E Daymuir - Betwixt Natasha

'I thought Debbie did that sort of thing?'

'She does, but I – that is to say you – will be doing the modelling.’

Barrie perked up at the thought of parading around in sexy underwear. It was Natasha’s work as well as her fantastic looks and figure that attracted him to her in the first place. She was a partner in DebTash, an exclusive corset and lingerie business, which she ran with Debbie, a friend from Art College.

'How many pieces will I have to model?'

'Six. I’ll go through them with you. It’s a mixture of designs by Debbie and me. Mine are, fine lace underwear, a basque and a lovely cream silk chemise, which has been made to my design by one of the out-workers we will use if we get a large order. Oh, and a set of French style underwear, which I would rather not show.'

'Why not?'

'Because I think they will be better as an expensive couture item for our private customers.'

Barrie swung Natasha’s beautiful legs over the side of the bed and sashayed into the bathroom. Natasha was shaving, taking great care as she wielded the razor under his chin. She looked anxiously at her own body as he took up what he considered to be a model pose, with one knee forward, left hand on hip and right held high, wrist bent forward.

'Barrie! For heaven’s sake, please don’t ham it up. This is a very serious presentation. It could be worth a small fortune to us.'

Barrie held Natasha’s hands out in a gesture of surrender. 'Okay, okay, I promise. I’ll do whatever you say.'

'That’s better. Well the first thing to remember is you are in my body, so you use the things I use. I have made the mistake of using my shower gel instead of yours.'

Barrie lent forward and sniffed at his own skin. 'Nice. I wouldn’t get too close to Duggie if I was you.'

His face frowned back at him. Natasha quite liked Duggie Lummox, the boss of Travel Plan. He didn’t help himself with his appearance, but since his wife died, he had immersed himself in running the company and didn‘t seem to care. There had been whispers about him propositioning young women at the Rugby Club, where he was Chairman, but she did not believe it. He had always been kind and never made a pass at her. She wondered what Barrie meant. 'He’s not gay, is he?'

'No, just joking. Duggie’s okay, but you never know who might get turned on by that fragrance.'

'As long as it’s not Sir Ken Allerby.' She shuddered at the thought. 'I’ll splash on plenty of your Lacoste and hope that’ll do the trick. Anyway, remember to use my shower gel and shampoo. I’ll rustle up some breakfast.’

Barrie could hardly wait to get in the shower cubicle. The handle of the back brush slipped easily into Natasha’s vagina, which was well lubricated by his semen. The ribbed handle felt pleasant as he moved it gently in and out against the swollen labia, but the angle was wrong and the brush rubbed her thighs. He turned it the other way and the kink in the handle directed it towards what he had assumed was Natasha’s G spot. He was tempted to see how far he could push the handle in, but it felt good where it was. He settled into a fast rhythm, comparable to the usual speed of his thrusting and caressed Natasha’s clitoris with the fingers of her other hand. It was not long however before he realised that Natasha’s body preferred the waltz to the quick step. He slowed the penetrative thrusts of the ribbed handle to the point where every single movement provided unbelievable pleasure. He felt the first tingling of orgasm and the sensation slowly built to a point where it became almost unbearable. Then the orgasm peaked to a fantastic moment of release, yet even then, when it would be all over for him, the tingling sensation of a pending orgasm continued. He was sure it would not take much to come again, but conscious of time, he reluctantly withdrew the improvised instrument of pleasure and lathered her gorgeous body in Jo Malone shower gel.

When Barrie arrived in the kitchen, Natasha commented on the blush, which still lingered on her cheeks, shoulders and breasts. Barrie passed it off by saying he preferred a hot shower, which obviously did not agree with her tender skin.

Over toast and coffee, they discussed what they needed to do for the day. Natasha briefed Barrie on his duties for the sales presentation. He would have to dress himself – Debbie would not expect to help. Fortunately, her make-up was always minimal. She would show him how to apply a little lip-gloss and how to run a comb through her long hair, which would then pretty well look after itself for the rest of the day. Her nails had been varnished the previous evening and as she used a natural shade, nothing would need to be done about that, probably for a couple of days. The panties and bra she had chosen for the day would be right for modelling the slips, basques and camisoles, so he would only need to change to the French style underwear for the final presentation. He was not to attempt to do any of her needlework or welding. If the situation remained as it was for longer than a few days, he would be able to get by with a bit of design work, which she would do for him in the evenings.

Natasha had obviously given their situation more thought than Barrie, who had been more obsessed with exploring her sexuality than thinking through the complexities of their situation. Natasha had a rough idea of Barrie’s duties at Travel Plan, but was there anything specific he should tell her? Barrie’s brain was racing, trying to cover all angles. He could hardly tell her he’d been giving Samantha, one of his key telesales girls, an occasional seeing to. She worked in Travel Plan Dynamic, a new division of the company, which was proving very profitable. He’d often referred to having lunch with Sam, but failed to mention she was female and gorgeous. With the Board Meeting taking up most of the day, there would be no reason for her to visit telesales, so he should be safe there – at least until tomorrow. Of course, there was always Penny Betts. Penny could cause trouble, but not intentionally. Penny was one of his old girl friends. Their relationship had run its course and they had split amicably; consequently they were still good friends. Penny was PA to Duggie Lummox and could be very helpful. Trouble was, if she couldn’t get a regular shag, she would ask him to help out – just for old time’s sake. Other than those two, there was nothing much to worry about; apart from that classy cleaner, what was her name? Lucy or Lucinda something – but that was a one off. The Board Meeting should not present any problems. He was not expected to make a formal presentation, so she could just go with the flow. There were nine directors on the board, including the company secretary. She had met most of them at sometime or other, but that was not good enough for Natasha, she wanted more detail.

'Go through them for me. How do you address them, by their first names? Do they have nicknames?'

'Ah, good point. The meeting’s are pretty laid back although the chairman, John Toddleigh does insist on being addressed as ‘Mr Chairman’ once the meeting is in progress, other than that it’s John. Duggie Lummox, is, of course. Duggie.'

Natasha interrupted his flow. 'I’ve never met John Toddleigh, what does he look like?'

'He’s a chubby little man with a pink face and a shock of white hair. You can’t mistake him.'

Natasha nodded. 'Okay, so who’s next?'

'Sir Kenneth Allerby is Sir Ken. You’ve met him. A loud Yorkshire man who made his money in scrap metal.'

Natasha shuddered. Sir Ken had made an improper suggestion at the Travel Plan Christmas Party. 'Yes, I remember Sir Ken – only too well.'

Barrie failed to pick up on the vibe. He continued through the list of board members.

'I don’t think you’ve met Lady Macdonald. She’ll be wearing a Macdonald tartan skirt and a white long sleeved blouse. Wears the same outfit, summer or winter. Looks quite severe, but a sweetie and very supportive. She doesn’t stand on ceremony and prefers to be called Sophie. Phillip Stammers, the company secretary is Phil. That leaves the executive directors. Basil Main, the financial director, known to all as Bas. Pauline Sykes, personnel director. She’s really genuine and I’ve never heard of her referred to as anything other than Pauline. Finally, there’s the one you really have to watch, Sally Barnard the marketing director. She can be deadly and won’t miss any opportunity to stab me – you – in the back. Basically she’s very ambitious and wants to run sales and marketing as a step to running the whole company. Trouble is, her ambition far exceeds her ability, but I think Duggie knows that and keeps her in check.'