Corporate Seduction

[shy son]

OOC: story is set in LONDON, UNITED KINGDOM

IC: My name is Fred, until a couple of months ago my life was very odinary. Then, SHE walked into my life.

I was happily settling into my job as the accounts top dog. Having graduated from University a couple of years ago. I was now 23 and enjoying being the hot shot calling the plays within the corporation. I was good at my job, I was making the owner money, hand over foot. Ok, so some of my deals were bordering on unethical but never illegal.

One day the owner took it upon himself to appoint a TAX consultant. The owner and sole sharholder of the company Mr Philips came into my office one afternoon.

Fred, he said, I know you've been making me money since you joined here. Its come to my attention that some of your delas are bordering on unsafe.

"SO WHAT!!, do you care?. I'm making you money" I replied.

He adjusted himself a second. I thought, shit, had I overstep the mark.

He calmly continued " Thats why I've employed a TAX CONSULTANT from the United States. She can advise you."

"Oh bloody hell Derek. why the hell are you drafting in a YANK? does she know anything about British Taxation?" I started to fiddle with thr plastic ruler on my desk.

"I'm starting to expand some operations into the States, thats the other reason I drafted her in. I can tell you now, the reason I got her in is to kepp your activities in check. I dont need a visit from the customs & excise people or the Inland Revenue snooping around. I've got enough problems n my plate." He said this stooped over my desk.

I could see from the look in his face that this was going to be the law and there would be no going back. He started to walk out of my office. Before leaving, he turned and said

"Her names Victoria Brice, she'll be coming in on Monday. Shes in her thirties. Be careful Fred, your seductive charms might work on that young secretary and all the other young ladies. But victorias seen, heard and done it all and wont be taken in easily."

That confirmed it, This Brice girl was going to be a permanent feature in the office. I could see why Derek had done it. He wanted a saftey leash for me. I was starting to get frustrated. DAM! I banged my hand down on the table.

I pushed the intercom button " Kate! get in here now!"

 

[Clarrissa]

Tory sat on the plane her face screwed up from the frustration she was feeling. She had not really wanted to take this position,l but she had been proded into it. It so went against the grain to be bested by a man. She had won out in all the negotiations for this contract except for one fact, she had to travel to the UK. Tory hated to fly and worse she was not overly fond of the UK.

Sitting on the plane fidgeting as it was, the stupid flight was late and her folder containing the contacts listed the comptroller as a person named Fred. FRED, what kind of name is Fred. It is so simplistic so primative. Lord this was going to be hell and she knew it.

The plane finally landed and thank god the limo waited for her because getting a cab here would be murder she had not had time to make any money conversions and being dead tired she was in no mood to deal with it now.

Settling back into the limo she instructed the driver to take her directly to the hotel she was to be staying in until she could secure a flat for her unplanned move. Thank God the company was helping her with this, she hated moving too and it was such a bother to pack. Belongings to be sorted, what to bring, what to give away.

"OOOOOH" sighing deeply I shifted in my seat grateful for the quiet of the limo to sort out my thoughts.
"Fred eh?, Well Fred", thinking to herself, " we shall see just what kind of stuff you are made of my good man. I will not put up with a wishy washy little man, or an overbearing pompas ass. Stay out of my way and do your job and we shall get along just fine". Resolving in her own mind what she would do the next day when she made her debute in the office, she settled back into the seat and began to relax.

 

[shy son]

When the alarm clock rang it startled Fred awake. He reached for his forehead and laid there as the clock continued to sound it dual tone ring.

Fuck, he thought, Monday morning. He reached his hand out and stop the alrm from ringing. He began his daily routine for getting for work. Fumblng about his room looking for a shirt to iron. He found one lying on the floor, it was only a day old that'll do. He picked it up and chucked it on the bed.

In his half sleepy mode he accidentally stubbed his tow on some weights his brother had given him lastt christmas. Verbal extrememities proceeded to spill from his mouth. This was not a good sign of things to come.

In his mind thoughts of Victoria Brice ran through his mind. Thoughts of how to probe and gauge any weaknesses. I'll show Derek, give me a month and I'll be running my old plays for the business and I'll have her eating out of my hand.

Half an hour later, he had groomed himself for his first days battle in the office. checking himself in the mirror and giving himself a prep talk. You can do this he toldhimself, you are the man. you are the man, these were the words he kept on repeating over and over again.

Checking his watch, he was on schedule, being much earlier than usual. He wanted to be the first into the office today to create an impression and get one up on this Brice. He had some loose ends to tie up, on Friday he had ran a check on all his projects, payments as well as cash flow. He had a few bits left over to finish today which he wanted to get over with before her arrival.

He nodded to the security guard as he entered the building and smiled at the cleaning lady who usually had left by the time Fred got to work.

Before going to the security of his own office, he decided a cup of coffee was needed to kick start the day. entering the kitchen, he went about making himself a cup of corner, when out of the corner of his eye henoticed a coffee perculator. He looked at it, it was new and noticed from the liquid markings that someone had already poured themselves a cup.

