After lunch we were driving along the Mespil Road on our way to the job when I spotted, Natalie, our receptionist, standing outside the Baggot Inn, drinking a pint. She was with a girl with long dark hair and they looked like they were out on a session.

“Look yon,” I said. and pointed at them.

“Yon? Fucking yon? Are we on a ship being rowed by slaves?”

“It’s a word,” I said.

“Here’s another word, Tony, dickhead. Fucking yon! The world’s going mad, turn right here.”

“Is Natalie off work today?”

“No idea, I’ve had my head in those files since 9:00. Why?”

“It looks like she’s out on the piss.”

“With a fox. Should we stop by and see what we can see? One never knows one’s luck.”

“We’re meeting Colin Cantwell. Remember?”

“Yes. We’ll check them out on our way back.”

We parked outside the job and opened the lock on the gates, Cantwell hadn’t arrived yet but we needed to refine some measurements in any case. He appeared beside us shortly after.

Peter tapped his wrist. He didn’t wear a watch. Cantwell laughed.

“They’re letting the boys out to do the men’s work?” he sneered.

“Yes,” Peter said, “you’re our first call. We decided to eliminate the fuckwits first.”

He held a chastened look on his face as he looked at me for support. I just shrugged my shoulders and said,

“You can slag me off all you want but Peter’s the boss here, Chris. Deal with it.”

“It’s Colin. Not Chris.”

“Sorry. I thought it was Cantwell. Not notchris.”

“It’s not Chris, dickhead, it’s Colin.”

“What did I say?“

“You’d said Chris.”

“Did I? But it’s not Chris.”

“That’s what I’m telling you.”

“I know. Chris, don’t labour the point, for fuck’s sake.”

“It’s not, ah fuck it.”

Peter’s shoulders were shaking with laughter as he walked away from us. Cantwell followed him.

“Are you two quite finished your inane conversation?” he said to Cantwell.

“He’s being a prick, Peter, that’s all. Jumped up little bastard.”

“Let’s get something on the record here, Chris. Tony is the co-lead on this job, so the next time you call him a bastard, just walk out of here and you’ll never work for us again. Am I clear?”

“I didn’t realise, sorry lads. Sorry, Tony.”

“No problem, Chris. I’ve often called you an arrogant prick, so I suppose we’re even.”

“On that note. Here’s the job.”

He handed off a few pages to Colin and brought him through the requirements. Colin asked a few questions and made notes on the back of one of the pages.

“Do you have to deface my drawings?” Peter asked.

“Do you have any spare paper?”

“Do I have the word ‘Easons’ stamped on my head? Get your own fucking paper. I cannot believe you came down late to a site meeting without at least bringing some kind of pad to write on. I think you’re losing your touch, Chris. Maybe we should work with Irish Heritage on this one.”

“I didn’t realise,” he began to answer.

“What didn’t you realise? That the ‘boys’ are running the show? Is this the best we can expect from you? Cadden told us that you were the man for the job but I sincerely doubt that.”

“Ah come on, Peter. It’s a misunderstanding.”

“Ok well, fuck off around to the shop and buy a pad. If you’re longer than ten minutes, don’t bother coming back.”

And off Cantwell fucked.

“My hero,” I said, and put my hand in my pocket. “Here.”

He held out his hand.

“What is it?”

I dropped Emma’s white lace thong into his hand.

“Ooh, that’s an expensive one. Whose is it?”

“It’s Emma’s.”

“Nice. Can I sniff? You won’t feel cuckolded?”

“You go ahead, Peter. Sniff away. I prefer the taste.”

“Now we’re getting somewhere, at last. That was nicely handled with Cantwell, by the way. You pissed him right off. Let’s call him a different name when he comes back. Piss him off some more.”

“I think we’ve put him in his place, Peter. We need to be a little detached now, make him sweat.”

“You’re right. We should be nonchalant, like we know more than he does.”

“Yes, everything the prick does, we check it out, ask for paper for every fucking screw.”

“Haunt the fucker into his grave. We’ll see who the ‘boys’ are then.”

