Sir and Lady James were engaged in deep conversation as Jill walked across the Hotel foyer towards them. She enjoyed the expensive ambience of the hotel, furnished with the usual austere splendour of a 6-star hotel, with not a little acknowledgement to its Gulf location.
"So, you've secured project funding for the next 5 years, then?" his wife enquired.
"Almost, and at much better terms, than previously. Unfortunately, the Prince has implied an additional conditionality," replied Sir James discreetly.
"Conditionality?"
"Yes, he has expressed in interest in recruiting," but at that precise moment Jill reached their table and he immediately switched the subject. Lady James looked at him quizzically, expecting him to furnish further details.
"Good evening my dear," Sir James welcomed Jill, rising from the sofa chair to peck her on either cheek.
"Hello, darling. I hear the conference was a tremendous success, all down to you," Lady James greeted her.
As she sat on the vacant end of the cubicle seat, opposite her superior and his wife who sat on the other side of the table, she demurred, "Well I think Sir James played a much more extensive role, actually."
"Nonsense, it would have been a disaster without your organisation, my dear," affirmed Sir James.
"Thank you, you are very kind," she replied blushing at the compliments.
Turning to her husband Lady James attempted to restart the conversation, she asked, "So who or what does the prince want to recruit, exactly?"
Flustered Sir James, struggled to immediately think of a tangent to take the conversation on, away from what he had been discussing with his wife.
"Oh, something about his office, nothing significant. He was however very grateful for our organising the conference, and he most impressed with the attributes of Jill," leaving hanging whether the prince had been impressed by Jill as a woman or her role. Jill blushed and demurred again.
"Anyway, I invited you here this evening Jill, as the prince wants to thank us all with dinner tonight."
Lady James was intrigued, not at all sure that her husband was being entirely candid and not playing his usual duplicitous tactical gaming to secure some as yet unrevealed advantage. Nevertheless, the conversation continued convivially and not without humour or the dry sarcastic interventions of Sir James describing some of that day's more unfortunate speakers. Lady James did however notice that in the little over half-an-hour before the prince arrived, that the pace that drinks were being poured was at a somewhat accelerated pace. Her husband in particular seeming to concentrate on ensuring Jill's glass was never less than full. The prince duly arrived, Sir James arising to shake his hand, whilst he kissed the hands raised by the women, obsequiously praising their beauty. What a charmer mused Lady James what a creep thought Jill.
The prince sat opposite Sir James, with the two women between them but next to Jill, moving quite close to her. He complimented them on the conference, and said it had met all his expectations as the main sponsor. He then turned to look directly into Jill's eyes.
"And Jill you were just perfect," as placed a hand on her thigh, gently squeezing it.
He kept the hand on her thigh as he proposed a toast to her. They all raised their glasses and Lady James idly wondered if she was getting a clearer inkling of who was intended to be recruited and for what. She silently admired the devious bastard sitting next to her, envisaging what the conditionalities were, and savoured the prospect of helping her husband play his little games tonight. Poor naïve little Jill, she smirked to herself. She looked across to Jill, enjoying her obvious discomfort as the prince made no attempt to remove his hand, which indeed appeared to be travelling further up her thigh - shame Western women tended to wear trouser suits when on official duty so as not to offend the locals. Jill looked the proverbial rabbit stuck between the headlights.
Lady James almost coughed on her drink as she remembered the last time her husband's ever so sweet and innocent assistant, or so she appeared, had adopted a similar expression. It had been at last year's Christmas drinks reception, when Jill had introduced herself to two of the Trustees, a former Cabinet Minister and a Law Lord, as staff had been told to mingle with the guests. The dirty old Minister had managed to sidle Jill around so she had her back to the wall, this allowed, Lady James correctly assumed, him to seriously explore the parameters of her derriere. Jill's shocked expression indicating that he was giving her a vigorous massage. Neither was the Lord slow on the uptake, and also appeared to be sampling the delights of her pert arse. He had also leant forward and whispered something into her ear, Jill however had blushed profusely and shook her head vigorously. However, this did not appear to dissuade the Lord and he was soon joined by the erstwhile Minister in an animated discussion with the beleaguered research assistant. Jill seemed to be successfully resisting whatever the request was, but their combined assault, both physical and verbal was relentless. Apparently succumbing to such pressure from her seniors, she had reached up and slowly undone one, then two buttons on her white blouse, and following further encouragement had loosened a third to reveal her ample cleavage. Both men were obviously complementing her on the size of her tits, causing her to blush a deeper crimson.
