Industrial Espionage

[Why]

Occ A closed thread for Tibvo. Hope folks enjoy reading our joint effort

Katherine Harris, special projects manager, Little’s Lingerie


Katherine Harris rubbed the front of her neck with her left hand, running her index finger down her breast bone. She then dabbled the digit into the beginning of the valley between her ample breasts, pushing at the fabric of her “v” neck silk blouse. It was a bad habit, a nervous one. It could be worse She could poke in her ear or pick her finger nails or horror; her nose.

Could any one blame her for being nervous, her whole career was on the line here. No, the future of the company. NO the future of the whole industry; it would never be the same again. She pushed a lock of her shoulder length blonde hair back over her shoulders and squinted her blue eyes at her reflection in the door opposite where she was sitting.

They had even forgone the use of a model for this briefing, she, Katherine, would be sporting the goods for the members of the board. It would be she that would be showing off the final approved design. It would be she reporting on the security that was now in place with regards to the designs and its creator, Maurice Waterman and his assistant and wife, Clarisse.

It is her Katherine, who will give the details of the tooling up on the shop floor. Hell that had been a job. To get things ready to roll without anyone suspecting this was anything other than one of a dozen designs for the new spring and summer range.

The plastic inserts had been made by the same manufacturer that had produced the inserts of the same material for the Airforce’s new pressure suits for fighter pilots. What kept their vital equipment supported now would support a far more important item to modern society; women’s breasts.

As far as the plastics company was concerned they had just been stamping out a set of shapes. Katherine had made sure the order had been placed through the support stocking branch of the company. It, would, she hoped, give them time. They needed time, eight weeks to get all in place for the launch of the new dream product.

“Katherine, we are ready for you now.” Thomas Johnson, general Manager of Little’s Lingerie, said softly as he opened the door.

Katherine licked her dry lips and stood; picked up her brief case and walked into the board room. She nodded to the rest of the board and went to the projector. Here she flicked open her brief case and prepared to give her power point presentation.

“Later Katherine, we want to see the goods.” Mrs Appleshot said, peering over her horn-rimmed glasses.

Katherine drew in a deep breath, and put back her shoulders, drawing herself up to her full five feet five inches. She had a trim tummy and good legs, she worked on that, but since the age of sixteen she had been blessed with an over load in the frontal area. Now at nearly thirty they were more a curse than a blessing. But that was about to change with this new addition, this marvellous design she was wearing. Because it did not feel like she was wearing anything.

Slowly Katherine removed her blouse, allowing the board to see the delicate confection of a bra that not only kept her assets aloft, it held and shaped them in a way that nature could not beat. The thin black and cream lace hardly seemed to have enough strength to hold its self up let alone what Katherine had put into them. The brown of her nipples poked through the mesh, showing her fear and excitement to all present. The whole weight was carried by the special design and the plastic inserts it used

“Good God!” Thomas Johnson exclaimed, standing up sharply then sitting down, wiping his brow.

“Indeed; do you have Maurice Waterman and his wife, Clarisse, safe?” Mrs Appleshot asked getting down to hard facts.

“Yes,” Katherine said as she turned allowing the board a view back.

“And their designs?” Johnson pulled himself together and looked at the rest of the board.

“Yes, only I know where, they are both safe till the launch.” Katherine said beginning

“They had better be.. right; now let's hear what else you have to say…and put your blouse back on girl… we have seen enough of you for now.” Mrs Appleshot announced much to the annoyance of the male members of the board.

 

[Tibxo]

Dirk Mason

"So, anyway." Says the freshly tanned, good looking man to the young blonde receptionist who is hanging off his every word. "I happen to have these tickets for Sting's birthday bash tomorrow night. Now if you are free..."

"Jenna. R. J. is waiting for Dirk..I mean Mister Mason." Says the female voice through the intercom.

The girl quickly scribbles out her phone number and passes it to him.

"Call me." She whispers as she takes an incoming call.

Dirk Mason smiles at her as he goes through the doors leading to R. J.'s secretary's office.

"He's waiting for you." Says the lovely brunette as he flashes her a smile. "Are we still on for Friday night?"

"Of course." Dirk grins. "Luigi is cooking his Special just for you."

Knocking on the large oak door, he enters R. J.'s office.

"There you are!" Growls a short, stubby man with a face as red as a beetroot who is sitting behind a huge mohogany desk. "Where have you been? You were supposed to be here over three hours ago."

"I'm sorry, R. J." Dirk explains as he takes a seat. "The plane was late."