Cantwell returned like a recalcitrant child and we made progress. When he left, Peter smiled and said,

“Let’s find Natalie and her fox.”

We drove by the pub on the way back, but she was gone.

“Fancy a few swift halves later?”

“I can’t tonight.”

“Heavy date?”

“Yes, with my mother.”

“Ooh incest.”

“Ah she called me today to make an appointment to see me. I didn’t realise that I hadn’t been home for several nights. She was worried.”

“You’re a prick, Tony, you can’t be doing that.”

“I’ve been up in my own head of late, Peter. It’s totally my own selfish fault. I’ve no excuses.”

“Where have you been sleeping?”

“Hither, tither and yon. You know yourself.”

“Now you’re just taking the piss.”

“I’ll tether myself to the house as much as I can this week, it’s not my favourite time of year.”

“Why?”

“Ah, lots of reasons.”

“Is that code for mind your own business?”

“No, I just don’t like talking about it.”

“So you’re gonna sit in your mother’s house, watch tv and brood for the week?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“So where have you been sleeping? Or more to the point, who have you been shagging?”

“My mother thinks I’ve been ‘out chasing girls’.”

“She’s a clever woman. Mothers do that. They try to make you think that they disapprove of your lifestyle, but they’re down the shops every day boasting about how her fine young son is fucking anything that moves, twenty four hours a day.”

I got a mental vision of what he said and I burst out laughing. I dropped him at the office and headed home. I knew there’d be nobody home but I looked forward to an hour of solitude. The phone rang about half the way there,

“Hi Tony,”

“Hi Gemma, did I owe you a phone call?”

“No. Nothing like that.”

“How are you fixed on Wednesday evening? I’d like to see you.”

“Well, about that, Tony. I went out with my ex-boyfriend on Saturday night and we’re getting back together. It was a long term relationship and there’s still an attachment, if you know what I mean. I’m sorry.”

“That’s fine, Gemma. I’m happy for you.”

“Really? Just like that?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“You could, at least, try to talk me out of it.”

“Why bother? You’ve obviously made your mind up. These things happen, we had a lot of fun. I’ve no hard feelings.”

“I was hoping we could get together from time to time for, you know.”

“Sex?”

“Yes, he’s not as good at it as you.”

“No, that’s not for me, Gemma. Listen, I have to get off here. Take care of yourself, you’re a fantastic woman and he’s very lucky to have you.”

I shut it off, blew out my cheeks and went inside the house. I showered and had a change of clothes, threw some stuff in my overnight bag and made a cup of tea. I threw my dirty washing into the washer and sat down in the living room. 6:02. I called Emma.

“Hey babe.”

“Did I wake you?”

“No. I was, eh, just lying down for a bit.”

“Sorry, I’m here on my own. I’m missing you. Can I come over?”

“Yes, of course. Just give me fifteen minutes please.”

“Will do. See you in a bit.”

Ten minutes later i buzzed her apartment. Five minutes after that she still hadn’t answered and I got into the vestibule via the door opening to allow two guys leave. I made it to her door and knocked gently. She opened the door wearing a white tank top and mini skirt, her hair was a bit ruffled and her nipples were trying to burst through the fabric of her top.

“Fuck,” was all I could say.

She laughed.

“You’re good for my ego, Tony. I’ve been feeling a little bit randy today so I thought I’d slut it up a bit for you.”

“You look fantastic, Emma. Suddenly I’m not hungry.”

“You’ll just have to suck it up, my dear. Dinner is almost ready. I just have to put it in the microwave.”

“I know what I’d like to eat.”

“That can be dessert, it’s a sharing course of sorts.”

“Can I have a kiss?”

She smiled and put her arms around me. It was a long, lingering kiss that reached into my soul.

“I’m not sure if your dessert is ready yet.”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

“How?”

“Like this,” I whispered, as my hand reached under her skirt and my finger found her soaked and naked vagina.

As my finger slid inside her, I noticed the wet stickiness of the tops of her inner thighs. My mind flashed to the two guys leaving the apartment block in a bit of a hurry and I paused.

“Is it ready?” she asked.

I stepped away. I was searching for words.

