Sabina Jones was the illegitimate offspring of a local spinster who had succumbed to
the persuasion of an Asian businessman more than twenty years ago. Her upbringing had
been strict, with a mother determined that her daughter would not make the same mistake
she had.
Educated and confirmed within the Catholic faith, she was still a virgin when
Helstrop had introduced himself at the estate agency where she worked as a junior
receptionist. During his several visits to negotiate the lease on an office overlooking
the harbour at Hardway he had flattered and flirted with her.
When the deal was complete he’d returned and offered her employment as a public
relations assistant within his business, which was being transferred from Salisbury.
For the first few weeks she did nothing but secretarial duties and set–up social
venues for visiting executives. The nature of the business wasn’t obvious to her, with
“general import and export dealing” being the only explanation offered. One thing was
obvious from the outset; the security of each and every transaction was paramount, with
all details being hidden behind computer passwords known only to Morgan Helstrop.
She now realised how naïve she must have seemed when he’d called her into his inner
sanctum after a few weeks on the pretext of reviewing her work performance to date.
In fact she still remembered the interview with embarrassment.
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“I just thought it important to tell you how pleased I am with the way you’ve
settled in,” he’d informed her, leaning back in his chair. “It’s also a good opportunity
for us to discuss how your career could develop within the Company. Are you glad you
joined us?”
“Yes, I’ve nothing to complain about,” she’d replied. “You’re paying me more money
than the agency did and the work doesn’t exactly stretch my ability.”
“Good. Would you like to earn more money?”
“Of course, everybody can always do with a bit more, but it depends what I have to
do to earn it,” she advised him warily. “I don’t see what else I can contribute unless
you trust me more with the commercial aspects of the business than you do at present.”
“Don’t worry your head about that. I promise my customers total privacy, so you’ll
only learn more about our activity when it suits them,” he clarified. “It’s outside of
office hours you can serve me just now.”
“How?”
“By acting as a hostess when I’m entertaining clients. You are an extremely
beautiful woman who, with the right grooming, could give any occasion a real touch of
class.”
“What would be expected of me?”
“I’ll pay you twice your daily rate simply to attend each function and be sociable.
I’ll also give you a reasonable clothing and hairdressing allowance. After that, it’s
entirely up to you.”
“What do you mean, it’s up to me?”
“Don’t be naïve. Every man at the table will be lusting after you. These are rich
people, most of who will pay generously to get into your knickers.”
“I’m not like that! Do you really think I’m a tart?”
“No, certainly not. I wouldn’t let you near my friends and colleagues if I did,”
he’d attempted to set her mind at rest. “However, I do believe in using one’s assets to
the full and with your looks you could make a fortune.”
“I’m not putting my body up for sale.”
“Like I said, it’s up to you. Though, if you stop and think about it, perhaps
you’d find it fun as well as being lucrative.”
“What? Allowing a lot of dirty old perverts to climb over me?”
“Oh… I think I understand now,” he had whispered. “You’re not experienced, perhaps
even a virgin?”
The blush that illuminated her cheeks indicated the truth.
“Okay. I’m still happy to pay for the legitimate hostess activity,” he’d confirmed
with a smile. “Although, in my view, it’s time you learnt how to enjoy your body. I’m
very surprised you haven’t had a string of lovers by now.”
“I’ve had plenty of offers,” she’d replied hotly, “but I’ve never fallen in love.”
“You little fool,” he’d told her. “Life isn’t like a Mills and Boon romance. You
have to learn how to shape events and take what you want.”
“That’s not the way I’ve been brought up,” she’d demurred. “However, it’s true my
life is missing some excitement so I’ll be glad to help you with the entertainment, but
that’s as far as it goes.”
She recalled the following few weeks were a turning point, during which she
attended a number of informal events.
They had all followed the same pattern.
A small group of men shut away to discuss business for a couple of hours. Then,
after the private meeting, the scene became more convivial with the arrival of female
companions, pairing off into couples, serving drinks, dinner and then more drinks before
breaking up to go their separate ways.
It was frequently a different mix of businessmen, but the invited women were
invariably the same set. Slim models of mixed nationality. Self assured and beautiful,
the European, Oriental and Asian girls knew exactly what they were about and undertook
their role without embarrassment. They treated Sabina as one of the team despite it being
obvious she didn’t fulfil the ultimate goal.
Sometimes a client tried to break her resolve, but she remained steadfast against
all the approaches and was always the last to leave.
Helstrop always booked two overnight rooms at the hotel, one for him and the other
for Sabina to retire to at the end of the occasion. The next morning he’d drive her to
the office where they would resume their normal working relationship.
Then, one evening the event concluded earlier than usual. Morgan had appeared to
encourage the clients to hurry with their dinner and get away to bed with their partners.
Sabina hesitated to call it a night and approached her boss as he sat at the bar.
“Another drink Mr. Helstrop?” She’d asked.