"Hmmm." R. J. eyes him suspiciously. "That's not what the airlines told my personal assistant when I had her phone. They said that a man had a heart attack and you had to miss the flight to save him."

Dirk manages to hold back a smile. That girl certainly has an imagination.

"Well that's why the plane was late." He says smoothly. "By the way, how is Mrs R. J.? I hear she's got herself another cat?"

"Ummmphh!" R. J. responds. "Anyway, we have a crisis on our hands and we need someone of your 'unique' talents."

Pressing a button on his desk, R. J. activates the huge wide screen television screen built into one of the office's walls. A picture appears showing a middle-aged woman with a huge chest wearing a bra. The woman herself is nothing particularly to look at. But her breasts look good. Very big and firm.

The image soon clears.

"That was taken by one of our men inside Little’s Lingerie before he was caught. Luckily he was able to hide the evidence before they got him." R. J. explains.

Dirk looks at the now blank screen, his expression equally blank.

"Please forgive me, R. J. But what does this have anything to do with us? I am correct to say we make bras for the more..bigger woman ourselves?"

The stubby man gives him a dirty look.

"I am told by our experts that the bra that woman is wearing will revolutionise the entire lingerie industry."

"What? You must be joking." Interrupts Dirk, incrediously.

The look R. J. gives him tells Dirk that he isn't joking.

"Our sources says that they are about to launch it. If that bra gets out on the market before we are ready, it could be devastating. Our company may not survive. At the very least, it would result in massive job cuts and there would be no more perks like the free trip to Hawaii you just had."

Now Dirk is concerned.

"So what do you want me to do?" He asks.

R. J. presses another button and an picture of another, younger woman appears on the screen.

"Nice." Dirk remarks, obviously appreciating this second woman's 'attributes'.

"Katherine Harris, Special Projects Manager at Little’s Lingerie and who is in charge of the new superbra product." R. J. continues. "Word is that the bra's design and its designers are being kept at a secret location that only she knows of."

"And I suppose you want me to find that out?" Dirk asks.

"We much rather get hold of the bra's design or the prototype that they will be using in their launch compaign."

"I see." says Dirk.

"It is imperative that we get the information as soon as possible so that we can use it to finish designing our own superbra." R. J. pulls out a large cigar and chomps on it.

"Our intelligence tells us that the best way to do that is through the woman. Miss Sedgewick will give you the dossier we have on her."

Instinctively knowing that R. J. has finished, Dirk gets up.

"Anything else I need to know?" He asks R. J.

"No. Except do everything you can to get this woman's secrets." The fat man pauses for a moment and looks squarely at Dirk. "Your company needs you, Dirk."

'Dirk'? He has called him 'Dirk'.

Now he knows it's definitely serious...

 

[Why]

Katherine Harris

Katherine walks back to her office, Mrs Appleshot by her side. Mrs Appleshot’s eagle-like eyes wander over the staff of the project and design department as they walk through the open plan office. It is as if those horn-rimmed orbs are noting ever action and word, recording it for later use.

Fred fumbles with the balance weights on the side his drawing board and it tilts back and down away from him, then up, lifting the back of Molly’s blouse, where she stands at the filling cabinet. Her resulting scream mingles with Fred’s as he realised his tie is caught.

“I see everyone has their mind on their job.” Mrs Appleshot commented as heads duck behind computer screens and box files.

I am sure they are.” Katherine is clutching her briefcase to her chest, arms locked as if it contained the crown jewels.

“Hmmm. Is yours Katherine? Don’t trust anyone, girl, is my advice.” Mrs Appleshot said as they came to the door of Katherine’s small office.

“You mean anyone?” Katherine repeated looking at her five foot nothing, bun topped boss.

“Except me of course. This is the dangerous point, that not good, cigar chomping, barrel R.J will stop at nothing to get these. He is bound to have one of his best creeps on the job by now…” Mrs Appleshot’s hand hit the brief case, making Katherine’s boobs wobble with the vibration. “But we won’t let him; no good thief, liar and cheat, that R.J and his cat loving, bitch of a…..” Mrs Appleshot began to change colour then hissed like a kettle, nodded to Katherine and turned round, making towards Fred and his wayward drawing board.

Katherine sighed and entered her office, her assistant Claire appeared from nowhere, bright, breezy; her bottle blonde hair bobbing in time with the riding up of her tight skirt as she leant in the door.

“Coffee?”

“Yes please,” Katherine said as she opened her case and took out the presentation documents along with the box that held her own bra, she still wearing the proto type.