“Tony?”

“I obviously didn’t give you enough time between appointments, Emma, or are you Lindsay today?”

“Tony…….”

“Two of them at a time?”

“It’s a long standing arrangement,” she looked at the floor as she spoke.

“I thought you’d be able to manage your punters more efficiently and not have them meeting each other as they come and go.”

“You’re not a punter, Tony.”

“Look. I’m ok with your work, I get that you are what you are. I won’t interfere in that side of your life. but neither will I merge into it.”

I took my keys from my pocket to leave.

“Tony, don’t go.”

I held up my damp hand to show her.

“I won’t do this. I need at least a week of space after one of your clients.”

“Tony, no,” she was crying, “please. It won’t happen again. Stay. We don’t have to do anything.”

“My Mam and sister should be home soon, I’d better get back to them. Sorry I interrupted your spit roast or whatever you call this.”

I left and drove home, leaving my phone in the van when I got there. My head was melting, first Jill, then Gemma, now Emma / Lindsay. Clear out time at Tony’s house of bargains. My Mam met me at the door, a confused look on her face. I just gave her a hug and asked her what was for tea. We had a nice evening where I agreed to have a birthday dinner in a decent restaurant for just the three of us.

Next morning I started the van and was at Artane roundabout when I realised my phone was under the seat where I’d left it charging overnight. Forty eight missed calls and twenty six texts. I scrolled through them, most were from Emma, with a few scattered around Peter, Ciara and Lillian, who called five times. I called her first.

“Good morning, dear boy. How are you?”

“I’m good, actually, Lillian. I had a nice evening at home and they helped me to straighten my head a little.”

“That’s wonderful. I got an anxious call from Lindsay. That was an unfortunate occurrence.”

“Yes, luckily, you prepared me for it. It was a bit of a shock but I got out of there quickly and rationalised it internally. Nothing I can do about it.”

“I’m happy to hear that. I was going to proceed with what we spoke about in regard to Lindsay but I’m unsure if she wants to leave the lifestyle or not. What do you think?”

“Sadly, I think she’s addicted to it. It’s her safe place, a place she’s inhabited for so long that it feels like home. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t waste the time or resources on it. I’ll talk to her later in the week, settle it for good.”

We hung up and it rang again immediately,

“Fuck!” I said and hit the button.

“Tony Harris.”

“Hi Tony. Colin Cantwell.”

“Morning, Colin.”

“You remembered my name this time.”

“What’s the matter?”

“I’m in my office going over these sketches and there doesn’t appear to be very much detail on them.”

“Yes, I know. You’ve got the plans that pertain to your contract. You’ve no need to see the rest at this stage, so you can do up your estimate.”

“This lime render.”

“What about it?”

“I’ve never heard of it.”

“I don’t think that’s something to boast about.”

“Fuck off, will you? You know what I mean.”

“Do you have a computer over there?”

“Yes.”

“Well Google it. It’s Agremented. Download the certificate.”

“It’d be better to use the render we always use.”

“No, we’re trying to meet the Part L requirement. That stuff has a good thermal resistance.”

“But it’s about €60 a bag, Tony.”

“I thought you’d never heard of it.”

“It’s your funeral,” he said and slammed the phone down.”

I wondered how long it would be before I got a call from Raffles or Cadden about it.

Peter was working in my office when I got there.

“Morning,” I said.

“How was mammy?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s all good.”

“Everything tickety-boo on the home front?”

“Pretty much. Why?”

“No reason.”

“Come on, what’s bothering you?”

“Not a hairy thing, Tony.”

He was acting weird, even for him. I switched my computer on and there was an email from Cadden.

“Who’s Denis Orr, Peter?”

“Why?” he asked distractedly, not looking up from his work.

“Email from above. I’ve to go out there and take a look at a structural anomaly.”

“At their house?”

“That’s what it says. Denis will be in on Saturday morning, do I get double time for that?”

“I’d even do that for free, Tony. Just to have a pop at Susie.”

“Who’s he?”

