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"HOOKED" (M/FF; F/voyeur: reluc.)


David Shaw


Author: David Shaw Title: HOOKED Summary: Well, at least nothing exciting
can ever happen in a bank. Keywords: MFF: reluc; work Language: English
There's a financial newspaper on my desk and it says that Georgie Kalvos is
dead. I'm half wishing he's doing a stint in hell and half hoping he's got
plenty of good looking women down there to keep him company - yes, and an
occasional bottle of ouzo to slake his thirst too. It's been many years
since I last saw him and if I'm going to remember him I'll remember him as
he was. A middle aged man with the smile of a boy, the build of a gorilla,
the manners of a courtier and the morals of a shark.

Talking of sharks, I wonder if Collette at her ranch in Nevada is
remembering Georgie and the first girl who ever turned a trick for her?
For a long time I resented Collette and Georgie because they made a fool
out of me. Yet if Collette was here now I'd gladly share a toast with her
to our Greek lover's memory. Collette runs a brothel and I run a bank, and
still I think that Georgie was one of the few real man that either one of
us has ever known.

Slowly, I rub my palms over my desk, thinking back to that other
manager's office, that other desk, the one that creaked underneath my
weight as the bars of sunlight leaking through the blinds fell onto the
dollar bills jammed into the tops of my bank-uniform nylons. I remember
the roughness of Georgie's hands between my opened thighs and Collette's
excited voice jeering at me: "Hey, Yvonne, I think he wants to make a
deposit in you!"

It was when I'd first joined the bank, as a teenage junior teller. It
was a time when all the world loved the Beatles, when computers were still
out of sight and out of mind, and when I was terribly excited about living
away from home for the first time. Not that the branch I'd started in was
located anywhere at all exciting. Just a small fishing town where the
fresh sea breeze was often tainted with the smell of drying nets and diesel
fumes from the trawlers.

The bank had arranged accommodation in the local YWCA, and it was
Collette who showed me around it for the first time. She was a plump,
cheerful girl with a bubbly personality who had the room next to mine and
also worked at the bank. In fact the bank was such a small one that
Collette and I were the sole full time staff, plus the manager. The only
other employee was a local married woman who came in during the mornings to
help with the bookwork.

Though everything seemed fine at first I soon had an vague impression
that Collette had something on her mind that she wanted to talk about. One
afternoon she invited me into her room to share some beer she'd smuggled in
and to have a little chat. It turned out to be a little chat with some big
surprises in it.

"Listen, Yvonne, I've got a private arrangement at the bank. The thing
is, I need your help to keep it going. The girl who had your job before
was happy to help out and I'm hoping you'll do the same."

My first reaction was a horrible fear that I was being invited to help
cook the books.

"God, no," Collette had answered, laughing. "No, it's nothing like that
at all. It's to do with Georgie Kalvos."

As new as I was in town I already knew something about Georgie, a
classic immigrant success story. He'd arrived in town as a teenager with
only the clothes on his back and hardly able to speak a word of English. A
lot of people thought that originally he'd jumped ship. If so, it had been
the first of many smart moves: now he owned four fishing boats, a
processing plant and even the trucks that took his catch off to the markets
had his name on their sides. But what he and Collette could have in common
I couldn't imagine. So I asked her.

"Well ... ," Collette seemed rather coy. "Before I go back to the city
I'd like to make as much spare cash as I can. And what Georgie wants is
some fun on the side. He's certainly got the money to pay for it. The
problem is that this is a small town and his wife is a Greek as well. You
know how jealous these foreign wives can be about every little thing."

I hardly knew anything at all about marriage or marriages, whether
foreign or domestic. But I just nodded.

"So, we've got this arrangement. Every Thursday afternoon our boss goes
off to the weekly managers' meeting upstate. Which just leaves me and the
other teller in the branch. Which also means that from now on you'll be
the other teller, right?"

Yes, I said, I supposed so. Of course this was a small town back in an
era when people went on holiday without bothering to lock their doors and
bank robberies only happened in Westerns.

"So what?" I asked.

"So on Thursday afternoons Georgie comes in to collect the payroll for
his workers."

"What about it?"

Collette sighed in frustration and looking back I can't blame her. I
must have led an incredibly sheltered life.

"Yvonne, what I'm trying to tell you is that when he arrives I take him
into the manager's office to get the money out of the safe. He'll arrive
just before closing time and we'll be in there for about an hour. So I'd
be really grateful if you'd cash up and keep look-out for us until I let
him out of the back door. And please don't come knocking on the office
door unless you have to."

I nearly dropped my glass in surprise when I finally understood what she
was talking about: "In the bank! You're doing it with a customer in the

"I told you, he has to be very careful about his wife not finding out.
So going to the bank for the payroll is a perfect alibi. Who's ever going
to suspect that anything would be going on there?"

"But, Collette, why do you do it?"

"For money, that's why. He leaves me a hundred dollar tip from the
wages afterwards."