“You want me to file those along with the rest of the new range information.” Clair asked ask her hand waving to the documents.

“No… I will do it.”

“You sure? No trouble…” Claire’s seemed to be trying to read the project number and design reference from where she was standing. “No trouble, part of my job.” She continued laughing. Katherine felt a cold shudder run up her back.

“Coffee first and a mars bar, I need a chocolate fix, big time.” Katherine said slowly.

“Ok…boss, that bad eh…” Claire laughed and went off to get the mars bar from the vending machine. Katherine slipped the presentation doucuments out of the file and quickly shoved them in an evelope, addressing it and placing under her mound of outgoing mail. She then looked round for something to place in the file instead. Nothing. Then she spied something in Claire’s waste bin outside. Katherine slipped out taking her mail with her and handing it to office junior, Pippa, with instructions to take them to the mail room now.

On her way back she picked up the copies of “Lover’s Chat” and “Hearthrob Hunks” and placed them in the document file and placed them along with the box containing her old, tired, 36 E cup on the edge of her desk.

Claire came back from the machine and place coffee and mars bar on the desk. “Saw Sally, sorry, Miss Kay,” Claire winked at her boss. Katherine gave a half smile. “She wanted to know if you are still up for the drink after work, wetting the baby’s head so to speak.”

“Yes, Why not…” Katherine knew she should get home and get this bra off and get it into a safe place, but well it would only be an hour at the most and… She looked at her reflection in her window. It felt so damn good, so bloody nice not to feel as if your nipples were fighting to get into your belly button. As she turned back Katherine noticed the file and box was gone, clutched in Claire’s hand and on its way to be filed.

 

[Tibxo]

Dirk Mason

After leaving R. J.'s office, he handed a small folder by R. J.'s secretary.

"I suppose Friday night is off?" The lovely brunette says with a pout that would melt most men.

"Oh I think I will get this wrapped up in plenty of time." Dirk says confidently.

Stepping into the lift, Dirk pulls out his mobile and punches a key.

"Chang? Bring the car round. We have an urgent job to do." He says quickly before snapping the phone shut.

Leaving the building, he sees that his limo is parked right at the door with Chang waiting with the passenger door open.

"Here you are." He says to the small China man as he hands him the folder. "Find out everything you can about this woman and give me a report first thing tomorrow morning."

"Ah so!" Replies Chang as he gives his employer an honorary bow. "May Ah ask whewe you want to go now?"

"Back to the hotel." Dirk replies. "I have a party to go to."

"Ah so!" Says the little man and he quickly gets into driver's side."

"Oh Chang. I have changed my mind." Dirk says in retrospect. "Make it 10 o'clock tomorrow. I may be back late from the party."

"Ah so!" Replies Chang as he slowly pulls away from the curb and points the limo towards the hotel...

 

[Why]

Katherine Harris.

The bar heaved with folks “just having a quick one after work” in more ways than one. The couple, from Finance, tongue wrestling, while trying to sit one bar stool, were making the chocolate bar Katherine had eaten earlier churn in her stomach. get a room she thought as she crossed her legs. Yes, right, a room = a man willing too= sex…. I am not jealous

“Penny for them,” Sally said and placed a rum and coke down in front of Katherine.

“Just wondering how I am going to survive.” without this bra, or sex don’t think on the s word, bad for you. She mentally added, as she tried to drag her eyes of where the man’s hand, Brain, Katherine thought it was, was going in search of Emily’s data input.

“Yes, been running you ragged haven’t they. What’s so special about this new season’s range anyway?” Sally asked sipping her whisky and orange.

“It’s a new range. Simple.” Katherine took a long draught of the rum and coke.

“Nothing is simple.” Sally laughed, no snorted. Sally snorted, like a horse. Katherine winced and reached again for her drink. There they were, half of Little’s Lingerie office staff, getting drunk and trying not to talk about bras, knickers, girdles and the contents there of. Bit like telling a cat not to like fish.

“Cat!” Katherine said sharply.

“Pardon?” Sally hiccupped as she thanked a red faced gent who had just brought another to drinks to the table.

“I haven’t feed my cat.” Katerine got up, she had to get out of here, it wasn’t wise…

“Going?” Sally sniffed.

Katherine smiled and said, “Busy day tomorrow and the cat….”

“Cats and work make Kathy a dull girl.” Sally called as Katherine made for the door.