 

[Nemo200]

Victoria Brice

Victoria pulled back her red hair as she sat down at the kitchen table she had came early to the office for the meeting whit what was his name againg yeah Fred who she was going to work whit But as she had entered his room noone was there.
Victoria was one of the morning poeples so she had asked the security guard whereshe found the kitchen as she entred the kitchen she noticed a coofee machine
"oh so the english drinks other things than tea " She thougth for herself a little amused being from the states she had been told that most of the englishmen adored tea..
She smiled and poured up a big cup off black coffee and decided to wait for Fred he should be at work soon or that was what his secretary kate had told her

 

[shy son]

closed thread - no more people

OOC : sorry nemo200, this is a closed story now. Clarrissa is already writing for the part of victoria.
To everyone else, Please do not write yourselves in unless i ask.
i hope you, the readers find great pleaure in ready this collabaration between myself and clarrissa.
Thank you !

 

[Clarrissa]

Victoria

Sitting at the table waiting Tory started to fidgit. Waiting was not a strong suit and she was not liking the figures she saw on the laptop that Mr. Philips has forwarded to her prior to the trip over. The expense reports showed way to much in customer discounts than what would even remotely be called customary and the cost of goods was out of line by at least a 25 percent margin. She was going to have to go in and do a physical inventory and she just hated doing that. Tapping her wrist thoughtfully she watched the clock, hmmm Fred had better be in soon or she was going to start with out him.

Sipping her coffee she tasted the bitter brew and decided some cream was in order. Locating some in the small office refrigerator she poured it into the cup and returned to her position at the table. She was pleased with the result of her moringing routine, the black wool suit with short skirt and jacket was just the thing for a first morning appearance. The stark white silk blouse showed off a bit of cleavage, but was sexy not slutty. The black silk stocking and fine leather pumps gave her the confidence she needed to see this meeting through.

Idly tapping her coffee cup with her fingernail she thought back to last week, why in the hell did she let Jenny her hair dresser dye her hair red. She recieved many compliments but it was not her, looking in the mirror was seeing a stranger. Tommorow she would find a beautician and have it dyed back to her honey brown one way or another.

Sipping the coffee again Tory decided to locate the ladies room and touch up her makeup before the owner came in, good impressions are made only once. Taking her bag and heading down the hall she found the ladies facilities and proceeded to freshen up. Finishing she headed back down to the small office kichen. She stopped when she heard a sound coming from the kitchen, the sound of a cup being stirred. Hmmm pehpas Fred did show up on time after all she thought to herself before entering.

Stepping through the door way, "Good Morning, you must be Fred right?" ,extending a well manicured hand as she approached him. "I am Victoria Brice, the tax accountant Mr. Phillips contracted". Giving Fred the once over Tory decided to wait before passing judgement on the comptroller.

 

[shy son]

meeting victoria

Fred was taken aback, he was just about to bring the cup to his mouth. When a stunning red head he had not seen before smiled at him and extended her hand. Some words left her mouth, but all those were lost as he lost himself in surveying this attractive creature.

Pulling himself to together, he extended his hand in return and gave her a strong firm but tender grip handshake. So, he thought this was the face of the enmey, bloody hell i did;nt even get a drop of wake up juice inside me on the first day and she's already in my face.

For the next few minutes Fred proceeded to initate the idle chit chat mode to gauge for any weaknesses. From the tone of her voice, Fred could sense she knew what he was up to and that she was capable of returning the favour.

Ideas started running through Freds head on how he could seduce her like the other girls he encountered in his office career.

He kicked himself for not breaking open that new white shirt he had brought at the weekend. Anything would have been better than this roughly ironed one day old shirt.

There was something special about Victoria, Fred could not put his finger on it. His heart began to flutter out of control as he inhaled a whiff of her aroma.

Dereks words of warning came ringing back into his head. However, he could still sense some sensual energy oozing from her under that tough exterior. This meant she was still open for a crack and not off limits.

Fred noticed some red dye on the torys scalp. Time for brownie point number one.

"Thats a nice hair do you've got there." he said in innocent casualness. he waited a few seconds to make it look like he was thinking.

"what would be better if you were a natural brown though." Adding a wry school boy smile with a twinkle in his eye.

With that he started walking away back to his office, giving himself a mental high five. Praising himself for a knack with being able to tame most girls by saying the sweetest of words.

 

[Clarrissa]

Victoria Brice

Tory stood for a moment stunned at Fred's comment about her hair. In the span of three seconds he had managed to get her ire peaked right off the scale. "What an upstart to even mention something like that" , she stood thinking to herself before she could not contain a remark back.

"oh Fred," she called back, " A very nice shirt you have there, Perry Ellis is it? what a pitty your maid cant iron properly". Turning on her heels she went back into the kitchen, collected up her laptop and notes, along with the coffe cup and made her way to the corner office she would now be occupying per the arraingements made with Mr. Phillips.

Popping her head into Fred's doorway on the way to her own office she decided it was time for round two. "Fred, some of the numbers here just don't quite match the budgets and prior year averages, I was going to go over them with you, but being you are very busy . . . . " purposefuly leaving a lag in her voice, " I will conduct a physical inventory myself, I suppose we can meet up later today and I will let you know my findings."

Tory made off down the hall trying to be very casual about it, but could not help letting her heels tap on the floor of the hall as she walked. She knew she had gotten his goat.

Sitting down at her desk she surveyed the office. Good thing she brought a change of clothes with her, she hated to get her good silk blouce dirty. Sitting back against her chair she folded her arms up under her chest nibbling on her lower lip thoughtfully. Thinking to herself, " Well round one went to him let see how round two goes, such a shame the enemy is so cute".

