Horny Little Women Ch. 09
Date: 07.02.2009Keywords: Women, Horny, Ch., Little, 09,
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The morning after Tino Sala's dinner party Matthew Ryder rose early, planning to spend the day with newfound mentor Johnny Frio. He wanted to know as much as possible about a business in which he was seriously considering taking a stake. The financial incentives notwithstanding, the thrill of being around hidden cameras and covert activity appealed immensely to a twenty-year old whose horizons were being expanded by the day.
Johnny's office was located at the northern end of the marina, a brisk walk in the cool air of morning. As he passed by, Matthew was heartened to see a hive of activity around Ryder Tower so early in the day. The plastic coat removed, the orange-brown brickwork shone, making an imposing sight. It would be some landmark in the coming years and not a bad pension plan either! But for now he had Plan A to concentrate upon.
Only too happy to dedicate some time to a young man he'd already developed a paternal instinct towards Johnny welcomed Matthew into the squat office. Thankfully he had no employees to take up precious space. That did dictate that he had to type his own reports and do all the administration, a real bind at times, but fewer overheads meant any profit was maximised. Matthew nodded approvingly. Already developing into a shrewd young businessman, he liked the sound of that.
Johnny went on to explain the ins and outs of the company, disclosing that referrals fell into three main categories. The main thrust was from insurance companies and lawyers requiring evidence for the purposes of litigation. This mainly comprised shooting film of claimants doing things they shouldn't: commonly known as malingering. Likewise, the government used his services to obtain evidence of fraudsters working whilst claiming benefits. The third strand was the private jobs, 'the juicy stuff': husbands seeking proof of their wives having affairs, and vice versa.
Those three areas, the covert operations, comprised 98% of Johnny's workload, he explained, and was the foundation upon which the business was built. The other 2% was the non-covert, mainstream stuff such as wedding photography and party videos or anything else that required a cameraman. Matthew nodded thoughtfully to demonstrate that he was absorbing it all.
The introduction done, Johnny got down to business. In actual fact, the financial implication mattered less to Matthew than the nature of the business which sounded wholly thrilling. Thus, Johnny's request for $100,000 for a 25% stake seemed far from unreasonable, more so when it was inferred that, upon his death, it would all be passed to Matthew. It seemed to be a win-win situation though the young man's financial advisor would be able to give him a better idea. However, unless there were any serious discrepancies, he intended to commit to the deal once his inheritance to come through.
Smiling, he went to shake his new partner's hand, only for Johnny to drop the bombshell. "Whoa Matthew, you think it that easy?"
Matthew's eyes narrowed. "Oh I thought..."
"Nah, first you have to prove your suitability. Not everyone cut out to do what I do, you know."
The young man's chin dipped. "Prove my suitability?"
"Yah, your initiation test."
Matthew rubbed at his chin. "Test?"
"Yah, to show me you make worthy partner."
"How do you mean...? I...um...I've never done anything like this before...I'm not sure I..."
Johnny waved away his protégé's concerns. "I set you simple task to begin with, yah."
"Um, o-okay."
"Don't sound so scared, you enjoy this task," Johnny revealed, eyes sparkling. "I want you retrieve hidden camera...it's still attached to Connie's suspender belt."
Matthew's jaw dropped and he swallowed hard. "You're joking?"
Johnny issued a grave expression. "These things no grow on trees, you know."
Matthew didn't like the sound of the task one bit, and his face told as much.
"You no think you can do it, Matthew no? And you want be surveillance expert like Uncle Johnny?"
"Yes, but..."
"Yes but nothing," the older man countered. "In twenty-five years this face been punched so many times I lose count, I been chased through fields by gangsters, bitten by vicious dogs, threatened with violence...This no job for a shrinking violet."
Matthew took exception to the challenge to his masculinity, pushing out his chest like a rooster. "Okay, I'll, um, do it."
"Good, good. I done all groundwork, so easy-peasy. Connie, she no go work this morning, drink too much last night and not get home till four in morning. She so drunk she still have same stockings on from last night."
Johnny produced the sleek black receiver from the previous evening. Sure enough the camera was still in place on Connie's thigh, trained upon a smooth yet gently sleeping pussy.
The thought of sexual matters cheered Matthew. "Did she spend the rest of the night without any panties on?"
Johnny grinned. "She sure did – and drunker she get, flirtier she get. If you'd hang around Matthew you'd be well in!"
"Really?"
Johnny's smile evaporated. "Maybe, maybe not."
"Oh?"