I was astonished all over again. In those days fifty dollars was a good
wage for a week's work. For a woman, anyway.

"Look, all I need is for you not to tell anyone. It's worth ten bucks
for you to cover for me. The important thing is that you keep an eye open
for the boss coming back early from the meeting and maybe dropping into the
bank on his way home. He never has done yet but it might happen sometime.
If it does just ring the office bell under the counter and then keep him
talking as long as you can. It doesn't have to be all that long because I
always keep most of my clothes on - all except the really important bits."

I recall how she'd giggled in amusement at her own bravado. I'd thought
she was a silly little girl who was one day going to miserably sad about
how she'd sacrificed her virtue for a few dollars. Yes, I know, it sounds
like a story that should have dragons and knights in shining armor in it,
but the world was different then, or at least a lot of us thought it was.
Anyway, if anybody wants to look for a moral in all this, Collette is now
worth millions whilst I'm still looking after other peoples' money.

At the time though I was as stuck up and snotty as only a young fool can
be. I'd said that I didn't want her dollars and whatever she did with Mr
Kalvos was her business and nothing to do with me.

"Well, suit yourself," Collette had answered cheerfully. "Susie, the
last girl, she had a different ideas altogether. I'd better not tell you
about what the pair of us got up to though, or you'll be really shocked."

Shocked! - and this was the same girl I'd seen carrying the collection
plate around in church on Sunday!

"But you won't tell on me?"

"No, I won't say anything - but, Collette, isn't it - well, awful - to
do it with an old man? An older man, anyway."

That had amused her a lot: "Yvonne, Georgie is a wonderful lover. If
you ever find a man half as good you'll be lucky. Anyway, always remember,
the older the man is the more likely he is to be telling you the truth
about his vasectomy!"

It was a conversation which made me think I still had a lot to learn
about life. It was also a long time before I got to sleep that night -
especially as it was a Wednesday night. You could say I was gripped by a
lot of conflicting emotions. But for all my brave words it was my
curiousity which was most stirred. I'd always thought sex for normal women
was all to do with marriage and white gowns and honeymoons and lifelong
romance - not something to be bought and sold in a bank office like any
other commodity. Or was it all some huge joke that Collette was playing on
me? I finally decided it had to be a joke, and that she must have a very
strange sense of humor.

Georgie Kalvos arrived precisely when Collette said he would, and we
both called him Mr Kalvos respectfully; after all, he was the bank's
biggest customer. Even so, with just the three of us there, I would have
expected to see some signs of the relationship Collette had told me about.
I was more sure than ever that it had all been a joke.

On the other hand, things continued to go exactly as Collette had
predicted. They went off to the manager's office together and after I'd
locked the front doors and emptied the cash registers they were still in
there. Almost a quarter of an hour by then. Something more than checking
the payroll had to be going on in there, but what? Where they really
having sex together, or was Collette teaching him double entry book keeping
or something?

It was driving me crazy, not knowing. There was a way to find out
though - just to slip out very quietly into the corridor and listen for a
few seconds. Whatever was going on in the office, I should get a clue to
it from some very discreet eavesdropping. I'd like to say I had to
struggle with my conscience before I decided to do it, but the truth is
that my conscience was as curious as the rest of me.

When I tiptoed out into the gloomy corridor I was totally surprised to
find that the manager's office door was half opened. What was more, I
could hear Collette muttering softly and giggling. Like a cat being drawn
towards catmint I simply couldn't help taking a few more steps down the
corridor. And what I finally saw made me gasp and then clasp my hands to
my mouth to belatedly stifle the sound. For Collette was bent over the
desk, her back to the door. She was still wearing the white crisp blouse
which, with a dark skirt, was the bank's summer uniform. But she certainly
wasn't wearing her skirt, just a wispy pair of black panties, a black
suspender belt and uniform issue dark stockings. It was a sight which made
my heart jump, my mouth go dry and set my legs trembling.

For some reason I had a sudden mental picture of Collette standing in
her booth and calmly serving the customers the way she was now, perfectly
normal from the waist up and practically naked below. In fact I'd never
before seen panties like the ones she was wearing, of the thinnest silk and
briefest cut imaginable, panties which looked as if they would float like
thistle seed if somebody threw them into the air. In fact that seemed to
be exactly their raison d'etre, to be dragged off their wearer and tossed
carelessly aside by some lust crazed male. Even at the time I couldn't
help wondering where the shop was that she'd bought them from.

George appeared in the doorway, also with his back to me. In his hand
were what looked like a wad of bills. I saw him take one of them in his
other hand, fold it and slip it into Collette's stocking tops. Then the
same hand lifted up and gently caressed the gusset of her panties.
Collette giggled again, stirred around on the desk top and then hissed
approvingly. Her well rounded buttocks lifted up higher in an obvious
invitation to Georgie's fingers, which probed a line of blonde curls that
had suddenly appeared in the panties. I found myself blushing at the

For a second or so I actually thought her underwear had split open,
until I realised that they had an open gusset, that the panties were
actually designed that way, to reveal much more than they hid. At least my
curiousity was satisfied now about whether Georgie and Collette were indeed
having an affair. What also amazed me was that they hadn't even bothered
to close the door properly. Still, they certainly hadn't seen me and all I
had to do was to creep away softly from this embarrassing situation.