 

[shy son]

fred calls in favours

Fred started to get agigtated, he was used to being the one in control. This Victoria had already started to get on his wick and she had only been at the office for less than an hour. However, Fred could not help admire the proffessional steel this Amercian lady was showing. As well as that curvy ass and that full swell of her bussoms. He smiled to himself as he thought about those gorgeous assets she possessed.

Well Vicotira lets see how tough you can be, you wanna check the stores yourself, go ahead be my guest. He picked up his phone and scrolled through his rolladex.

"Hello, Colin, Good Mornning to you. Listen I got this really annoying lady whos' started working in here... yeah thats right the new lady that Derek employed form the states." He started to fidget with the phone cord. Colin was the stores manager.

"Do me a favour and pull rank on her, tell her you dont fall under her authority and that you are the number one guy in terms of stores. Tell her shes got to come to me for prior approval before she can snoop around to do her physical inventory check. colin, keep all your stores gents busy doing other stuff, no need to tie up your lads is there?. " He sneered as his plan cam together.

Colin was a decent chap, all those rounds of beers he had bought him on Fridays were paying off. So victoria, what you gonna do now? He had a mental image of Victoria storming back into he new little cubby hole of an office and cryiing her eyes out. In the back ofhis mind a seed of guilt was building, some how Fred knew that victoria had all the experience she needed to handle a situation like that.

Oh well, cross that bridge when it comes he thought to himsellf. he kicked back and reclined in his leather high back chair.

A thought of Victoria clambering over the dusty shelves and shifting some of the brick-a brack made him chuckle to himself. there had been reports of mice down there as well. What a complete ass hole he was!

Freds thoughts reverted back to he could seduec this woman to persuade her to see things his way. he reached for the phone to dial her extension.... quickly thinking of an excuse... she would need to buroow some wellington boots if she was going to go on any of the work sites as well as ahi-vi jacket. Fred clamed up as he heard the phone start to ring. Quickly replacing the handset on back. what was he doing? she was the enemy. thoughts of confusion ran through his head. he could not help having flash backs to that meeting in the kitchen when he first saw her. He felt that sexiness oozzing from her. Wait a moment, he paused his flashback and was sure she was flirting back with him. Had he been mistaken?

 

[Clarrissa]

Victoria Brice

Tory sat at her desk shuffling papers before she flipped the lap top open. Loading up her spreadsheets she made some mental notes about what areas to consentrate on when doing the inventory. After satisfying herself she was well prepared she close the computer. Glancing over to the corner of her office she made note of the good size duffle in the corner. Sha had the forethought to pack for a trample in the stores and the worksites.

Sitting back she crossed her arms, chewing on her lip throughtfully she decided the best way to approach this inventory inspection. Mr. Phillips had given her Carte Blanche on what she needed to do, but she knew that she would meet with opposition being the newcomer she was not going to be greeted with open arms. Rising up she decided it would be best to approach Mr. Phillips and get his input and let him pave the way, after all this was his company and she had accepted this contract reluctantly, if he wanter her here he could deal with his staff.

Getting up Tory grabbed her note pad and headed down the hall to the exective office. Knocking on the door she recieved the go ahead to enter. . . .
15 minutes later Tory left the office of Mr. Phillips satisfied he would make sure that she received the co-operation she needed to get the job done in the least amount of time.

Walking down the hall she passed her own door and decided to pay the "uppity' comptroller a visit. Knocking on the door although it was open she waited until she got the go ahead to enter.

" I just came from Mr. Phillips office, he assured me I would be well recived down in the stores area. I do intend to inspect some but not all of the job sites. I had intended to get started this morning, but I want to complete some final calculatons [thnking to stall for time] before heading out to the trenches." Tory watched Fred's face for any sign of opposition, but could detect nothing but a wry ammusement at her taking to the trecnches. Tory surmised that Fred must be thinking of her trapsing around in her office attire. Scanning her eyes around she took note of his office, not overly personal but comfortable. Continuing on, " I shall finish up my calculations before lunch than plan on heading out after I eat. I was wondering if you could direct me to a local restaurant that has decent food. Being the newcomer I am not familiar with this area and well . . ", raising her eyes to meet his she watched for a reaction, letting just a bit of hummor twinkle in them. Tory purposely left the statement unfinished to see how Fred would react. Tory toyed with the idea of asking him to join her, but then that would be inviting the enemy into ones own camp wouldn't it?

 

[shy son]

Muffins

Fred looked up from his paperprison that surrounded his desk.

"Theres a sandwich shop just around the corner, I go there in the mornings for my MUFFINS." As he said the word muffins he let a wry smile escape from his lips as well as looking directly right into her eyes. Making sure he made 100% contact.

In his mind he was capturing her figure, reminding himself of every intricate contour. She had still not lost that mysterious awe that he detected when they first met that morning. A whiff of summer scented breeze floated towards him. This must be her scent. He tapped and fiddled with his pencil smiling as he prepared and expected for some sarcastic remark from this American lady to his genuine if not flirtious remark.

 

[Clarrissa]

Victoria Brice

Tory couldn't help inwardly laughing at the reference to muffins. Fred outwardly appeared by all accounts to be a stuffy Brit however, his wry sense of humor was somewhat refreshing and she had not met a good verbal sparing partner for some time.