“Hah! Susie, Susie, Susie. What a fucking woman. Built for power, not speed. Like a comfortable chair, no padding, all muscle, a fine thoroughbred, a wild filly, not a shire horse.”

“So you don’t know her.”

“I’d like to know her. I reckon she’d let me take her for a spin. I’d give my left ball just for ten minutes with her.”

“She’s married.”

“So was the arse licker. That never counts.”

“True enough.”

“Let’s look at this logically and for your education. I think you’re the man to rattle Susie’s crockery.”

“Really?”

“Yes. You have the charm, the guile, to do it. Susie loves to flirt and tease, but she’s no match for you. You’d have her gagging for it inside twenty minutes. Yes. I see it now. This is your project, Tony. Your mission, should you decide to accept it, is to take Susie out for a spin. I’ll even throw the daughter in for free. Time for tea.”

He left the room and ran down the stairs singing the theme tune to Mission : Impossible.

It was a sunny Saturday morning as I drove the Howth Road out to Bayside in Sutton. The job was to do a preliminary survey on a large house overlooking the Irish Sea at Clontarf. There were some structural issues and we needed some data to quantify the remedial works required to put it right. I called Denis Orr, the man of the house, to let him know I was on the way.

“Hey, Tony, that’s great. I had to go into the office this morning but the missus is there. She knows the story.”

“Grand,” I said, “I should get there on time.”

I rang the doorbell. The door was answered by a smiling Miss World contestant. She was very young, very pretty and didn’t fit with the picture I had of Denis in my head.

“Hi. I’m Tony Harris, Denis sent me out to look at something.”

“Probably me,” she said, coquettishly twirling a strand of her long blond hair around her finger.

“I get all the hard jobs,” I said with a grin.

“You think I’m hard work?”

“I’m sure I could manage,” I said, playing her game.

“Well you’re a confident one, aren’t you? Who writes your reviews?”

“Nothing’s written down,”

“So it’s all verbal?”

“Oral.”

“Hmm. And what do these creatures say?”

“I can never tell.”

“Is it a secret or a fairy tale?”

“Neither. I suffer temporary deafness each time. I can only go by the volume of their screams,” I said, with a knowing smile.

She was leaning against the door frame and seemed to be attempting to get a comfortable pose but she appeared uneasy. ‘Ants in her pants’ kind of uneasy. I heard a voice from upstairs.

“Chloe. Who’s at the door?”

“I don’t know, Mom, some guy looking for Dad”

“Well bring him in. I’ll be down in a minute.”

She stood aside and I walked in.

“The kitchen is straight ahead,” she said.

I set my satchel on the kitchen work top and paused to take in the room. Tastefully appointed with expensive finishes that erred on the practical side. Chloe moved into my field of vision.

“So, Chloe, eh?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“They called you after a bag?”

“I like it.”

“So do I, I like your name too.”

“I meant my name.”

“How old are you, Chloe?”

She stepped closer.

“I’m old enough.”

“For what?”

“This,” she whispered, as she took a step forward.

“Chloe! Are you ready to go yet?” a voice came from the kitchen doorway.

“Yes.”

“You’d better get moving, then.”

She sashayed out the door and turned just as she passed her mother. She stuck a finger in her mouth and withdrew it slowly. She winked at me and walked out to her car.

“Sorry about that, I’m Susie,” she said, “I’ll never get the better of these nineteen year olds and their rampaging hormones.”

“No problem, Susie. Nice to meet you. A lot of it is bravado. It’s normal.”

“So. I’ve forgotten your name. I’m gonna say Stephen?”

I watched her as she spoke. She was obviously in a fractious state, just out of the shower, hair still wet, packed into a weathered dressing gown.

“No.”

She grinned.

“I don’t know! Henry?”

“Tony Harris.”

She shook my hand.

“So what’s the story here, Susie?”

“I don’t know, Tony. Fucking Denis never tells me anything. He has no idea. I’ve an urgent appointment in town this morning and he drops you into my schedule.”

I looked blankly at her.

“I’ll ring the bastard, give me a second”

A contentious phone conversation took place and she snapped it off.

“Look, I have to leave here in ten minutes. Can you come back another day?”