"Perhaps I shouldn't tell you this..."
"Oh you have to now..."
Johnny pursed his lips. "Let's just say she not very complimentary about you."
"In what way?"
Johnny exhaled. "She say you like all Englishmen, you have no balls. And she call Heather cheap peasant and say you must be cheap peasant too."
"Oh did she now?"
"Yes. Now go bring back my camera."
The young apprentice ambled off, mulling over in his mind just where to start. He recalled the table talk from the previous evening, gradually piecing together a plan. Connie lived close to the marina, perhaps no more than five minutes away. All he needed was a plausible way inside.
Oh yes, he had her phone number. Subtlety would get him nowhere, that much was certain. It was time to be brave. No balls indeed. He'd show her. Removing the mobile phone from his pocket, Matthew made the call. Connie sounded groggy, cheering perceptively when she learned who it was. "Um, I'm in the area," Matthew added. "I could, um, use a cup of tea and it sounds like you could too."
He awaited her response, heart pounding and scarcely able to believe he was going through with this. But she appeared receptive to the idea and, having gained directions, the wannabe investigator headed to her apartment. On the way he passed Joe, Manila's famous window cleaner, the pair exchanging a hearty greeting.
An intercom system meant that Connie didn't need to leave the comfort of her bed. "Hello?" he called out, creeping down the hallway and up the stairs, a bedroom door slightly ajar with soft music and a bluish light seeping out.
Drawn like a moth to a flame, Matthew pushed open the door and stepped inside the partly lit bedroom. Lying atop the bed in the sulphur-like glow and clad in just stockings and suspenders, Connie made no effort whatsoever to cover up. Dark straggly tentacles of hair spilled on the pillow and her pert breasts were brazenly on display. His eyes lowered to fix upon the top of a crack that was just visible between her legs. "So, how do you like your tea?" he enquired.
"Hot and sweet like my men," she rasped.
Matthew swallowed hard.
"But forget the tea yah. Get over here and fuck me now."
Matthew's eyes expanded. Honest to God he'd never intended for this to happen. Given what she'd allegedly said about him at the dinner party and basking in the warmth of his fledgling relationship with Heather, his only feelings for Connie were of disdain. But she was like a rapid bitch on heat, foaming at the mouth, and he was horny as hell.
As he wavered at the side of the bed, she reached up to loosen the tie and unbutton the shirt in one eager movement. Swooning at the strong chest beneath, she ran her talons through the light thatch of hair at its centre. At the same time, Matthew wrestled with his trousers and boxers, kicking them off to kneel naked before her on the bed.
Her breasts were little raised mounds sitting proudly upon her chest, topped off with attentive brown nipples that just seemed to crave attention. Matthew wasted no further time with misgivings, surrendering to lust. The left teat fitted snugly in his pursed lips, treated to a good hard suck until it swelled and felt ready to explode in his mouth. Baring his teeth, Matthew nibbled around the areola, tongue lapping at the nipple's underside. Connie groaned with lust, her eyes sparkling at having bagged this prize so easily.
Yet there was more to Matthew than perhaps she'd given him credit for.
He moved across to the right breast, leaving a little trail of saliva between the pair, before doing the same to the other, only more forcefully and with more bite, causing Connie to squeal and scrape her nails over his scalp.
Lifting her hands back behind her head, she took a firm grip on the upright metal bars of the bedstead. Matthew moved so that he towered over her, his knees were between hers. Leaning down so that their stomachs brushed, his arms fitted over hers, big hands covering the little clenched fists that gripped so tight to the bedstead it was as if she was scared to let go.
Their bodies rolled together, both adjusting to gain optimum position. But just as he was about to plunge in to her waiting pussy, Matthew stopped. Reaching aside, his hand fell upon the discarded tie. "Oh Matthew, you no going to tie me up like naughty little girl, are you?" she breathed.
Matthew smiled wickedly. He'd adjudged her a kinky bitch from the very first moment they'd met and was pleased to see the hunch was right. How could Johnny have ever doubted his judgement? He was going to make a great investigator, blessed with intuition and guile.
He slipped the tie around her wrists, securing them to the bedstead, hands wiggling. When Connie prompted him to tie it harder, he pulled the knot extra tight, then looped another, eliciting a whimper. She tugged forward, testing the knot and causing the metal grille to rattle noisily, wrists secured fast. Her big black eyes were as wide and wondrous as a child's on Christmas Day as Matthew rubbed his hands with glee.
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Keywords: Women, Horny, Ch., Little, 09,