Smiling back a flirtacious smile of her own she quipped back in mild sacasm, " Muffins hmmmm? You strike me more of a crumpet man Fred and just how do you like muffins ? ", raising her brow in mock speculation at the question. Tory knew this was an outward flirt but could not help herself, always enjoying the game.

Before giving him time to reply she turned to leave "Thank you for the recomendation Fred, perhaps I may see you there in the morning just for a muffin."

Turning and walking down the hall she mentally scored one point for herself. This round went to her.

 

[shy son]

The Sandwhich Bar

Fred, got up out of his seat to call out to Victoria. Too late, she had left the room. All he had managed was to get up and open his mouth.

Dissappointed with himself for being so slow, he contaplated having Lunch by himself at the sandwhich shop.

With a sad heart he sat back down at his desk to continue with his work.

Dam, this woman, as he worked he could not forget her image in his head.

A few hours later, Fred was at the Sandwhich bar. He had wondered over to Victoria's officce with a feeble excuse he made up for her to join him, but had found the office to be empty.

"Peanut butter and bananas on white bread please, can you leave the crusts today." he watched as the server made his sandwhich.

 

[Clarrissa]

Victoria Brice

Tory had changed in her office into a pair of Ralph Lauren jeans and an oxford button up. Being a bit chilly she also pulled on a cable knit sweater. Knowing how contracts like these go she brought her climbing boots and was greatful because she had to climb some shelves.

Deeming herself not overly hungry as of yet she went to the stores area and met a fellow named Collin. She met with little opposition after phoning Mr. Phillips on her cell and handing the phone over to the Stores Manager. He may not fall under her juristiction but he did under Mr. Philips.

Climbing around the stores had proved to be hard work. Some of those shelves held parts that were older than her. There would be alot to be disgarded as obsolete as far as she could see. Also, she heard the scamper of little tiny feet. Looking around she spied a mouse hole and one of the local inhabitants. Smiling she tossed the little fellow a cracker from the snack she had packed herself. The little fellow was greatfull and took the offering without hesitation. "Funny these mice are little" Tory thought, compared to the rats in NY that were the size of house cats sometimes.

Satisfying herself at the stores she decided it was time for lunch. Making her way to the sandwich shop she decided to go in to the ladies room to clean up, being quite dusty from the store room. She walked into the cafe and spotied the sign for the faciliites. Heading straight for it she didn't notice Fred sitting at the table waiting for his food and brushed past without as much as a hello.

Returning a few minutes later from the ladies room a far cry cleaner she spoted him at the table and stood infront with a large grin. "What Fred no muffin today?"

 

[shy son]

fred

Freds sadness quickly turned to a happiness as he realised the bag lady like figure in front of him was actually Victoria. A slight smile of amusement creeped from his lips. Deep down inside, the sight and presence of Victoria had really perked him up. He could suddenly feel his taste buds working, giving extra flavour and texture to the sandwhich he was eating.

"Sorry, I dont have any change for you." He joked as he made her out to be a homeless person. Laughing briefly he quickly stopped before the American lady took any offence to his English humour. He quickly made up for any accidentally offence by standing up and inviting her to join him.

"No, I did'nt feel like muffins" He looked directly into her eyes again to try and gauge for signs of weakening to his charms.

he brought the cup of tea up to his mouth and took a sip before putting it back down. Calmly and slowly he looked into her eyes and held them until he knew he had eye contact. He spoke;

"In answer to your question." He moved in clloser slightly and lowered his voice to amost a deep husky mumour

"I like my MUFFINS lightly toasted and well buttered before I eat them. I like to nibble a bit on the edges ...very ..very..slowly until I reach the rich creamy sugery parts in the middle where they stick to the layers of wet butter. like to lick at as much of the sugar off with my tongue before I finish eating it."

He reclined back upright into his chair as he continued to eat his sandwhich.

"What about you..? How do you like Your Muffin to be eaten?" he grinned and flashed a smile at her waiting for her response. Hoping she would know what he was implying by the intentional mistake of leaving the word muffin singular rather then plural.

 

[Clarrissa]

Victoria Brice

Fred's comment about having no change brought a wry smile to her face. Taking a mental inventory she knew that she could have easily been mistaken for a homeless person except for the quality of her clothes. She looked a fright and she knew it, but one cant look like a glamour model after trapsing around a dusty store room for the better part of the morning.

Tory accepted the invitation to join him and sat down accross the table, chuckling out loud to his comment about not wanting a muffin. Smoothing back a stray lock of hair she absentmindedly tucked it behind her ear. Ordering a bowl of soup and a crusty roll, she looked up and watched Fred sipping his tea. Studing him openly now she assesd the enemy. A good looking man, younger than herself but he had the sexiest smile she had seen in a long time and his eyes were alive with emotion and mischief.

Her soup had arrived and she began to eat, the warmth soothing the chill that had seeped in from working in the stores area. Tory raised her eyes to meet his breifly and then noting his intent look continued the gaze maintaining the eye cantact. He leaned forward just a bit which caused her to instinctily move forward as well.

Tory sat poised with spoon mid way from bowl to lips, listening with rapt attention to Fred's description of how he liked his muffins. Never breaking contact she watched his eyes with fasination taking in the way his puplies dilated slightly as his voice dropped. Her mouth had for some reason gone dry and her pulse had taken to beating more rapidly. Upon him finishing and sitting back, she also sat back. Tory felt her face a bit flushed, but was it from the hot soup or Fred's words. She shook herself mentaly, this flirtation was treading on thin ice now.