And it was then, when I tried to back away, that I found out how big a
mistake I'd made. Because the hem of my skirt tugged around my legs when I
tried to step back, just as a bell tinkled inside the office. I gasped in
horror and tried to flee but my dammed skirt seemed to be stuck in mid-air,
and then I heard the sound of tearing cloth as the bell kept on tinkling.
Georgie had already swung around towards the doorway. Panic stricken by
then, I bent over and brushed my hands over the places where the skirt
seemed to be held, then yelped as something small but viciously sharp
caught at my right palm. The door flew open, casting more light into the
corridor and finally letting me see what was happening.

On each white painted wall were tiny pieces of clear sticky tape,
opposite to each other and about two feet above the carpet. Stretched
between them was a length of very fine black fishing line which had been
invisible in the dimly lit corridor. And hanging from every inch of the
line were tiny black painted hooks with four barbs sticking out of each of
them, barbs with extremely sharp points. It was these which had gotten
caught up in my skirt. In total panic I made one last desperate attempt to
pull free of the hooks and achieved nothing but making one or two more rips
in it.

The bell tinkled again as if an impatient customer was waiting and
Georgie's laughter echoed it. He bent down and picked up another length of
fishing line which was obviously attached to the one with the hooks on.
The other end was just as obviously attached to the bell in the office.

Standing there with my mouth hanging open I stared at the man's grinning
face as I realised I had stumbled into a trap, a simple but very effective
one which had snared me as easily as a rabbit in a noose. Not only
trapped, but warning Georgie and Collette that I was standing out in the
corridor! What a fool I'd been!

Before I could even think of anything to say Georgie walked towards me,
grabbed my wrists, pulled me towards him and kissed me full on the lips. A
mingled and overpowering aroma of spearmint mouthwash and garlic went into
my nose and deep down into my lungs as I made a futile attempt to push him
away. It was like trying to shove a wall over. He simply lifted my wrists
up over my shoulders without the slightest effort, as though he were
dangling a rag doll.

"Beautiful girl, Yvonne. I like you so much," he said happily.

Behind him Collette was standing in the doorway, apparently not
embarrassed at all about the way she was dressed or what I'd seen them
doing. "I thought you'd come and have a look. That's great, now you can
see as much as you like."

"No, I don't want to see anything," I protested, still squirming
ineffectually in Georgie's iron grip.

"Then how come we've caught you snooping on us? That wasn't what I
asked you to do, that was something you decided to do yourself. Keep her
there, Georgie."

Collette walked towards me, around me, so she was facing George, then
quite calmly started undoing my belt!

"What do you think you're doing!" I protested.

Collette answered me in a totally unsympathetic way: "Sorry, but I guess
you've landed yourself right in it now, Yvonne. Don't panic though, nobody
is going to hurt you."

My muscles tensed, ready to fight or flee. But how could I do either
with Georgie holding my arms and my toes hardly touching the ground?

"As for what we're doing, we're protecting ourselves, Yvonne." Collette
continued briskly. "Look, this is a pretty dangerous game Georgie and I
are playing. If his wife were to find out about this we'd have the Trojan
wars all over again. Personally, I want to start my own business soon and
I'll probably need a bank loan. I wouldn't have much chance of getting one
if I was remembered as the girl who got fired from a bank herself for
getting screwed by the customers. So we have to be careful."

I made one more attempt to wriggle free from Georgie and then instantly
stopped as Collette unhooked the hook and eye at the skirt's waist. One
more such movement and it was clear that my skirt was going to slip down.

"Now, if you hadn't come into the corridor we wouldn't have bothered
about you. After all you couldn't have seen anything so you couldn't have
said for certain that anything was really going on. But you did come near
the office, you did see what was happening. It's a problem for us then, to
make sure you don't tell anybody else."

"You left the goddammed door open, didn't you? I wouldn't have seen
anything but for that!"

Collette laughed at my anger, reached out and toyed with my zipper tab.

"No you wouldn't have seen anything, so you would have crept up closer
to the door and listened instead, and you would have been just as certain
about what was going. We left the door open so that if the bell was rung
we could be out in the corridor before you ran away. Truth to tell, I
didn't think the fishhooks would work as well as they did. They were
Georgie's idea when we were planning this."

"What do you mean, planning it?"

"Well, it wouldn't have been much of a plan if you'd stayed out front as
you were supposed to. There wouldn't have been any problem either about
you telling tales on us."

I hastily shook my head in rebuttal: "There isn't any problem. I won't
tell anyone, I promise."