“I’m sure I can.”

“You’re a darling.”

“So am I.”

“Oh.”

“Joking.”

“I know you need pictures of the house, can you just do the outside for now, while I get ready? I’ll be about ten minutes.”

“Sure. Just give me a shout if I’m not in here waiting for you.”

She ran out of the room and I went to take my pictures. Susie’s bedroom was in back of the house and she appeared in the window as I took in the house from the end of the garden. She appeared to be naked as she applied something to her face. She was looking in a round mirror so didn’t register that I was there. I took my pictures as she stood up and weighed her breasts in her hand. She pinched both nipples as I stepped out into the open and she dived for cover the moment she saw me. It was funny.

I did the other three sides of the house and returned to the kitchen. I was packing my stuff away when she came in. She looked completely different in a white camisole top, cream satin pedal pushers and an oversized blouse. Her hair was still wet but her face was made up. She looked great for the chaos of her morning.

“I was thinking 8:30 on Tuesday morning, Tony. Does that work?”

“It should be ok, Susie.”

“I’ll be here all morning, so you can get stuck in then.”

“I will. I’ll do the survey too.”

“Oh, you.” She giggled, and clutched my upper arm. She then looked serious.

“Am I in any of those photos?”

“Possibly, I didn’t notice you until you moved.”

”Can you delete them please?”

“There goes my whole weekend.”

“Tony!”

“I could have had a great weekend with you naked in the window.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” I touched her back, “thanks Susie, I’ll let you get to wherever you’re getting to.”

She followed me to the door and stood in my way.

“Tony, will you delete those photos please?”

“It’ll cost you.”

“How much.”

“One kiss.”

She stepped back, thought about it, looked at me and said, “Ok,” she stepped forward and kissed me on the cheek.

“That’s not a kiss, Susie.”

“Ok.”

I stepped towards her and put my hands on her waist, she placed her hands on my shoulders and my head moved just enough towards her to make her move towards me. Our lips met and I kissed her deeply, she responded with her lips and her tongue. Her hands ran through my hair as my hands drifted to her backside. Our hips ground together and she became frenetic until I finally disengaged. I took her hand and said,

“I’ll see you on Tuesday at 8:30.”

“Yes.“

She watched me as I reversed the car, but all I could see were both of her aroused nipples trying to burst out through her top.

Peter was waiting in ambush for me as I entered the office on Monday morning.

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“How did it go? Did you breach Susie’s beach head?”

“No she had to go out. I have to go there again tomorrow.”

“Did you even make any headway?”

“A little.”

He pulled me into his office and sat down facing me.

“Do tell,” he seemed nervous.

I told him the story, leaving nothing out. He had a thoughtful look on his face. I expected a barrage of questions, I wasn’t disappointed.

“Ok, so you have a shot at the daughter, you say.”

“Yes.”

“What’s her name? Some awful north side concoction, no doubt.”

“Chloe.”

“Fucking Chloe. Awful name,”

“I like it.”

“So do I. You kissed Susie, how was that?”

“Hard to say. I did notice that her nipples are quite long after it.”

“Pity you didn’t have much time. You could have scrambled her eggs. Still, there’s always tomorrow. We’ll hang that trophy in Cadden’s office.”

I pulled the pictures of Susie in her window from my pocket and handed them to him.

“Oh my God. You are the fucking man. I don’t often get emotional, but I’m going to cry.”

I left him with the pictures spread out on his desk.

“What a lovely pair of tits!” I heard him say, as I closed the door.

Tuesday at 8:30 I was at the door again. Chloe answered, looking distressed in an oversized white tee shirt with green hoops about one inch apart, a pair of loose khaki shorts and white ankle socks.

“Good morning, Gucci,” I said.

“Funny.”

“How was your weekend?”

“It blew,” she looked genuinely sad.

“Why?”

“It just blew! God!”

“Ah well, next weekend might be better.”

“It couldn’t be much worse,” she said. “Who did you do?”

“A gentleman never tells.”

“So you got nothing?”

I just smiled.

“Were you out on the beer?” she asked.

“I had a couple.”

“Only two?”