Sitting back Tory broke the intense eye contact. She lay the spoon back in the bowl and lifted the napkin to her lips to give her fidgiting hands something to do and stall for time in answering his rather pointed question, of how she like her muffin eaten. She had to hand it to him, he was bold. Putting the napkin down, Tory picked up the warm crusty roll and broke it in half, lifting the knife with some butter on it poised to spread it. Stopping mid way she again looked up to establish eye contact, and leaned in slightly with roll and buttered knife in hand.

"You see Fred muffins are quite delicate and respond to tender treatment in a most profound way". Leaning in a bit further she lowered her voice to a soft sexy whisper, " If buttered just so, " , spreading butter in a soft side to side motion and then in little half circles on her roll as example, " the muffin almost melts along with the butter letting the warm sugary center seep down along the crevases until it oozes out". Watching the butter melt upon the roll and dripping down onto the plate held a new fasination and she lowered her eyes to watch it as she continuerd, "when the muffin has been thoroughly heated and buttered to perfection, it practically melts for you and the creamy sweetness becomes all the sweeter." The last point made Tory stuck her tounge out delicately to catch a drop of the melting butter from the roll on it, before nibbling the rest of the roll.

Sitting back in her chair slowly she watched Fred for his reaction to her explanitive.

 

[shy son]

the sandwhich shop- the tension increases

Fred was shocked, this lady was a killer. Much different from the the younger ladies he courted. It was unexpected. His hardness began to rise in his trousers.

In his mind the words "game on Fred". He smirked to himself.
As he relexed he unciousley moved himself closer to the table leaning in closer to her. Every cm closer to her his heart would beat faster. His controlled his feet so thye were intwined in her instep, but being careful not to make contact in case it startled her.

He smiled and let out a sigh.

"Well Victoria, I guess we'll have to get together sometime so we can see which method is better." he made a quick flash of his eyes at her to try and catch her off guard.

He put his hands down on each side of the table, just inchs away from her bowl, infinging on her side of the table.

Grinning he decided to push his luck

"What about sausages, do you like a good sausage to eat?"

Relaxing a bit ore, he continued to eat his sandwhich, nibbling at it so he could stay a bit longer with her. Thoughts and images of what he wanted to do to this lady started racing through his head. A single image of him roughly taking her there and then in the crowded and busy sandwhich shop suddenly invaded his brain. This made him even harder and made his heart skip a beat.

Why was this lady having sucha profound effect on him.?

Taking a sip of his tea he planned his next move.
"Dereks throwing a dinner party tonight, wil i be seeing you there?...." he asked sheepishly trying to make it sound like a casual question.

He tried to hide the fact that he desperatley wanted the answer to be yes. Not wanting to seem easy prey and that she had him wrapped around her little finger.

Adding a comment "I think most of the other managers will be there, might be a good chance for you to get to know them" hoping this would sway her judgement.

 

[Clarrissa]

The delema

Tory lifted her eyes to meet Fred's after nibbling her roll. The discussion about muffins had aroused her more than she wanted to admit. During her explanative she felt more then saw Fred moving closer to her, until she saw his hands on her side of the table as she lifted her eyes. Watching his eyes flash, she knew instinctively he had more than picked up the double entendre and continued the game again.

Half listening, half leaning she caught the change in subject to sausage. Flashing a saucy, sexy smile she replied with a challenging raise in her brow, " I do adore sausage, ALL types of sausage", emphasising the all with a flash of her eyes.

Sitting back she studied her advisary with a new eye. He was charming to be sure, a challenge, quick witted and slightly sarcastic, but had a strong sexual undercurrent that facinated her.

Hearing the question she sat back and worried her lip slightly as she was prone to do in thought, " I had not thought to go to the party toninght, I have not finished unpacking and am not even sure where my formal wear is at this point. I was rather fortunate when I took this position, my uncle was preparing to sell his town home here and I talked him into renting it to me with the option to buy if I decide to stay, but my belongings have not all arived yet and most were put into the storage room so I have my work cut out for me. The other thing is although my car had been shipped from the states it has not arrived yet and I would need to take a taxi to the party and I have no idea where Derek's house is." Keeping eye contact Tory continued on, "Also you were quite astute in your observation, red is not my normal hair colour and I have a desire to change it back although I am sure my hair dresser will be quite miffed at my doing so, she professed how good I looked in red, it is just however not me."

Looking down at her now chilled soup Tory shifted in her chair moving her feet slightly, she came into contact with another pair of feet. The contact was an immediate electrical charge causing her to look directly into Fred's eyes. She maintained the contact with her feet, she could not bring herself to move them away. "I . . . . . .I am sorry, I didnt mean to kick you", she stammered but did not move her feet away. "I suppose I could go this afternoon and buy a formal if mine can not be located, the matter of getting to Derek's is another matter though".

Tory was ashamed of herself, too bold for her own good, but she left an open line for Fred to step in. He could offer to drive her and that would give an innocent excuse for him to come to her home. The game was getting too dangerous now and Tory knew it. Lowering her eyes she was just about to retreat and just state she was not going when she felt Fred putting pressure on the inside of her feet.