"Yeah, Yvonne maybe, but Georgie and I would be much surer of that if
you had as much to lose as we do." She jerked the zipper down and tweaked
the pleats on the skirt.

Even at that moment I was surprised about how Georgie was just standing
there, letting Collette do all the talking. I had already begun to realise
how strong a personality she had. Now I had a demonstration of how
ruthless she was as well as my skirt dropped down around my feet. Georgie
laughed and said something in Greek which sounded as if he was pleased.
His head was bent forward as he looked down at my legs.

"Oh, he likes you alright. He's been hoping like hell you'd come along,
haven't you, Georgie?"

I tried to speak calmly: "Please, Collette, what is it you want me to

She gave a little half smile, put her hands on my hips, lifted them
underneath my shirt, her fingertips scratched at my skin, and then went
down into the tops of my panties.

"Collette, no!"

"Ten . . nine . . eight . . seven . . and still coming down!"
Collette mocked me as she pulled my underwear down around my legs. Georgie
whoofed with glee at what she was doing. Because I was stretched up the
bottom of my shirt had been lifted almost to my waist and between the shirt and my stocking tops I was now totally naked. It was all a nightmare,
impossible, that I could be displayed like this in front of a leering old man.

"Collete, you're a bitch, a slut!" I cursed her.

"And you're a miserable fucking bitch, Yvonne. For God's sake put a
smile on your face and enjoy the party. And don't worry, you can come as
you are."

She laughed at the expression on my face, knelt down and finished
slipping the panties down to ankle height: "Off the deck, please, Georgie."

"OK", Georgie responded, lifting me completely off the carpet for the
second it took Collette to slip the waistband over my uniform lace-up
shoes. She knelt back and jerked the fishing line free of the wall, then
stood up holding my skirt and panties. "So that's it, Georgie. You can
let her go now."

My heels fell back onto the carpet with a perceptible jolt as he
released me: "You are OK, Yvonne?"

I'd actually started to massage my wrists before I realised how my shirt was still rucked up around my middle and hastily tugged it down. Even with
my shirt held down at full stretch and bending forward I was barely decent.

Collette stepped past and looked scornful: "You live in perpetual fear
of giving any man any pleasure, don't you, Yvonne?"

"Give me my clothes back."

"Hmmm. . . maybe your skirt, later. Maybe; but not these." She smiled
and held up my panties, turning over the waistband and looking at them
closely. "When you were unpacking in your room I noticed this neat habit
you have of inking your name on all your clothing. It's a hangover from
school camp days you've got to stop, Yvonne. The last thing a smart young lady should is to put her name in indian ink on her undies. You never know
where they may turn up. Like these, for example."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I'm going to put these and your skirt away in the safe and
keep them locked up until Georgie and I are finished. Afterwards, I'll
give you your skirt back but not these little charmers. Right at the back
of the safe are a pile of mortgage files that usually only get taken out
once every six months. So I'm going to tuck these away in those files.
Which will make it an interesting situation, because there's only two keys
to the safe, the manager's and mine. If you keep quiet about Georgy and me
I'll take these out before the mortgages get checked. On the other hand,
if rumors should start up in the town about wild goings on in the bank,
then old pumkin-head might get a tip-off to take a close look inside his
safe. Maybe he'll get a notion you somehow managed to plant your panties inside it because you've got an uncontrollable passion for him."

Collette laughed at the idea, and no wonder. The manager was so fat he
could hardly waddle and his head did look uncannily like a halloween mask.
Not that it stopped him making fresh remarks to all the girls, which was
about the only fresh thing about him, as he had a body odour problem like a
garbage truck. As for the idea of him finding my underwear tucked away in
the back of the office safe - well, the ensuing interview was just

"Collette -you can't do that! Please!"

Her response was to bend down in front of the safe and to put away not
only my skirt but hers as well, folding them up neatly as she did so. With
George standing beside her there was no way I could even try to stop her.
Then she pulled out a couple of the files from the back of the safe and
made a big thing of blowing dust off the covers.

"If you think about things for a few minutes, Yvonne, I guess you'll
soon realise there's a way I don't have to do this. After all, it would be
a pity for all of us if pumpkin-head were to find these accidentally
through spring cleaning his safe or something." She pushed the panties inside one of the covers and replaced the files.

It seemed clear enough, even in my naivete, what she was suggesting. I
didn't want to say it out openly though, that if I did for Georgie what she
was clearly prepared to do for him, then I would be just as implicated as
she was. And if I was as guilty as she was there'd be no need for any
blackmailing items left in the safe because there was no way I would dare
talk about any of this.

Georgie grinned at me as Collette relocked the safe and stood up,
hanging the key back around her neck on a thin silver chain. As soon as
she was upright he grunted impatiently, caught her by the scruff of her
neck and pushed her back towards the desk. Collette giggled and leaned
forward over the side, in the same position as when I'd first seen her.
Georgie went down on his knees, hooked his fingers into the split gusset of
her panties, pulled them apart and then buried his face into her bottom
like a bear snuffling for honey. Collette laughed and raised her buttocks
again to give him room to work. She looked to her side, towards me, with a
sardonic smile.