Right dull, with my tits riding in a bolder holster that could be worth a few million. Katherine thought. She went over on her heel and dropped her bag, cursing as she bent to pick it and the scattered contents up. I wish it was over. The next few weeks are going to get worse.” She sighed as she stuffed the contents back.

 

[Tibxo]

Dirk Mason

Dirk grimaces as he listens to his tea slosh too loudly in his cup.

"I'm off, Dirky Baby. Can I call you later?"

Painfully, Dirk looks over at the tall busty redhead who is just making for the door dressed only in a red fur coat.

He gently nods his head as he watches her almost collided with Chang as he stands at the door.

"Most sowwy." Says the China man politely to the girl.

She just laughs and kiss his cheek.

"It's okay. I should have been watching where I was going. Ciao!" And she closes the door behind her. Far too loudly for Dirk's liking.

"Good mowning, Mistew Mason. Did you have a pleasant evening last night?" He asks his employer with a polite bow.

"Maybe too good a night." Dirk replies, nursing his sore jaw.

He must remember not to go out with girls with 44in falses

"Did you get the information I wanted?" He asks, getting up.

"Ah so! Chang found out mowe about giwl." The China man nods happily.

"Great." For the first time that day, Dirk manages to smile.

"Fiwst of all, may Chang say what a bowing life this Kathewine Hawwis has."

Dirk chuckles.

"Working for Thomas Johnson, I'm not surprised. All work and no play is his motto. But that doesn't help me though. Anything else?"

"Well, she not do much except go dog wacing evewy Sunday aftewnoon."

"Really?" Dirk says with interest as he finishes off his cup of tea. "Where?"

"At the dog twack Down Town." Chang hands Dirk a piece of paper with an address on it.

"Well done. This is something for me to work with. Good thing it's Friday today. I still have a few days to get organised. Now tell me what else you know about her."...

 

[Why]

Katherine Harris

Saturday, was normal.. Katherine had done the “normal” single woman activities. She had wondered if she had enough whites and coloureds to make a load of each for washing this week, then thrown them all in together, crossing her fingers. Tortured herself at the gym for an hour, trying hard to avoid her own reflection in the wall mirrors and the leer of the gent with the comb over on the running machine.

She had window shopped; watched the ready meals for one, token bag of fruit and horror; the three, one litre cartons of Ben and Jerry’s “phish food” beep across the till in the supermarket.

9pm found her curled up on her sofa in a pair of over large pyjamas wiping her eyes in between muttering Bette Davis was a fool, “Now Voyager” (always got to her.) She leant over and poured herself another glass of wine, then flicked through the TV channels again. Nothing. Katherine got up, waking up her cat, which was snoozing by her side. Blacknose protested loudly, her tail flicking.

“Oh, sorry your highness,” Katherine mumbled and wandered into the kitchen. She looked in the freezer eying the ice cream. “No…” She slammed the door and looked in the fridge. One bottle of wine, something that looked like a lettuce, a mound of small cling film wrapped objects that could have been cheese. There was also a jar of Branston pickle. Katherine stood bolt up right, “Oh god, I am turning into Bridget Jones! I need a man! I need a life! I need this bra to be out of my life!” no you don’t, you need to be able to have half a dozen in assorted colours part of Katherine twittered. “So the comb over gent can leer even more..!” Katherine retorted out loud and decided to go to bed. Tomorrow was Sunday least Sundays had some excitement, that didn’t have to do with bras.

Sunday lunch time found Katherine at the cash machine, collecting her fun money. She limited herself three out of four weeks to £75 the fourth, which was today, she splashed out £150. Hell it wasn’t much, she reasoned. Sally spent more trying to get a tan that wasn’t orange.

She made her way through the gathering crowd and walked up the stairs to the grandstand restaurant. With it huge expanse of glass and TV screens it gave a superb view of the track. The tables were terraced, each one giving the diners and drinkers an un-obscured view. Another bonus of being in the restaurant, you didn’t have to toddle off and place your bets, they came to you.

Alf stood at his till at the half way between the four tiers he dealt with. He smiled as Katherine made her way to “her” seat. “Going to break the bank to day Miss Harris” he said.

“Yours or mine?” Katherine laughed in reply and settled herself. By the ninth race, Katherine’s lunch was a cold, congealed mass in front of her. She was on her third gin and tonic and her pencil end had been chewed to bits. She glanced up at the TV screen, giving a close up of the next races runners, then down at the dog’s form in her programme. She then leaned slightly and peered out of the window down the track to the start.

“Well?” Alf asked as he came along side with his book.