She stared into his eyes long and hard, thinking to herself, " Let him decide the next move".

 

[shy son]

Fred suddenly found it difficult to breathe. Fred keep cool , keep cool, he told himself.

The two of them were huddled closer together, but neither of them noticed the distance between them had shortened. Was it him or was the temparature of the shop increasing?

"All types of sausage ?" he grinned at her. He edged himself a bit closer.

"Maybe .. I could give you a lift to the dinner party?.. I mean if thats ok with you?" He arched his eyebrows and gave her a look with soft puppy dog eyes as he asked the question.

"Why dont you take the afternoon off and go shopping? Just keep the receipt and claim it back on your expeenses.." he paused, stopped and glanced away before returning his eyes onto hers. Lowering the tone of his voice to a huskt almost deep whisper.

"Or you can go without any clothes on, I would'nt mind seeing you naked." He flashed a cheeky school boy charming smile. Watching her reaction. Hoping she would grin at his remark.

His eyes quinted slightly at the thought that ran through his mind.

His legs brushed against her just fractionley, he awaited the physical backlash from her in case he overstepped the mark and waited for a sign of some sort of encouragement. He continued to grin at her as he again brushed her leg to see if she had noticed.

"Victoria, I know your hairdresser would be miffed, but if I dont tell who's gong to know." he reassured her

His eyes roamed over her body and her face again, he could not get enough of her. It was driving every one of his senses to overload. She was quite the prim and proper lady, so he had to be a gentleman with her. Fred had a theory,ladies who were like this in public were probabley really wicked in the sack. He looked forward to the opportunity, if any of seeing if this was true with Victoria.

 

[Clarrissa]

Getting a ride to the Party

Tory sat back a moment in the chair to contemplate her options. She could easil"y stop and buy a new gown, that was not an issue, but did she really want to go to this pary? As Fred had said, it would be a good opportunity to meet the others in a more social setting and that was important to her.

"Well Fred, evening gowns are not business expenses, It would appear that may be one of the reasons I was hired for this particual contract', narrowing her eyes in mock reprimand. "However, I do believe attending would be appropriate, but not naked", grinning back a wicked grin, "I reserve that privlidge for a select few", smiling openly now. "I shall attend to my dressing needs and would be grateful if you would not mind driving me to the party," thinking to herself to allow him an out, "but if it is too much trouble I can take a taxi home to save you the trip."

Leaning in again she closed the gap between them at the same time she felt the pressure on her leg. The room had become considerably warmer almost instantly. Closing her eyes briefly she enjoyed the sensation before flashing a smile of her own, "besides Fred, if I were to go naked then everyone would want to take me home." Leaving him with that quip she moved to stand up. "Thank you for an enjoyable repast", reaching in her pocket she pulled out a business card and noted her address upon the back, "what time should I expect you?"

 

[shy son]

Escorting the enemy

Fred took the business card, hmm the savoy hotel, Derek cerntainly had pushed the boat out for this person. The savoy hotel was a top class hotel in the strand in London.


Fred was taken back at her mock reprimand and knew she was right. This reminded him of the dangerous game he was playing, she was still the professsonal. Hired by that dope Derek to keep a check on him. One question that ran through his mind was, was it a game or was he really falling for her? Before this he always knew how to keep control of the women he was trying to court.

"I'll pick you up at 8 ? and as for the dress just stick on your consultants invoice. I personally will be happy to sign off the invoice for your dress." Adding a voice of a seasoned professional as he got up to leave.

Standing at the doorway to the shop, he waved goodbye to her with a childish wave. Lingering his eyes on her like it was the last.

Fred spent the afternoon off, sprusing himself up with a trip to the barbers and then to the tuxuedo hire shop. Derek liked everyone to dresss formally on these occasions as he brought along clients and prospective clients. He treated his BMW to a top notch valenting.

Parking up his car, Fred glanced at his watch, 7.30pm. He slammed the door shut on his BMW. In is hand he carried a bunch of flowers. His black hair was gelled back and he had dabbed on just a bit of Aquai de gio. He praised himself for buying such a nice bunch of red roses.
his heart beated faster as he approached room 100. He glanced at his watch. He cursed himself for being so early, hesistating pondering whether or not to knock on the door. He gave his palms finals wip on his trousers to get rid of the sweat. Looking in a nearby mirror, he smiled and thought to himself

"Knock her dead Fred, play your cards tonight and you'll be having breakfast in bed with her."

Biting the bullet he knocked on the door and waited,

 

[Clarrissa]

Meeting with the Enemy

Tory sat for a minute in the sandwich shop and sipped her water. Somehow in the span of an hour she had invited the enemy to escort her to a dinner party she had no intentions of attending. "What the hell is wrong with me", she shook herself mentally as she rose to pay the cheque and leave.

Making her way back to the office she dicided to leave early and attend to things before the party. Going back to her desk she mad some notes regarding her findings at the stores facilitiy and packed up her lap top. She would go to some of the job sites tommorow. It being Saturday she would not meet with any opposition as she had done so today. Poking her head in on Mr. Phillips she let him know of her plans and told him she would be attending the dinner party after all, and her intent to go to the sites tommorow. Derek was more than happy to allow her to go on a Saturday knowing more would be accomplished that way. Waving off she checked her watch, 2 pm time for a trip to the hair dressers.