With her striking blue eyes, high cheekbones and long blonde, almost flaxen hair, Jill was certainly attractive, observed Lady James. However, it was her full breasts, always seeming to be straining to break free from her clothing, despite her futile efforts to disguise them, that made her a magnet for men. They always assumed a buxom young wench was a prize simply to be taken, Lady James concluded. She discreetly watched the conversation evolve, with Jill looking although not entirely relaxed was now giggling at the various whispered comments from her two assailants.
Lady James was momentarily distracted from the spectacle as she was interrupted by being greeted warmly by the main sponsor of her husband's principal research project. She thanked the prince, who cryptically complemented the quality of research assistants, before he moved on to talk to other guests. Returning her attention to the corner of the room, only to find all three protagonists had disappeared - she hoped Jill had been able to extricate herself successfully. She had thought no more of it, and proceeded to circulate amongst the guests. Some three-quarters-of-an-hour later she found herself in the ladies' room, when Jill sheepishly made her way in, smiling at her superior's wife. Lady James recalled she had laughed at the dishevelled state of the girl, her blouse was open to the waist, her bra was clearly undone, her stockings were laddered and lipstick was smeared across her face,
"Think you may have over-interpreted the instruction to mingle with the Trustees, dear," she admonished her as she reached to remove globules of spunk from her tresses with her fingers, "you Northern women always have an inner tart that periodically needs release, don't you?"
"I suppose so," she had giggled, "I'm so embarrassed, don't know what came over me."
"Let's face it, you're just a slut and with jugs this size," and after she licked her fingers clean of the sperm, leant forward to grasp each tit, said "men are always going to want to ride you and with you it looks like they'll always be lucky getting someone who drop her knickers and spread her legs at a moment's notice!"
"Let's clean you up, did you not swallow, you've got spunk not only over your face but in your hair."
Lady James cleaned more of the spunk from her face, and greedily licked her fingers clean,"
"I do like the taste of fresh seed," as she removed Jill's blouse, instructing her to fasten her bra. "They are magnificent and I see his Lordship was up to his usual tricks," commenting on her breasts coloured with numerous hickeys and bite marks.
She handed her back her blouse and as Jill did up the buttons, she fished out a spare pair of stockings from inside her handbag and handed them over. As Jill unclipped her ruined stockings, she inadvertently revealed her swollen cunt lips and matted pubic hair.
"Jesus, did you let them fuck you as well? You were away less than half-an-hour."
"Yes, I only thought they wanted to see the office environment, but once they got to my desk, the Minster pushed me onto my knees, it wasn't so much a blow job as a face fuck, although his Lordship was a bit gentler. After I had swallowed them both, the Minister lifted me onto my desk, pushed my skirt up. ripped off my cami-knickers and ploughed straight into me, once he was finished the Lord flipped me over and harshly buggered me. It was all I could do not to scream, then my blouse and bra were undone and both bits, sucked and teased my boobs and nipples. I didn't think two men their age could get so hard again so quickly."
Lady James laughed again, "His Lordship always likes to keep a trophy, I suppose that's where your knickers are?" as she knelt down, she asked, "can I?"
Before Jill could reply, she felt her ladyships' hand's part her thighs and watched disbelievingly as her head dipped between them, a tongue licked along the length her labia and then widened her legs further as the tongue entered her twat and the cum was sucked up from inside her. Lady James continued to clean her cunt, it was inappropriate call it a pussy at that moment, and Jill was worried someone else might enter the Ladies. However, she soon completed her pleasure and stood up licking her lips, embracing then gently kissing Jill on the lips, easing her tongue between them.
"You seemed so sweet and innocent, but I always hoped you were a bit of Northern slapper, but never imagined you are such as cum-slut."
"Penny for your thoughts?" Lady James reverie of the past was harshly interrupted and brought back to reality.
"You are miles away, what you thinking about?" questioned Jill.
"Oh! nothing much, just when we last met His Excellency, think it was at Christmas drinks last year," Lady James replied, looking directly and mischievously at Jill. Jill blushed and stuttered a reply, also recalling the events of that night. Fortunately for both women they avoided any probing questioning, Sir James announced it was time for dinner. As the group headed to the restaurant, the men led the way, with the two women some distance behind.