"Haven't you run away, yet, Yvonne?"

"No," I replied, my mouth incredibly dry. "No, I haven't run away. How
far could I run, dressed like this?"

Collette giggled, partly at what I was saying and partly because of what
Georgie's tongue was doing to her. "Why don't you make yourself useful,
then? Go to the other side of the desk, where Georgie can see you, and
take off your shirt for him."

It seemed to take ages before my feet began moving. Even longer before
I was standing in front of Collette's head with Georgie's keen eyes looking
up at me like a feeding eagle's from over her prone back. My eye was
caught by a length of thin black thread which went from underneath the desk
to the top handle of the filing cabinet, a small shiny bell like a
christmas tree decoration hanging from it. Obviously it was the bell I'd
heard giving the alarm when I'd been caught. Once again I felt angry
astonishment at how easily I'd fallen into the trap. But I'd only fallen
into the trap because I'd fallen into temptation and now I must do my

Standing behind the manager's padded chair, I was just about decently
shielded as I began to unbutton the front of my shirt. Colette was
glancing up frequently and still gasping in delight at Georgie's handiwork
- tongue work - whilst I worked my way down the buttons, wondering how it
could be that I was managing to undo them with my fingers trembling so
much. When I slipped the shirt off my arms and put it down across the top
of the chair, I was left with only my bra and jewellery above my waist, and
only my stockings and suspenders behind the chair.

"Very nice girl, Yvonne. You are very beautiful." I looked up from my
discarded shirt and saw that Georgie was leaning back on his haunches, open
mouthed and his swarthy face even darker than I could remember seeing it
before. Both of his hands were exploring Collette where his mouth has just
been, though it seemed to be something he was less interested in doing so
than in looking and talking to me.

"Turn that chair around and sit on it," Collette demanded.

Wondering what she had in mind I did as she wanted, now with my back to
her. I heard her moving and felt her behind me, just before the chair was
dragged around again. Collette had turned it, with Georgie still on the
other side of the desk, standing now and grinning widely at me as I made a
last futile effort to protect my modesty by putting my hands in my lap.
Her sharp fingernails dug into my earlobes, painfully.

"Hands on top of the armrests, honey, and knees wide apart. Here's
where the fun really starts for you."

Georgie sank back down onto the carpet, behind the desk and out of
sight, before appearing again as he crawled underneath it, his thick black
hair moving up between my black stockings. I felt the tickling of his
mustache's ends against my sensitive skin and gasped. Georgie laughed,
pressed against me even closer and put his tongue against my bush of pubic
hairs, dampening them. At the same moment he released a catch on the side
of the chair which he seemed to be very familiar with and I slumped
backwards. When the chair had settled back into the new position I could
see Collette looking down at me with interest, and Georgie's face peering
up at me with even more interest.

"It's like being in a dentist's chair, but without the pain, just lots
of pleasure," Collette encouraged me. "All we need now is a couple more
adjustments. Lift your legs up and put them on the desk."

Georgie's hands seemed remarkably rough and calloused as he put them
behind my knees, on the soft hot skin underneath the nylon stockings. He
helped me lift my legs up until I could rest the heels of my shoes on top
of the desk, and I hoped to God I wasn't marking the polished wooden
surface. Georgie seemed far more interested in the wet mark he'd made on
me, blowing softly on the place. This couldn't be happening, not in the
bank, not with a man's eyes only inches away from the most intimate part of
my body, not with his breath fluttering against a dampness that was more
and more my own involuntary reaction to that first touch of his tongue.

It all seemed so much a lunatic's dream that I hardly noticed Collette
unhooking the front of my bra and pulling the cups apart. Georgie looked
up and flashed his white teeth as Collette's fingernails clamped themselves
like kitten's claws around my tightening nipples. "OK, Georgie boy, I've
kept my side of the deal. She's all yours."

Again I felt the stiff hairs on Georgie's upper lip scratching me, again
I felt the warmth and wetness of his tongue working against me, probings
its target area with practised skill. It was like having an electric eel
swimming into me, an indescribable sensation.

"Deal - what deal?" I gasped

"Oh, Georgie always paid a nice fat bonus for the fun of fucking me and
Susie together. As soon as he saw you he offered me the same deal again if
I could get you to join in. And it looks as if he's going to have to pay

"No - no. I won't. . ." Even as I was making the denial I was gripping
the armrests of the chair like an astronaut during blastoff and beginning
to moan with pleasure. Colette nipped my trapped nipples in her nails and

"Yeah, sure, honey, you're just cock teasing him and there's no way
you're going to get fucked every which way. To tell the the truth though,
from where I'm standing, it looks like money in the bank."