Getting the name of a reputible salon from Kate, Tory made her way to the salon. She happened in at just the right time and was able to get her colouring done as well as a trim and have have a manicure and pedicure as well. Three hours later Tory emerged feeling more like her old self. Back to her normal honey brown with gold and her nails done over she felt refreshed from treking around in the stores all moring.

Hailing a cab she stopped at the Town House to see how the renevations were coming. Clara the housekeeper was fussing over the workers tracking in the dirt, but Tory rememberd Clara fussing all the time anyway. Clara had been her Uncle's house maid for years and when he was moving away he hated to part with her so Tory decided to keep her on. Clara was a good cook, neat as a pin, and ran the house to perfection. Stopping and looking into what would be her bed room she was amazed at the transformation the old room had taken on. The master bath was now well lit with a sunken jacuzi tub as well as a shower. The twin vanity held a double siink now with the comode off in a small enclosed room of it's own. "Much better",she thought as she meandered the rooms. The sky light brightend up the room and having the colour scheme redone did wonders to make it a cozy relaxing retreat.

Moving into the spare room she started opening her trunks and wardrobes looking for her evening were. "Ah here we go", smiling to herself she located her green velvet that she loved the most. Taking it down to Clara to be freshened and pressed , Tory came back and located the other things she would need for the evening. After she had all she needed packed in a n overnight bag she went down into the study to the wall safe and took out the jewelry she would wear tonight. She loved her grandmother's emeralds and wore them whenever she could. Clara came back with the gown and shortly after Tory was in a taxi headed back to the Savvoy.

Finishing her bath Tory patted her skin dry and slathered on some rich lotion making her skin feel like fine silk. She donned her deep green satin bra and panties and pulled the garter slowly up along with the silk stockings she would wear. Stepping into her green satin pumps she stood before the miror adjusting the garter and ties. She then slid the gown carefully over her head not to disturbe her hair that she had meticulusly put up with small emeral clips. The forrest green velvet gown was plain but elegant. It fit every curve and moulded itself to her as she moved. The bodise was cut low so the soft swell of her breast could be seen and the long sleeves were fited off the shoulder to show the graceful lines of her neck and collar bone. The finer point of the gown was how low it dipped down in the back. The low cut revealed almost all of the creamy skin on her back. The gown skimmed her hips to fall strait down with a slit up the side that shwed a good amount of thigh. The finishing touch was the perfect teardrop emerald that hung on a gold chan. It fel perfectly at the line of her breast the sparkle drawing ones eye to her cleavage in a most provocitive way.

Tory stood looking in the mirror putting the small emerald earings on when she heard the knock on the door. "Hmmmm" glancing at the clock Tory knew it had to be Fred, but he was very early. Straightening her gown she moved to open the door.

Tory was taken aback when she opened the door. Fred had transformed into an amazingly hansome man , but still maintained the boyish sparkle in his eye. Meeting his eyes Tory stood frozen a moment, she could not move never mind breath. Regaining her composure she tried to breath but her voice came out in a hiss, "Good evening Fred, you look . . . . you look quite handsom, please come in wont you", swallowing hard to clear her throat she smiled down at the perfect bouquet of roses, "for me? you really did not need . .. " Tory took the flowers and as she did her fingers brushed his so lightly yet the electricity caused her to tremble slightly.. Turning away unable to maintain the contact " I will put these in some water " , Tory turned and moved further into the room giving him a glorious view of her back as she walked. "Wont you sit?", motioning Fred to the chair.

Finding a vase Tory arrainged the flowers in them, trying to break the silence with idle chit chat, " I stopped at my town home on the way today, the renevations are coming along nicely. I should be able to move in by the end of next week. Perhaps you would care to come to dinner when I am settled". Tory stammered and then became abruptly quiet. "What the hell am I doing" she chastised herself, " I just invided the enemy to dinner", Tory bit her toungue to suppress the grimace on her face and not let on her thoughts. Turning to face Fred, "let me put my lipstick on and we can go'. Moving to her green velvet bag she took out a small tube of lipstick and began to apply it in the mirror, as she did she caught the intense stare of Fred's eyes as he watcherd her, their eyes locking in the mirror. It took all of Tory's will to pull her eyes away and resume her task. Finishing as she did she dare not look back into the mirror and stuffed the tube into her bag, retrieved her green velvet cloak from the closet.

Turning back to face him " Well Fred I am ready to go now are you?"

 

[shy son]

The Goddes dressed in Green Velvet

For the countless time today, Fred was finding it difficult to breath. As the door opened, he was confronted by a very very stunning lady, which he recongnised as Tory. Gone were the firey red locks of hair. Instead there were soft luscious brunette locks put up in a bun with some curley trails of hair which tumbled down at the side.

Almost immediatley all his motor functions had ceased to function. His mouth opened but no words could seem to exit his mouth. The fragrent scent of her freshly washed body entwined with her perfume, held and enchanted Fred.

She was dressed in a green velvet gown which hugged her body. The material complemented her curvey contours very well. The jewellary she wore highlighted the radiance of her beauty. The emerald dangling perilously between the two hillside peaks of her cleverage, formed the centrepiece.

"for me? you really did not need . .. " the words seemed to float out to him.
Like a willless zombie he meerly pushed the flowers forward. Torys hand brushed against his when she retreived them from his hand. The soft touch was like electriying yet pleasurable.