“Tipsy Fondle,” Katherine said and pushed a fiver towards Alf.

“Each way?”

“On the nose, and make that…” Katherine handed him another twenty.

Alf winced and made his way back to his till to punch in her bet and get her tickets, stopping on the way to serve another client.

 

[Tibxo]

Dirk Mason

From his own booth, Dirk sips his coffee as he watches Katherine Harris place her bet.

Hmmm! She looks far better in real life!

Comfortably dressed in a dark blue polo neck jumper, black trousers and a light dark brown leather jacket, his appearance has changed radically since that morning. His hair, now a healthy golden yellow, offsets well against his tanned skin and the deep blue contact lenses. He has even sacrificed his characteristic goatee so that he can get completely immersed into his character as 'Hans Drucker'.

Chang's research as usual has been most thorough. As an exchange student staying in Germany, Kathleen fell in love with the son of the German family she was staying with. Unfortunately, his parents come home early one night and caught the two of them on the stairs. Immediately she was thrown out and was forbidden to see him again. Luckily for her, the university found her other accommodation but she never did see him again.

The research suggests that she never really got over him, subconsciously at least. Judging from the profiles of all her subsequent boyfriends Dirk agrees with that assessment. All of them where either poor fascimiles of the German boy or at least shared some of his characteristics. None of them were German though.

"Let's hope this works." He says to himself seeing that Kathleen is now alone.

Picking up the small catalogue detailing all the races for the day, Dirk gets up and tentitively starts to wonder by her table. He stops someone to ask him what race is running. The man (paid by Dirk) apologises, telling him that his wife is waiting for him. Dirk thanks him, making sure that all this can be heard by Kathleen who he sees is now looking at him.

Pretending to have just noticed her, he approaches her table.

"Excuse me, miss." He says in a strong German accent as he gives her his most charming smile, tinted with a hint of embarrassment. "I am having trouble understanding vot race is being vun and vot I can bet on."...

 

[Why]

Katherine Harris.

"Excuse me, miss.I am having trouble understanding what race is being run and what I can bet on."...

The crisp German accent, brough Katherine's head up and round and the pencil out of her mouth with a pop. She felt a small thrill as she heard the round "w" sounds transposed into a sharp "v". Old memories, good and bad flared in her mind.

A well-groomed gentleman with bright blue eyes, Katherine wondered for a second how he could come to have such, was looking at her. He had a slightly embarrassed look on his face. Bit like a naughty school boy in some respects.

Katherine fumbled for words, "Errrr you need too, I mean... look..." Katherine reached across for her own crumpled catalogue. In the process her arm caught the half full bottle of tonic. It wobbled, toppled and fell. The liquid gushed out; ran like a drunken snake across the table and drippled of the edge, right down her visitor's left trouser leg.

"Oh my God! I am so sorry! " Katherine exclaimed surging to her feet, a napkin in her hand aiming too, what wipe him down? Offer it to him? It didn't matter which she had totally mistimed it, as at that moment the German gentleman had leant forward his head slightly down inspecting the damage.

The crown of Katherine's head hit his chin.

"Buggeration" Katherine swore and sat back down again, her hand gonig to her head.

"Fuck!" The German gentleman announced as he teeth smashed together.

 

[Tibxo]

Dirk Mason aka 'Hans Drucker'

"Buggeration" He hears the woman says even as he sees stars.

"Fuck!" He says and suddenly realising that he has let his German fascade slip for a moment, he quickly reacts.

"Mein Gott! Please excuse me, miss." He says, standing to attention, clicking his heels together.

"Oh no! It's all my fault." Katherine says as she bends down in front of him. "I got drink all over you."

To his surprise, she starts to rub the napkin over the growing wet patch on his trousers. Something that is not missed by a small boy who stops beside them and looks.

"Mummy!" He says to the woman behind him. "Why is that lady rubbing that man's leg?"

Dirk looks over to the woman who gives him a look of distain.

"Come along, Thomas. It is rude to stare." She tells the boy, pushing him forward while she gives both Dirk and Katherine another disapproving look...

 

[Why]

Katherine Harris

Katherine is rubbing hard on the German gentleman's trousers smearing the stain further. She grimaces and looks up, giving him a sheepish smile. Her other hand of it's own volition had been rubbing the back of his thigh in unison

She let go, trying to ignore the thought that the leg felt well muscled and veryyyy firm She shot up right and blattered " I am so sorry, how can I make amends, please join me for a drink? A coffee?"