“Mm, yes, I will have another if you’ll sit and talk awhile,” he agreed, eyeing her
up and down. “You go and sit in the corner by the fireplace and I’ll get the drinks. By
the way, I think it’s time to be more informal, please call me Morgan, the same as all my
friends do.”
He crossed the room a few minutes later and put a brandy glass into her hand.
“What’s this?” She’d queried. “That’s not my normal drink.”
“It’s something special. A concoction of my own that I think you’ll enjoy,” he
explained with a smirk. “Brandy, with a few herbs added for flavour and a small potion to
give it a kick. Try it.”
“What do you mean a small potion? I don’t know whether I like the sound of that.
What exactly does it do?”
“Trust me. I wouldn’t give you anything that I didn’t think you’d enjoy. Haven’t
I always played straight with you?”
“That’s true,” she’d admitted, relaxing slightly and taking an exploratory sip. “I
guess you’ve been pretty good to me.”
“Then settle back and enjoy yourself,” she remembered him saying before things took
on another perspective.
Within a few minutes they were chatting easily together and Sabina found herself
studying him with unusual interest.
He was really quite good looking, in a swarthy sort of way. His dark, curly hair
was long at the neck, virtually covering his ears. Expansive chest. Slim waist and hips.
Long, well manicured fingers gently pulling at his prominent nose as he talked. White
teeth that gleamed as he smiled.
She hadn’t registered how handsome he was before now and, while raising her eyes to
look into his face, she wondered why he was suddenly making such an impact.
All at once it seemed as if her heart had stopped. Her breath came in painful
gasps as her entire body tingled with excitement. She felt the muscles in each breast
tense as the nipples grew and hardened. Her buttocks clenched and she felt a wetness
develop within her vagina.
Shivering slightly as the unexpected arousal swamped her senses, she struggled to
stay in control.
Easing her body forward to the edge of the chair, she’d leant forward in an attempt
to follow the conversation.
It was impossible! Her concentration had gone completely. Flexing her groin and
surreptitiously rubbing herself against the upholstery, she was overtaken by an urgent
need to surrender her inhibitions and shag the man opposite her.
Helstrop had watched her intently, trying to judge the right moment to make his
move. Seeing her nostrils quiver as she slipped a hand into her lap to increase the
manipulation between her thighs, he assessed that the drug added to her drink had taken
effect.
He’d stood and took her hand, helping her to her feet.
“Come on, I think it’s time to retire, don’t you? I reckon you’re just about ready
for bed.”
“Can we both go to your room?” She recalled almost begging him until he had smiled
and nodded.
“Lovely… and will you please fuck me?”
The woman smiled at the memory of how anxious she’d been while waiting for him to
confirm that was his intention. She’d been shocked by her own urgency at the time, but
now the recollection of that request and the events that followed amused her.
She’d stumbled through the door, shedding her clothes while heading for the bed.
Within seconds she was spread across the counterpane, unselfconsciously caressing herself
in an attempt to relieve the lust still being whipped up by the potion.
The red mist of desire had completely engulfed her and she begged for him to hurry
up and get on with taking her virginity. She wanted nothing more than to be penetrated by
this man who seemed determined to avoid haste.
“All in good time,” he’d murmured in response to her plea. “There are a few
preparations to complete first, to ensure your introduction to sex is perfect. I can
guarantee you won’t go off the boil for a long time yet.”
He bathed her in warm water, scented with sweet smelling oils. Her excitement
simmered as he shaved her pubic mound and patted her body dry with a soft towel. Then he
rubbed a lotion over her torso and thighs, leaving the skin soft and moist.
By the time he carried her back to the bed she was nearly out of her mind with
impatience.
“Nearly done,” he’d whispered, leaning over to kiss her belly.
She’d felt a sharp pain as his fingers entered her with a sudden thrust to break
the intact hymen.
“Now you’re ready,” he informed her with a grin. “Swallow this while I get
undressed and the rest of the night is for your delectation.”
Suddenly she had been suspicious and questioned what the proffered pill was for.
The spiked drink had released her sexuality to frightening proportions and she knew any
further aphrodisiac would probably drive her insane. However, she relaxed when told it
would provide instant contraception.
“Tonight is for fun and experience, not making babies. Time enough for that
later,” he’d explained cryptically.
He came to her naked with his large member flaccid against his thigh.
For an hour he had her swooning through repetitive orgasms, using nothing more than
his fingers and mouth. Eventually, as his tongue sought to initiate another climax by
probing the soft flesh beneath her smooth pubic bone, she’d eased him away, claiming
enough was enough and she could take no more.
Grinning without comment, he lifted her arm and laid her hand across the mass of
curls at his crotch.
His penis grew huge and hard in her hand, causing a fresh wave of anticipation to
flow through her body and within minutes she was straddled across him, bouncing up and
down the throbbing shaft with revitalised enthusiasm.
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