Like a puppy dog he followed his host into the hotel room and sat where he was instructed to sit. His eyes locked onto the bare naked flesh of her revealing back, left by the cut of the gown.
He sat himself down as she graced around the room with her femine finishing touches to her appearance. His eyes were running over her body, not listening to a word she was saying. Fred was mesmerised, meerly mumouring and nodding in acknowledgement.

In his mind, he formed an image of him standing behind her nibbling at her neck with kisses, caressing her bare shoulderswith his fingerpads. Trailing the kisses along that bare naked neck down to her collor bone and along her shoudlers while his hands traced the contours of her shoulder blades and trickled down her spine to towards her lower spine.

Snapping out of his trance, Tory was applying her lipstick.
His adjusted his seating postion feigning unintrest in what she was doing, but in realisty his eyes were fighting not to look. Just a quick look Fred, Just a quick look.... he told himself.

Freds eyes focused on the mirror, his intention to glance for a spilt second. Torys eyes suddenly flashed at him from the mirror.
His hardness already aroused in his trousers was now straining against the material as he fought to break the look. Her beauty and action of applying the lipstick captivated him.

An provocative image of what this lipstick could be flashed through his mind.

Tory puckered her lips and grabbed a green cloak from the closet.

Fred stood up ready to leave as Tory asked the Question of if they were ready to leave.
Moving out of the room into the hallway, Fred crooked his arm out for Tory.

Fred composed himself a little as tory hung to his arm as they walked to the elevator.

" Er..er...Tory.. you look absolutley ravishing tonight in that gown."

His eyes focussed forward down the hall as he said this, unwilling to look her in the eye to reveal the power she held over him. Continuing on ...

"Almost good enough to eat" He let a sly grin escape from his lips as he felt himself relax a little in the company of his date.

 

[Clarrissa]

The drive

Making their way down the hall Tory threaded her hand through Fred's arm. The contact immediatly took her breath from her. The warmth of his body radiated up through the cloth of his tuxedo. Walking next to him she could detect faintly the scent of his cologne, making her senses come alive and tingle.

Tory heard Fred studder the compliment that she looked niceand the sly inuendo that she was edible, but she picked up more so on the use of her pet name that her Father had given her years ago. No one save her family called her Tory, to everone else she was Victoria or Vicky. She liked the way it sounded coming from him.

Moving through the hotel making small talk about inane topics about work and the physical inventory. Talking about anything so the nervousness would not show. Tory retreated a bit into herself trying to figure out why Fred was having such an effect upon her. Could it be the danger of flirting with the enemy? or was it something more basier than that. The undercurrent of desire was there between the, ever present.

Shaking herself mentally she waited for Fred to open the car door. Appraising the car she noted it was a very nice BMW,"You have a very nice car Fred, I am affraid mine will pale by comparison, but I refuse to give her up". Smiling thoughtfully at her car, she could not wait for it to arrive.

Fred opened the door in a gentlemanly fashion and held it as she entered. Taking her seat, Tory gracefully swung her legs in which made the slit in her dress ride up slighly revealing a good portion of her thigh to Fred, as well as the very top of her green lacy garter. Shifting she slid the dress down to its proper place trying to be as demure as possible.

Waiting for Fred to close the door and take his place she scanned the interior, nice leather and freshly polished. Fred took his place behind the wheel. Tory was grateful Fred was driving, she could observe him without being obvious. "Thank you for agreeing to drive me Fred, I really do appreciate it", flashing him one of her brightest smiles as they pulled out of the parking area.

 

[shy son]

the drive

Fred was trying hard to focus on the conditions of the road. Her presence in the car was making it difficult to keep his eyes on the road. Occasionally he would glance down at her thigh, sometimes unintentinalable other times it was planned. His eyes also could not stay away from her chest area. As he drove his manhood strained against the material of his trousers.

He ran through his head what he could talk about as he listened to Tory talk about her afternoon for the umpteenth time. She occasionally inserted some questions, which Fred tried to skirt. He did not know if she was just chatting or if she was making a start on her audit.

His mind skipped to the party and he ran through a mental image of who would be there. Amongst others, Chad would be there. Chad was a manager like Fred. It was because of the size of the company that no single person could look after all client accounts. Chad was another Hot shot yank, typical loud and right in your face with his patriotic Amercian speil. More or less everyone of his funny comments were followed by a good sharp smack on the back which would wind you. In the back of his mind, Chad could see him stealing Tory away from him. Chad was good looking almost something like a character from Dallas, he had success writte over him. Quarterback for his college team, which meant he was athletically built. His most noticable feature was the blonde hair and square jaw which made him look like dulph lundrum. Privatly Fred would often chuckle about the similaritys between Dulph and Chad.

Fred started to brief Tory on the list of people she might bump into that night. This gave him an opportunity to occasionally glance in her direction as he drove.

"most of the people there will be some of Dereks old croonies, influenticial people from the city. You know the sort, their the money men who finance some of our bigger projects if we can't raise the antee."

He hesistated, to check if his companion was getting bored. Seeing none he continued on, rounding off he meerly mentioned Chads name once and stopped there.

"Here we are princess." He drive through the electronic gates to Dereks Estate. Fred turned to Tory and flashed a big grin.

"Welcome to Camelot."