"A coffee would be nice." The gentleman nodded his head slightly. In that crisp neat fashion that reminded Katherine, not only of her time in Germany, but of every German Officer in every old black and white war film she had ever seen.

Katherine caught the waiter's eye and ordered two coffees, she had, had enough gin for one afternoon.

Her guest slipped into the seat opposite her just as the the winners of the last race flickered over the large TV screen to her left. Damn she mentally swore, she had lost again.

"You were asking about betting, "Katherine began " Oh I am Katherine Harris by the way" She offered her hand and had to bite her tongue as she nearly said " I am in bras It was a sign that all the conversations she had with the male of the species these days, revolved round underwear.

 

[Tibxo]

Dirk Mason aka 'Hans Drucker'

"You were asking about betting...oh I am Katherine Harris by the way." She offers him her hand.

"Oh forgive my rudeness." He says, taking her hand. "My name is Hans Drucker. It is nice to meet you."

For a long moment, he holds her hand, his eyes staring into hers. Then, as if realising what he is doing he abruptly lets go, feigning embarrassment.

"Erm....How did your last race go? I lost mine I am afraid." He gives her an awkward smile as he tries to change the subject...

 

[Why]

Katherine Harris

Katherine gulped as Hans' bright blue eyes stared into hers. The warmth of his hand in hers made her mouth dry and her tongue stick to the roof of her mouth. "Blarrhh! Was her gargled answer to his question.

He had such bright blue eyes, such long fingers. Katherine found herself wondering what he could do with them, the fingers that is... get real she thought and swallowed hard trying to answer with some sense. "Lost, why I don't know? The animal looked fit, and its form..." She tapped her programme.

"Looking fit and past form is perhaps not the thing to go on?" Hans said and nodded his thanks to the waiter as the man placed two coffees before them.

"What then?" Katherine asked fiddling with the sppon on the side of her cup.

"The dog's name?" Hans suggested with a wry smile as he placed his coffee cup to his lips.

“Well let’s see....” Katherine replied a small smile breaking out on her face. “We have… Gay Fella…” I do hope not Katherine thought. “Easy Lady,” not that easy but it’s been a lonnnnng time her thoughts rambled. “Long Strokes,” and short ones “and oh look this one” Katherine’s finger pointed to the details of the neat cream and black bitch in the blue coat, being led out. “Industrial Espionage”

Hans gargled with his coffee, tried to swallow, but failed and it spurted out as he succumbed to a coughing fit

 

[Tibxo]

Dirk Mason aka 'Hans Drucker'

“Industrial Espionage”

At the words, Dirk chokes on his cup of Birds coffee.

"Mr Drucker!!! Are you okay?" Katherine exclaims as she leans forward to help, catching the Dirk's coffee cup and spilling its contents onto the table and into his lap.

"Arrgghhh!" Shouts Dirk (it is hot coffee) as he leaps up from the chair.

"Oh no!" Cries Katherine as she gets and kneels before Dirk's crotch. "Not again. I'm so sorry!" Quickly, she retrieves a table napkin and starts to wipe at the coffee stain.

"Mummy!" A recognisable voice shouts out. "That lady is still rubbing that man's leg!"

All Dirk can do is give a sheepish smile as the boy's mother gives them both another look of disapproval.

"Really you two. There are places to do that sort of thing and it isn't at a race course. Come along, Thomas. "

Katherine and Dirk wait as the woman goes stalking off before bursting out laughing.

"I am sorry, I'm really am." Katherine continues in between the bouts of laughter. "I don't seem to be having much luck with men's trousers today."

To Dirk's amazement, Katherine's forehead falls onto his crotch, causing a chain reaction in his body. Immediately, she snaps her head back, her eyes on the disturbance she has caused...

 

[Why]

Katherine Harris.

Katherine's eyes widened at the growing bulge, her mouth opens and...."God, what have I done? Scratch that I know what I have..... Errrr no, what I mean is, never had that effect before... yes I have, often, more than once, not lately, well not with my forehead... I don't usually with men, YES I DO" Sorry, I mean...... I think I better.."

As the words flowed Katherine wanted to ground to open up and swallow her. stupid, stupid, stupiddddd! she mentally curses.

The large TV screen bursts into life the words "We have a winner!" dance across the flickering picture.

No, we don't, Katherine thought I am going to be lucky if I get away without being charged for assult with a deadly forehead...

