‘They do, but nothing approaching what I can earn from doing what I enjoy best. Of course, I don’t have so much time for it now, but when I had my flat in Mayfair, I was grossing over five million a year.’ This time Julie was shocked.
‘That’s impossible!’
‘Not at all. I’ll admit I was fairly active, but £20,000 – £25,000 a day was commonplace. So, tell me, and you must be honest. Could you live with me, knowing what I do?’
‘Live with you?’ Julie’s dream was coming true. She had given her new found sexuality much thought overnight and came to the conclusion it would be best for her and Peter to separate. After the initial shock, he would benefit from having a woman who actually enjoyed sleeping with him; he was a strong handsome man and shouldn’t find it too difficult to find someone else. As for herself, she wanted to pursue her new relationship and Lucy was asking her to live with her. Would she be able to cope with the knowledge that she would be having sex with any number of men before returning to her bed though? She decided to evade the issue. ‘How can I be of use to you? I’m good at cleaning, but I know nothing about the travel business, or any other businesses for that matter.’
‘You don’t have to. I have managers coping with the day to day running of all my businesses, what I want you to do is help me monitor everything, As an ex bank employee, and from what I have heard, an excellent one, you will be good with figures. But you haven’t answered my question.’
Julie looked across the table at her lover. It would be absolute hell every time she went with a man. She wanted all of her, she didn‘t want to share. Lucy knew what she must be thinking. ‘They’re only men Julie. It doesn’t mean anything compared with being with you. I won’t go with another woman, I can promise you that.’
‘Can’t you promise me that you won’t go with men?’
‘I’m sorry, I can’t. You’re right about not needing the money anymore, but I’m still desperate for the sex.’
‘I could learn to give you everything you need. I want to be with you, I really do.’
‘Then we can work it out Julie. Come on; say yes, you’ll be the only one I love.’
‘How will I know that?’
‘You can watch me with men, anytime you want.’
‘I don’t think I could do that. Don’t think I want to.’
‘If you love me you will. You’ll want to see if you can do what they do for me. It will show you I have no love for them. It is only sex.’
Julie gulped on a sob and hated herself for it, she was getting silly and emotional, not like her at all, but, she’d never been in love with a woman before and if she was to be perfectly honest with herself; never been in love with a man either. She possessed Peter – it wasn’t love. She made her decision, stood up and held out a hand.
‘Can we leave all this for later please Lucy? I want to take you to bed.’
CHAPTER FIFTEEN.
Dudley Wink carried the letters from the Post Office Sorting Centre to his van. When he started sorting for his round over an hour before, he decided that he would change the delivery order the following Monday. That would give him chance to warn people he regularly spoke to on his round and blame management for the change. The main reason though, was that the only opportunity he would have to meet up with the delicious Natasha Billingsgate, on the new timings, would be late on Saturday mornings. The chance of finding her in a state of undress by then would be virtually nil, and, he could hardly hold the letter back until then. He pulled it out from under the dashboard and ran a finger lightly over the dried semen on the back of the envelope; it excited him to think that she would touch it. He would apologise for the state of the letter when he handed it over, but she would never in a million years guess what the yellowing stain was. Once he had seen her run her delicate fingers over it to open the envelope, the memory would be with him every time he watched the naked images of her, which he now had on disk. When he tired of Lucinda Lovebrace, he would come back to the delicious Natasha; the image of her standing naked by the window, began to playback in his mind. He deliberately switched it off. He had to be on his way if he was to avoid the traffic build-up for the shift changed at Meltcon.
It was 5.40am as he drove out from the Sorting Office, but even then he had to wait for half a dozen cars on their way to the chocolate factory before he could turn right onto Dunedin Way. What a way to earn a living! He couldn’t do it; stuck on a production line in a factory for eight hours at a time would drive him nuts. He whistled happily to himself as he drove past Hamsworth Tower and out through the estate gates towards the bypass. As the van hummed along in top gear, the image of the gorgeous Natasha Billingsgate, posing naked by the window played in his mind again. She was naked by her bedroom window, eagerly awaiting his arrival.
The Meltcon line was running hot. Simon Niggard insisted on the highest possible speed, even though the production target for the shift had been achieved almost one hour ago… With twenty minutes to go before the hand over at 6am, Peter Bunford was in the production office, arguing the case for stopping the line to investigate. He knew where the problem was and could have the casing off in a few minutes and if he couldn’t put things right there and then, at least they would know which parts were required. Simon Niggard refused, as Peter knew he would. He was tempted to walk out. The offer from Duggie Lummox, as he gave Barrie Billingsgate advice on how to deal with his injury, was exceptional and they clinched the deal on the spot. Whether Hamsworth Rugby Club would be able to able to afford a coach without Duggie’s backing was a mute point, but he enjoyed coaching and knew he could make a difference. In the end, he decided to say nothing and hand in his notice directly to Human Resources. He gave Simon Niggard a look which he hoped conveyed the contempt he felt for him and walked away. Meltcon, being Meltcon would insist on him working his notice, which was okay, it would give him chance to explain the situation to Lydia, the only person he would miss in the frenetic world of Meltcon.
Barrie stirred as the early morning sun played on the bedroom curtains. A quick exploration ascertained that he was still in Natasha’s body; he turned to check she was still in his. His body was there and he slid her hand over to find his ‘old boy’ erect and raring to go – as usual. He thought of Penny and how she always took care of her own foreplay. Perhaps he should do the same? He withdrew the hand, slid it down over her smooth belly and let Natasha’s fingers do their wonderful work. It seemed so automatic that he wondered how often she masturbated and if she had a vibrator hidden somewhere. He would look at the back of her knicker-drawer that would be the obvious place. Debbie must have one, her being a lesbian and all; probably got a whole cupboard full. Perhaps he should ask to borrow one, given what they had experienced together yesterday, she would hardly be surprised. It would be better than buying on the internet and having that pervert of a postman open the package. He suddenly remembered the pill which probably had something to do with pillock, which was what he thought of Dudley Wink. He looked over his body to Natasha's bedside table. Strange how they had changed bodies but Natasha in particular wanted to sleep on the same side of the bed. Her vagina was quite wet now and if he carried on much longer they might have an orgasm. Hey, that was good. They! Her body and fingers and his mind – what a team! He stealthily knelt over his own body. Natasha stirred as he used her delicate hands to haul his ‘old boy’ up to the right angle. Bull's eye! He was getting good at this female sex business.
‘For heaven’s sake, give me chance to wake up Barrie. What do you think you’re doing?’