Georgie leaned back and looked up at me, as if judging the results of
his handiwork so far. His hands settled on my thighs, slid over the
stocking tops, the thumbs touched my pussy and spread the lips apart as if
he was opening an oyster before tasting the meat inside.

"Yvonne, you are a beautiful girl, and I think this is your first time
with a man, yes?"

I didn't want to say anything, I only nodded, and Collette whooped with
joy, giving me two more painful pinches. "Oh, great, another bonus! I
just wish I could put it on your cubicle card for the customers to read -
bank teller in training and recent ex-virgin!"

Georgie leaned forward again, licking me until I was wriggling around in
the chair, the regular creaking noise from underneath it counterpointing my
panting as I wondered how much more of this I could stand. Not only was
that tongue driving me crazy, Collette was continually flicking at my
straining nipples with her nails. She chuckled as she saw my fingers
stroking through Georgie's hair and heard me whimpering like a trapped

"Honey, I think I'd better get the altar ready so we can sacrifice a
virgin who looks like she badly needs it!"

Collette was absolutely right, of course, by then I wanted Georgie
Kalvos more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life, more than I'd
believed it was possible to want anything. Watching with bulging eyes I
saw her go to the sofa at the side of the office, pick up the square seat
squabs and put them down on the top of the desk, only pausing for a second
as I suddenly squealed. Georgie had pushed a massive finger straight up my
bottom and I was clenched around it like a thanksgiving turkey being
stuffed. When he scratched me inside with his fingernail I arched back so
much I thought the chair was going to topple over.

"Behave yourself, Georgie," Collette said mildly as if he was a naughty
schoolboy. "I think you need to lie down and regain your strength for a
minute or two."

As always, he did as she told him, and did it straight away, coming out
from underneath the desk and standing up. At least it was a relief to have
that finger removed.

"That's the wonderful thing about men," Collette said to me. "As long
as they can screw themseves stupid they're as easy to control as
carthorses. Just remember, Yvonne, men are tool using animals and women are
men using animals."

There never was any doubt about Collette, she was a natural born brothel
keeper right from the beginning. Going back to the sofa she collected the
two loose cushions and stacked them at one end of the desk.

"I suppose I'd better undress you as well, hadn't I?" She was speaking
to Georgie again as if he was a little boy, smirking like an indulgent
mother as she showed her skill at loosening belts again, this time the one
around Georgie's pants. Then she glanced at me, expression and voice
changing instantly as if she was talking to a slave.

"Yvonne, kneel down here and unlace Georgie's shoes."

I struggled to get out of the chair, walked unsteadily around the desk
and got down on the carpet in front of them. I had a sudden fear I was
going to pull at the wrong ends of the laces and turn them into unworkable
knots and Georgie would get mad at me. But instead, the laces fell apart
easily and the brown loafers - I can see them still - slipped off his feet.
He took a step back from them as Collete walked around between us, lowering
Georgie's pants. She knelt down in front of him as she did so, and Georgie
rested his hands briefly on her shoulders as he lifted his legs out of the
pants. It was like watching a pair of ballroom dancers going through a
well-rehearsed routine.

She stood up again, still facing him and walked backwards towards the
desk. "Come on, Georgie boy, time to let us do the work." He moved with
her, again as if they were dancing face to face, until I saw her fingers
were holding onto the huge erection that jutted out in front of him like
the boom of a crane. It looked like the ones I'd seen in the blue pictures
the girls at school had passed around, but I'd never imagined anything that
size in real life, no matter how big the man. I couldn't believe a normal
looking girl like Collette had been taking that monster into her. God help

Georgie lay back on top of the desk, his head on the cushions and his
cock standing up in its swollen pride. Collette put her hand on it again,
gently teasing the outer skin up and down in short movements.

"OK, you come and stand between his legs, Yvonne."

I did as she wanted, while Collette continued to play with Georgie as
she smiled at me.

"The Queen of England is married to a Greek - did you know that? I
wonder if she does this for him. . . ". She leaned forward, her carefully
pinned hair staying exactly in place, and licked the head of his cock, then
put her mouth over it and slowly bobbed her head up and down for a few
seconds as Georgie groaned with pleasure. After that she stood upright
again, smiling even more widely.

"I hope you're watching closely, Yvonne, because this is what you're
going to be doing every Thursday afternoon from now on."

My throat was too constricted to say anything. All I could do was to
nod my head in a kind of stupified daze. "Take a hold of it then,"
Collette said. "It won't bite you - it may do a lot of other things to
you, but it won't bite."

I put my fingers where hers had been, astonished at the heat of the skin
and the power of the blood pulsing through the swollen veins. It was as if
all the force in Georgie's body had gathered together in this one limb with
a temporary life of its own that demanded everybody else's attention.
Tentatively, I tweaked the tiny amount of play in the tightly stretched
skin as Collette had done. It was a surprise to me that he reacted in the
same way as he had done to her, muttering with obvious pleasure.