 

[Tibxo]

Dirk Mason aka 'Hans Drucker'

"God, what have I done? Scratch that I know what I have..... Errrr no, what I mean is, never had that effect before... yes I have, often, more than once, not lately, well not with my forehead... I don't usually with men, YES I DO" Sorry, I mean...... I think I better.."

Dirk just manages to hold back a huge grin as he watches Katherine's reaction to his reaction.

"There they are, officer. As you can see, they are performing leud and disgusting acts in a public place, right in front of my own son!!!"

Oh no! It's that kid's mother and she has brought along the police.

Before he can warn Katherine, the young looking constable has already approached them.

"Excuse me, sir, madam." He nods to Katherine who quickly scrambles to her feet. "I have had a few complaints that the two of you are behaving inappropriately."

"Oh God." Whispers Katherine as she turns her face away. Dirk notices that she is blushing furiously.

"I assure you, officer, that the young lady and I haf been doing nothing of the thing." He tells him, remembering to use his German accent. "She was simply helping me with a drink spill. Nothing more."

"Is that what you call it these days." Says the outraged mother.

The police offer tries to calm her down.

"Please, Mrs Seccomb. Let me handle this." Turning back to Dirk and Katherine, he continues.

"I didn't look like this to me. I am sorry, sir - madam, but I have to ask you two to come to the Station with me."

Dirk cannot believe his ears.

"Vot!!!? You are arresting us? For vot? Ve haf done nothing wrong."

"No, not at this stage, sir." Replies the policeman. "I just want you to come to the Station so we can get this sorted out."

"This is outrageous." Dirk complains, watching the mothe giving him a truimphant grin.

The police constable holds his ground.

"I am sorry, sir but if you and the young woman does not accompany me to the Station willing, I will be forced to arrest you."...

 

[Why]

Katherine Harris.

"It is all a mistake officer." Katherine sighed and looked round the small room under the grandstand that acted as the "police station" for the officers on duty at the race track.

"Was it?" The young constable asked.

"Yes," Katherine sighed again and noticed the constables eyes were on her bosom. Each time she sighed the top secret bra she was wearing, lifted, seperated and brought both out as if they were seeking attention.

"It is true." Hans repeated. "Just a series of accidents, that woman has a, what is the word..." He fumbled for words, his blue eyes dancing with amusement.

least he is amused Katherine thought and said out loud "You mean a dirty mind."

"Ya, that is it."

"So... it was all a mistake." The young Constable asked and flipped his note book shut. Katherine prayed he would just let them go as it was late on a Sunday afternoon and the paperwork he would have to fill in.

"Yes a mistake I am not that sort of woman... I mean.." Katherine sighed again, her boobs bouncing gently.

"Very well," The officer said and waved for them to leave. The sigh Katherine gave now, made her chest area almost vibrate and the young officer's eyes cross. He was not the only man looking either.

As she and Hans walked through the door Katherine said. "Look I seem to have caused you a lot of bother, can I offer you supper and I promise I won't drop any of it down you?" She mentally crossed her fingers, hoping, because, well he was the first man in ages that... well the first good looking one that appealed to her.

 

[Tibxo]

Dirk Mason aka 'Hans Drucker'

"Look, I seem to have caused you a lot of bother, can I offer you supper and I promise I won't drop any of it down you?"

It certainly has been. He thinks to himself but his first objective has been achieved.

"Only if you allow me to pay." He says to her as he stands to attention and offers his arm.

Smiling, Katherine gives him a small curtsy and links her arm in his as they head out of the stadium.

"Vell, Katherine. I may be new here. Do you know of any good restuarants? But please, not an Indian." He quickly adds with an exaggerated look of pain on his face. "The curry disagrees with my digestion."

They both laugh...

 

[Why]

Katherine Harris.

Oh Katherine thought, she just fancied a Balti, but she knew of a little place not far away a small restuarant owned by a young couple right out of catering school. It was damn good, different and relaxed. You were not always trying to figure out which fork to use and worry about dropping something on the table cloth, which with her accidents today.

"Do you want to drive or shall we walk it is not that far, a couple of streets?" Katherine asked as she enjoyed the feel of her arm linked with his. Mr Drucker did have the most bright blue eyes she had ever seen. For a moment she wondered if they were real?

They walked arm in arm until they reached the two terraced houses that had been converted into the restuarant. He held the door for her a proper gentleman Katherine thought and wondered if he was a "gentleman" even in the bedroom. She found herself smiling at the thought as John shouted a greeting from the kitchen door.