“Just being social.”

“Where do you drink?”

“Wherever I’m brought.”

“Were you on a date?”

“Let me think,” I said, “define date.”

“You and a girl, out for a drink or a meal, holding hands, kissing, fucking.”

“Does it have to be a drink or a meal?”

“No, it can be anything, even just fucking.”

“No, I wasn’t fucking. The girl I was with was only nineteen, way too immature for fucking.”

“I’m nineteen”

“Are you?”

“Yes. And I go fucking.”

“Who?”

“What?”

“Who have you been fucking?”

“Whoever I want.”

“I tend to prefer quality over quantity.”

“I’m good at it.”

I laughed, I couldn’t help it.

“How do you know?”

“I just know.”

“How long does it last?”

“I don’t know maybe five minutes?”

“I see, so it’s over quick. That’s handy, you can get a few more drinks in that way.”

“Yeah. You couldn’t handle this,” she said, indicating her body with her two forefingers.

“Probably not.”

She was a spoiled little brat.

“Although you don’t look like a girl who’s ever been fucked. You seem to still have a skin tone that’s almost virginal. You’re very pretty, Chloe.”

“Boys tell me I’m beautiful.”

“That’s what boys tell you before they fuck you. Afterwards. they let you make your own way home.”

“No. They can’t resist this”

She stepped towards me, grabbed my shirt and mashed her mouth against mine.

“What was that?”

“A kiss.”

“Is that how you kiss a boy?”

“Yes. It’s called passion.”

“I see. Ok then.”

“How do you kiss then?”

“Not like that for sure.”

“Show me then.”

“Come over here and I’ll show you.”

She strutted over and put her arms around my neck. She offered me her pursed lips.

“Relax your lips.”

She looked confused but did it anyway.

“Open your mouth.”

She did. I took her lips in mine and began kissing her. She settled down as my lips dictated a slow pace. I teased her tongue into my mouth and then tasted the inside of her top lip. She seemed to dig in a bit more and relax into the kiss. I finally broke it with a few quick butterfly kisses to both her lips. She was stunned and very quiet. I looked at my watch.

“Five minutes,” I said, “same time as one of your fake fucks. Which was better?”

“Do that again, Tony.”

“Your mum will be down soon. Some other time.”

“Can I have your number?”

“Your dad has it in his phone. I can’t give it to you myself.”

“Will you talk to me if I call?”

“Yes, of course. If you answer me honestly.”

“I will.”

“Are you a virgin?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, good girl. Now give me a hug.”

She was hugging me as her mother descended the stairs and she jumped back before Susie came into the room.

“Morning, Tony.”

“Hi, Susie.”

“I hope Chloe wasn’t annoying you.”

“No, she’s as good as gold.”

Chloe stuck her tongue out at me as she left the room.

I took my bag and left the house to take a look around the exterior floor perimeter of the building. There were a few sharp looking cracks in the wall which proved to be superficial while one long, angry fissure ran the whole height of the gable wall. This looked a bit more serious.

I inserted the probe of my boroscope into the widest section of the fissure and took an image of it. There appeared to have been some interference with a surface drain so I removed the grating and inserted the probe into the water in the well of the trap. I could feel that there was a hole in the bottom of the trap, it was bigger than two of my fingers together.

I went back inside and washed my hands in the bathroom. Susie was passing by and stopped to see what, if anything, I found. I told her and explained that I had to go through the house to follow the path of the crack. Her face wore a filthy smile.

“The path of the crack?”

“Yes. I’ll also check the wall, while I’m here.”

“How would you handle that?”

“As with every crack, fingers are better. I also can insert something into it if it’s not too narrow.”

“I meant the wall.”

“Oh, sorry. I thought you are still focused on your crack.”

“It’s not MY crack.”

“Mine neither. It may just need to be filled, a quick inspection would verify it for me.”

“You’re very good.”

She laughed and covered her mouth.

“I’m afraid to ask you to show me this crack.”

“Fear of the unknown?”

“Possibly, but this isn’t getting much work done so, yes you may go through the house to follow the crack.”