"Watch this," she said, and scratched between his thighs at the bottom
of his two crinkled up testicles. Georgie gasped and twitched in what
seemed like an involuntary reaction. "Works every time," she said smugly.
"Practice it for a while."

As I did so, holding the cock with one hand and scratching underneath
his balls, Georgie jerked up and down in response looking at me and also at
Collette as she swiftly took off her shirt I thought sourly that it was
something of a change for her to be taking off her own clothes instead of
everybody else's.

Her bra straps she slid off her shoulders and then tugged the big pink
cups down around her waist. Afterwards she went to the other end of the
desk and put her hands underneath the cushions, raising Georgie's head a
few more inches. He laughed and reached up, taking her fat boobs fully in
his hands, but still staring at me.

"Take your tit harness off as well, honey. You may not be as big as me
but you've got a nice pair."

There was no point in keeping it on anyway, it was still hanging open
and hiding nothing. I took it off, threw it onto the chair and wondered
what would happen if old pumpkin head walked into his office right now -
the only consolation was that there was probably an excellent chance he'd
drop dead on the spot from a heart attack.

"OK, bend over Georgie and rub your tits around his cock." Collette
sounded very breathless herself now, probably because of the way Georgie's
fingers were mashing her nipples.

I did as she wanted, astounded again by the heat and energy inside that
jutting phallus symbol as it pressed up against me whilst I slithered
around on top of it.

"Lick his stomach, Yvonne. Lick it."

His skin down in front of me was lighter coloured than his face, what
little of it I could see under what seemed like an incredible amount of
body hair. Nobody had ever told me that men had fur all over them. There
were bars of bright light from the setting sun coming through the blinds
and lying across his body in golden stripes, one of them centered exactly
over his belly button.

Still rubbing myself against his cock, I leaned forward and started
licking where the sunlight had fallen, as if I was worshipping nature
itself by poking my tongue into that furry little depression. It didn't
seem too much of a fanciful thought, not as I was, spreadeagled out on top
of a body of awesome strength and roughness that was so obviously ready to
start rutting like a stag in season. I heard Collette gasp with pain and
knew why, having experienced the power of Georgie's grip myself.

"Alright, Yvonne, down on your knees."

I knew their eyes were totally fixed on me as I lowered myself down
between Georgie's muscular thighs, holding his shaft tightly with my right
hand. When I flicked it I saw him squeeze Collette's boobs so hard her
white flesh bulged out between his fingers as if it were new mixed dough.
She flicked her head back with her mouth hanging open, somewhere between
pain and ecstasy. When his grip eased she spoke to me.

"You've never sucked a man's cock before?"

There didn't seem any point in being shy about anything now.

"No, I haven't," I answered her, though my voice was hardly more than a

She gasped again at Georgie's handling, then looked down at him.
"You're going to be the first man she ever does this for. You're going to
be the first one she ever gives a blow job, the first man who ever fucks
her. You'll pay for that?"

Georgie barked back something in Greek, then said: "Yes - yes,
everything I said!"

"Watch her then. Yvonne, lean forward, keep your face up. Lick him
first, at the top of his cock, then up and down the back of it, and then
his balls - do it slowly, slowly."

She was still holding Georgie's head up so he could watch me as I obeyed
the orders. Suddenly I found the courage to look back directly into his
eyes as I moved closer and began my novice attempt at the ritual of female
submission. As the the tip of my tongue touched the tip of his erection he
snorted as a stallion would and those dominating eyes flickered like loose
light globes. Suddenly I realised that this wasn't something nasty or
obscene, it was fun. Firstly, I was giving him back the pleasure he'd
given me, and, even more satisfying, as I was doing it he kept on mangling
Collette's tits and making her gasp with pain. About time that fat
arrogant bitch got a taste of her own medicine, I thought.

It was too good to last though. He finally let her go and she pulled
herself up onto the desk and on top of him on her hands and knees. All
Georgie had to do was to wait until she could position her pussy over his
mouth and he was pulling her panties apart again to lick her. Collette
immediately returned the compliment by bending forward towards me.

"I'll lick his cock, you lick his balls."

I was almost reluctant to give Georgie up to her but I did so, and moved
my tongue down to wet the tightly crinkled sacs of flesh at the bottom of
his shaft. Georgie was making muffled sounds of delight. I wondered if he
might come now and whether he would think he'd got his money's worth if he
did. It seemed to me that he was likely to come in Collette's mouth and
that would be it for the day, with him being such an old guy and all. If
I'd known anything at all about Georgie's powers of recuperation I'd have
known better. But what happened instead was that he suddenly gave Collette
a tremendously loud double slap on the cheeks of her ass. She lifted
herself up and lifted her head from his cock, giving the shiny wet tip a
final rub with her thumb.

"It's all yours now, Yvonne. It's fucking time and you're the one
that's got to find a home for this."

"Oh God! What's it like, Collette - please?"

