Political party conferences in the UK serve four purposes: posing, plotting, partying and procreation (or at least the semblance of it). I hate them usually. Here I was, the Prime Minister’s deputy chief of staff herding the cats who were her ‘colleagues....
With the summer recess behind us, Tenant’s office had been thrown into a maelstrom of work. She reshaped her shadow cabinet and, to my great pleasure, Libby Manning was appointed shadow for the Environment. My main tasks as deputy to Tony Riley (Chief of...
Barbara had come to me after my night with Libby and Delphine. She'd come out of the shower and there she was with her strappy poking out of her silk sleep shorts. “Get over here then, Babs has something for you.” She stroked her dildo lasciviously. “Lif...
I was leaning against a wall. Henry Wayne’s election party was in full swing and I couldn’t give a damn. I didn’t like the man personally and would never have voted for him or his shitty party. So, why was I there? Well, I am ambitious. I intend to get a...
I’d thought it would be a mistake but I was wrong. With her eyes locked on mine she slid her hands behind my neck and slowly drew me to her. It was just as things went out of focus that I felt our lips touch and the warm moistness of her mouth on mine. I...
Liz Prosser was in her office in the Town Hall. She had spent the afternoon in a hotel room with Marion Carswell. During their joint trip to the Maldives they”d recognised that their sexual needs matched even better than they”d first believed and that aft...
Arnie Miller was an anachronism, a successful regional newspaper editor with his feet planted firmly in the middle of the 20th Century. Unreconstructed, he smoked and drank alcohol in the office despite both being illegal or against company rules. He wore...
Wednesday. The Hon. Lilly Caterham had asked me out to lunch. Since I was ‘resting’ as we in the acting profession actually never say, it was no problem for me. Since Lilly was massively wealthy it was no problem for her either. Lilly had thrown a party o...
It was a Saturday evening and my friend, Lilly was holding a party to celebrate. When I asked what she was celebrating, she explained simply that it was exactly one year since the Saturday evening when she discovered her husband, Bernard, in bed with thei...
Lauren got out of bed. Ava was lying on her back, her blonde hair spread across the pillow. Lauren looked at her breasts moving slowly up and down in time with her breathing as she slept and felt that her Sunday morning might be just as rewarding as her S...
Lauren arrived back at her hotel, the Hotel Stein, one of Frankfurt’s finest at around 9pm that Saturday night. Throughout the day she’d been shepherded by two local bodyguards, Erich and Hanse, since Carla and Frank were not allowed to carry weapons in G...
Frances had her hand in her panties. Her eyes were locked on the Barrett M82 in its case. Forget men, forget cock; this was the source of her imminent orgasm. The power, the danger; these were the mainstays of her arousal. She didn’t really need to look a...
Previously in ‘Carla.’ Carla is a professional bodyguard and assigned to protect the CEO of a large pharmaceutical company who has been targeted by animal rights activists. She was shot in one attack. Now fully recovered she has employed a former colleagu...
Harry Carter and I went way back. He was, like me, from a part of the military that doesn’t exist. He had to leave when he mislaid a leg in some shitty part of the world. I’d carried him most of the way out and while he didn’t owe me anything (he’d have d...
When Lauren is busy so is everyone around her. She’s driven and drives her staff. Sometimes it is difficult because although she recognises the need for security, especially in the light of the threats, she is adamant in not curtailing her activity. ‘If I...
