highly uncomfortable looking bespectacled man behind her. I frowned. He looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't quite place him.
Astrid was clearly losing patience though.
"David??!" she hissed, whilst at the same time aiming the gun lower at a point around the crown jewels between my legs.
This should have encouraged me as it meant that the shot was less likely to be fatal, but it would probably have put an end to the extremely active sex life that I'd just been planning for myself in the near future! I positively stumbled backwards to let the two of them in!
"Close the door" snapped Astrid to the other man behind her, but keeping her stern features locked on me throughout, and raising the gun to point at my chest again!
Her eyes quickly scanned my small living room. It didn't take long. There wasn't much of it!