She giggled: "Nothing to worry about, honey - the only thing you'll
notice afterwards is that you've started walking like John Wayne!"

Georgie must have heard what she said, even with her thighs clamped over
his ears, because he laughed loudly. Then Colette was quickly sliding off
the desk on one side and Georgie was standing up in front of me. He
grabbed my breasts, each one almost covered by a huge hand and waltzed us
around in a second, so I was pressed against the desk. Then he lifted me
by my tits as I yelled out and clung to his forearms, before going
backwards and down, the edge of the desk behind my knees and the leather
seat squabs underneath me. Georgie squatted down, grabbed my ankles and
lifted them up above his shoulders, looking down at me with a odd, almost
solemn look on his face as Collette pushed a cushion under my head. She,
of course, was still laughing.

"We'll make you comfortable, Yvonne, and then the doctor can start his
de-virginising operation."

The other cushion she pushed underneath my butt and George stepped
closer, his hands slipping down to my knees as I saw my shoes raised up
towards the ceiling until he laces were hanging down.

"One minute, Georgie, one minute, and then you can fuck her stupid ..."
She went off to where a briefcase was in the corner, opened the lid and
came rushing back with a roll of money. Georgie lowered my legs onto his
shoulders and started pushing the bills into the tops of my nylons as I'd
seen him do to Collette.

"This is a union job, Yvonne," Collette said. "Nobody does anything for
the boss here for free." She reached down between us. "Yvonne, I'd like to
introduce you to Georgie's prick, and Georgie, say hallo to Yvonne's cunt."

I could feel the head of that huge cock pushing past my lips as she
guided him into me. "Any last words as a virgin, honey?"

"God yes, fuck me, Georgie, please," I begged him.

And so he did. Inch by inch, with my pussy muscles clamping tight
around his erection as I locked my fingers around his neck. He head came
down, his lips on mine, puffs of garlic and mint flavored air were blowing
into my nose once more, then the same tongue which had been licking my cunt was now deep inside my mouth. My tongue against his, his body driving
against mine, that huge cock reaming into me and Collette whispering into
our ears.

"Fuck her, George, fuck her until she screams. Fuck the silly little
bitch stupid!"

George did exactly that, until I had to turn my head away and let out
the cries within me as I climaxed in a crescendo of pain and ecstasy, ready
to die myself and just as ready to die for this man who'd made me feel more
alive than I'd ever done before. A second - an eternity - later, our
tongues were writhing against each other as his hot seed pumped into my
womb. When he finally got off me his sweat soaked shirt peeled away from
my breasts and stomach like a snake's skin as I gulped for air.

Later still I was kneeling on the floor in front of the chair, licking
off my own blood and love juice from George's cock. Collette showed me
what to do to bring it to life with my mouth, an impatience inside my newly
conquered cunt to be used again matching George's resurgent manhood. But
this time it was different treatment, bent over the desk with Collette
holding my ears as George rubbed grease up my anus with a finger which
seemed twice as big as it had the first time, and the fingernail twice as

"What are you doing ... ?"

"He's going to put his cock up your ass," Collette chuckled.


George's hands grabbed my buttocks as if they were plundered treasure -
which I guess they were - and held them firmly captive as he made his grand
entrance into me from behind. I couldn't believe he was doing this to me,
I couldn't believe Collette was helping him by holding as firmly to my ears
as Georgie was to my ass. But it was true, and my eyes were watering more
than enough to prove it.

George pinned the tops of my legs against the edge of the desk with my
sphincter ring being forced open: I made a last incoherent plea for mercy,
Collette laughed and George rammed into me as if I was a novice bullfighter
suddenly hit by a ton of testosterone charged meat. Not only was I pushed
forward, so was the desk, so was Collette, until the roller chair she was
sitting in was against the wall. Not that I cared because I was sure I was
going to die on the spot. I felt like an hen trying to lay an ostrich egg,
I felt like a victim of Vlad the impaler, and Collette had to force my face
down onto one of the cushions on top of the desk to stifle my screams and

"For God's sake, shut up, Yvonne. You sound like Donald Duck getting a
flying fuck."

Yeah, from Dumbo, the flying elephant. But all I could think of was
what she'd said before, about walking like John Wayne. Walking wasn't
going to be my problem from now on but sitting down surely would be. Then
George put his hands underneath me to finger my tingling cunt and I was
slamming my forearms on top of the desk like a surrendering wrestler as the
Greek became my partner again in another orgastic blow up. I slipped off
the desk and lay in a tangle of arms and legs with my man, both of us as
weak as kittens.

I wouldn't have cared if I'd been dragged out into the middle of the
town and left in the old colonial stocks the way I was, stark naked and
still hot from my sins. In fact it was a fate which would have been a lot
easier to live with than what Collette was planning to blackmail me into
doing. And I'd never even heard yet about the Blessing of the Fleet and
what the special treat was that Georgie was planning to give his skippers.
Or - to be more precise - who the treat was.


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