The story, when it broke was like an earthquake. The paper had withheld it from the first edition to prevent its competitors from attempting to catch up. The later editions had it on the front page and then on pages 2, 3, 4 & 5. It was a proper old-fashioned tabloid scoop. Jess’s picture stared out from every page. The British press is very restrained in what it can print so there was a lot of cropping & blurring, but it was blindingly obvious what was going on in every shot.
The morning TV & radio shows all mentioned the story in their papers reviews but most were very circumspect. They referred to a well-known young female businesswoman.
News is an international commodity, and anyone with a rudimentary knowledge of the internet could quickly find uncensored pictures on European news sites.
Someone in the firm’s PR department had been fielding calls all day and just refusing to reply. It fell to them to call Jess’s father in Bermuda and let him know what had happened.
Jess had slept late following her exertions of the previous night. The first inkling she had of the story was when she was woken at around noon by a call from her father.
It was not a friendly call; Sir Nigel was apoplectic. He told her he was flying back to London and that he expected her to meet him at Heathrow. “There had better not be a photographer in the terminal,” he snarled
There are some situations where even the most sophisticated damage limitation exercises were pointless and this was one of them. The firm's PR man turned off his phone and went for a long walk in the Dales.
Louise, her husband and the Fox could not believe how well their plan had worked. They had bought several copies of the paper. Louise invited the Fox to her house for brunch. He said he would bring champagne, it seemed appropriate.
When the Fox arrived he was both surprised and delighted to see Irena was already there. He was too much of a gentleman to enquire whether she had spent the night with them and it was none of his business anyway.
They enjoyed a leisurely brunch and the champagne made them all slightly tipsy. Louise tidied the dishes away and loaded the dishwasher. When she emerged from the kitchen she was naked.
“This has been a fantastic result and far better than we could have imagined. I want to celebrate, I want you both now. Take your clothes off.”
Both men were taken off guard by the turn of events but did as Louise asked. Their cocks were visibly stiffening. Louise knelt in front of the Fox and Irena in front of her husband they began sucking cocks in tandem. It was obvious to the Fox that Irena must have spent the night in bed with Louise and her husband.
When the Fox was fully hard, Louise ordered him to lie on the rug. She then mounted him and took his cock deep into her pussy. Irena then sat on his face and he was able to enjoy her smooth young pussy for the first time. Finally, her husband applied lube to her bum and his cock and pushed it gently into her. Louise was double penetrated. Both men knew what she liked and got a good rhythm going timing their thrusts expertly. The feeling of the two cocks was just exquisite. The fact that they belonged to the two men she admired most, added to the feeling. She was also able to kiss and fondle Irena’s tits as the young Ukrainian enjoyed the Fox’s talents for the first time.
No one could endure that degree of stimulation for long and Louise’s first orgasm was loud and guttural. Both men continued to fuck her until they both ejaculated. Louise was full of spunk.
The Fox reached for the champagne and all four lay around naked and sated while they enjoyed the afterglow of their deeply satisfying shag. Nobody bothered to get dressed so they eventually retreated up to the main bedroom and shagged some more. Both men had Louise and Irena
The afternoon passed in a blissful trance until they realised that their exertions had made them hungry. Nobody had prepared any food so they ordered a takeaway curry and Louise’s husband nipped to the off-licence for more wine.
The main bed was fine for having sex on but it wasn’t big enough for four to sleep in. Irena admitted that she had spent last night in the bed between Louise and her husband and had enjoyed both of them.
Tonight Louise made up the bed in the spare room and Irena and the Fox slept there.
The next morning Louise called the office and left a message saying that she was still not completely better and would require a couple more days off. Nobody picked up the message because the switchboard had crashed with messages and questions from hundreds of reporters.
Jess endured a very lonely drive down the M1 towards Heathrow. She checked again and again but her Father’s flight was on time.
Sir Nigel’s mood had not improved, when after settling into his First Class BA seat and being offered a glass of champagne, the cabin staff had offered him a British newspaper to read. They could not have made a worse choice. Inside, Sir Nigel was seething and ready to explode but outwardly he maintained the demeanour that had served him so well throughout his long successful career.
Sir Nigel strode through arrivals like a man who owned the place. He had a small carry-on bag so was not inconvenienced by baggage reclaim. He met his daughter in the terminal. She was hiding behind some huge sunglasses and a headscarf. Nobody recognised either of them. He ordered Jess to drive him to a hotel near Henley where he stayed while attending the regatta. It was discreet and out of the way. They would not be disturbed there.
On the drive, he asked for a chronology of events and more importantly, if there was more to come. Jess thought it best to tell him about the situation with Louise.
“I recruited Louise years ago, she has been a loyal and hardworking colleague for decades. What on earth persuaded you to behave that way? On second thoughts don’t tell me, I don’t think I can take much more,” Sir Nigel thundered.
The next day, the Fox needed to return to London and Irena had to get ready for work. They embraced and went their separate ways. Louise’s husband had left much earlier after another blissful night with his wife.
Louise spent the day pottering, reading and even went for a swim after that she got some ingredients and prepared a nice supper.
The following morning the news on the radio contained a short item on the statement that the firm had issued to the Stock Exchange. It simply said that Jess would be taking a leave of absence for an unspecified time and that Sir Nigel would be running the firm until an interim Chief Executive could be appointed. Given his age, the statement went on to say that he would be advised by a small group of senior staff. There was no need to say anymore.
Louise logged on to her computer and checked the share price, it was down but the firm appeared to have weathered the storm for now.
Later that morning Louise was surprised to see a motorbike draw up outside her house. The rider knocked at her door and handed her a handwritten envelope.
Louise went inside, made a coffee and opened the envelope. She couldn’t remember the last time she had received a letter.
Although she hadn’t seen it for years she instantly recognised Sir Nigel’s confident handwriting. The letter read,
Dear Louise,
What my daughter did to you was unacceptable and outrageous. May I start by offering you my sincere and heartfelt apologies. This should not have happened.
You have every right to come after the firm with lawyers and seek the compensation that is owed to you. I hope you will not, we have both spoken before about how, in this situation, the only real winners are the lawyers.
I am going to be running the business for the next few months and I’m going to need some advice on how everything has changed since I retired. I would very much like you to be one of those advisors. You will shortly receive a letter outlining your proposed new salary which I will backdate to the first of January.
If you agree to this I would like to see you in the boardroom at eight-thirty tomorrow morning; we are going to be busy.
Finally, I remember that you are a keen rugby fan. I would like to offer you two tickets to next year’s Rugby Sevens in Hong Kong. It is a marvellous week. I will arrange flights and a hotel I know well. You will not have to sit in the back of the plane.
Once again I apologise from the bottom of my heart for what my daughter did to you.
I hope to see you in the boardroom tomorrow morning.
Nigel.
Louise read the letter a second time and realised that she had let her coffee go cold.
Louise smiled to herself. She was fond of Sir Nigel and looked forward to working with him again. She remembered that he used to describe himself as the tightest Yorkshireman on the planet, a badge he wore with pride. She had done alright.
Louise was back on top where she liked to be. She made an appointment with her hairdresser and one to get her nails done. She was going back to work tomorrow.