 

[Tibxo]

Dirk Mason aka 'Hans Drucker'

"Hiya, Kathy. What a surprise." Says the young man wearing a white shirt, black trousers and an apron, who comes over to greet them.

Dirk steps back as the two of them hug.

"Joanne!" The man called John calls out. "You won't guess who has just turned up."

A moment later, another young blonde woman comes out from what looks like the kitchen.

"Kathy!"

Immediately, the two women hug before moving away, chatting at 100-miles an hour.

"They will be at it for a little while now. Fancy a drink while you wait?" Asks John before pausing. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm John and that woman.." John points at the door that the girls have just gone through, "is my wife, Joanne."

"My name is Hans." Dirk tells him...

 

[Why]

Elizabeth Harris.

The first course vanished along with the first bottle of wine.

The main course arrived with other bottle and the talk drifted fromm one subject to another till Hans said "And vot line of work are you in?"

"I am in Lingerie," Hans left eyebrow went up at this. "Course I am in lingerie, rather nice it is too, I mean, what I mean to say." Katherine slurped her wine, waving a finger at Hans "I am in bras, yes, errr no... I work for a company that make them."

"I see, I think." Hans replied.

It was at this moment Katherine felt something warm running up her leg, something toe shaped. Oh how quaint, he is playing footise

 

[Tibxo]

Dirk Mason aka 'Hans Drucker'

"I see, I think." Dirk says as he sips more of the wine.

For a moment, he sees Katherine stiffens, before giving him a broad smile.

Puzzled, he returns her smile.

Again, he sees her stiffen. This time, her face looking a little flushed.

"What do you do, Hans?" Joanne is asking him.

"I am a sales consultant over here to attend some seminars."

"That's sounds interesting." Katherine says with a slight squeak.

"Not really." Says Hans politely. "But it pays the bills."

The meal continues with Katherine looking more and more flustered.

Finally, John gets up to clear the table.

"Are you sure, dear?" Asks his wife.

"You stay and entertain our guests." Insists her husband. "You cooked so I will wash up."

"I'll help." Hans offers as he gets up, watching Katherine's face turn into a look of shock.

As he follows John out of the room, he glances down under the table just in time to see Joanne's foot slide up in between Katherine's thighs. His face almost breaks into a smile as he realises from the looks she has been giving him, that Katherine must have thought that he had been the one doing the touching...

 

[Why]

Katherine Harris.

The night being slow, it being a sunday night. John and Joanne had joined their two customers. Now Hans had offered to wash up? He does have the money to pay for the meal doesn't he?

Not that either John or Joanne seemed to have bothered about a bill of any sort, just enjoyed the company.

Now as Hans moved away the sensation of a toe on her thigh hadn't Katherine froze and found she could not swallow as a pale smile crossed her lips as she looked at a grinning Joanne.

"I am going too." Katherine called, "you might say something." She rose all flustered and followed the two men into the kitchen, the sound of the scrape of Joanne's chair following her.

"So you don't vish to be out of my company?" Hans said smiling giving her a sly wink. He knows Katherine flushed. "Don't vorry I will escort you home correctly."

"Yes... I have to be up bright and early in the morning."

"Arrr.... important meeting about a bra, errr bras..." Hans said and banged down a plate.

"Yes..." Katherine answered suddenly feeling very cold in the heat of the kitchen.

 

[Why]

Katherine Harris.

double post...

 

[Tibxo]

Dirk Mason aka 'Hans Drucker'

Dirk tries to suppress his sniggering while the two of them say their goodbyes.

"I have to apologise for my wife." Says John to Dirk as they both watch Katherine hastily leave the restuarant after Joanne tries to approach her. "Though we are happily married, she has already had this thing for other women and she has liked Katherine for ages. I hope it didn't embarrass the two of you."

Dirk chuckles until he realises that John is saying.

"Oh. You zink ve are together? No. Ve are just good friends." He quickly tells him.

This time, it is John that chuckles.

"That is what I thought when I first went out with Joanne. We were married within three weeks."

Dirk gulps.

*************

A rather distressed looking Katherine is waiting for him outside.

"You okay?" He asks.

"Well..erm...I..." And she stops and turns to him. "You knew didn't you?"

"Knew vot?" Dirk says in mock innocence.

"You knew that it was Joanne that was...err.. touching me under the table."

Seeing the expression on her face, Dirk cannot hold it in any longer. He bursts out laughing.

"You rat." She laughs back, striking him good naturedly with her bag.

"I haf a question." He finally says after the laughter had died down. "Who did you think it vos if it vasn't Joanne?"...