She went upstairs and I went back outside to measure from the front and rear walls to the centre of the fissure. I returned to inside the house and found the crack on the inside. I used my flashlight and a long, thin metal probe to gauge the depth but it was right the way through. Using my finger I could trace it through the wall covering up to the ceiling.

Using non adhesive marking tapes, I marked the route of the fissure on the wall and photographed it. I then went upstairs, having measured from an adjacent supporting wall, and repeated the exercise again. Susie was in her office and came out to see what I was doing.

“Progress?”

“Some. I found it at least.”

“It looks serious, what’s the cause of it.”

“To be determined.”

“Can it be filled?”

“Your crack?”

“Stop. But yes.”

“Most cracks can.”

“Not all?”

“Not by me?”

“Why?”

“I don’t fill male cracks.”

She rubbed her face roughly with her hands, then shook her head.

“Jesus Christ!”

She stepped into her office and leaned her forehead against the wall. I followed.

“Are you ok, Susie?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Just a bit giddy.”

“Can I get you a glass of water?”

“No, thank you. Would you mind if..”

“If what?”

She grabbed me and kissed me.

“Kiss me how you kissed me on Saturday.”

I kissed her in a different way. Lots more kisses inside her lips, lots more non invasive tongue. It was a kiss that sears through your body and she struggled to match my lips and tongue. She laid her head on my shoulder.

“I’ve missed that, Tony.”

“What else do you miss, Susie?”

“This,” she said, and rubbed her hand along my burgeoning erection.

I sat on her office chair and she sat on my lap. I placed my hand on the inside of her knee and let it slide up her inner thigh.

“What are you doing?”

“I want to see if you’re wet.”

“I can tell you that I am. But take a feel for yourself,”

She kissed me again and I touched the blade of my hand to her panties where they nestled against her vagina. She was very aroused and my touch brought a low moan.

“Let’s take this somewhere more suitable, Susie.”

“What are you suggesting we do?”

“I’d like to take you to the stars using my tongue. I’d like to undress you slowly, piece by wonderful piece, I’d like to explore every millimetre of your body. Touch it, taste it, sense it. I’d like you to take me inside you, tell me your secrets, show me your eroticism. I want to..”

“Show me.”

I followed her along the landing and into a bedroom at the rear of the house. As I closed the door she was already topless save for a pink bra. She quickly shed her skirt, pink thong and bra. I undressed quickly and took her in my arms.

“Fuck me.”

She slid onto the bed and opened her legs sharing a beautiful pink vulva with me. I didn’t hesitate, she was totally aroused and needed a release. I let my tongue touch her clitoris and she jumped. She pulled my head into her and I slipped my tongue inside her and curled it sharply. Her back arched severely as she moaned and demanded release. I slowly slid two fingers inside her in search of the sensitive spot, I felt the ridges under my finger pad and held it there as her body writhed like a bucking bronco. It didn’t take long for her to break through and she did with a little squirt of liquid and an almighty scream. She fell back on the bed with her forearm over her eyes as minute tremors made her body shake. I laid beside her and took her in my arms as she came down.

“What did you do, Tony?”

“That was all you, Susie.”

“No. I’ve never done that before.”

“Had an orgasm?”

“I’ve had orgasms, but never like that.”

“How do you normally get them?”

“Flicking the bean.”

“Never through intercourse?”

“No.”

“Let’s see if we can help with that.”

She was still highly aroused. Her eyes were wide and held a nervous smile. I kissed her and touched her breast with my hand, lightly tweaking the nipple.

“Oh fuck! I’m coming again,” she whispered

“Describe it to me,” I said.

“Unbelievable. I want you inside me now, Tony.”

I climbed between her legs and she pushed me inside her. I slid my penis home and began long slow thrusts in and out as her hips moved with me. It only took two or three of these to send her screaming in ecstasy as she begged for a reprieve. I couldn’t stop, my need was too great, I was close to the end and she screamed again, twice more before I whispered,

“I’m gonna come, Susie. Where do you want it.”

“Fill me up, Tony,” she breathed. “Fill me.”

It was a fantastic orgasm. It felt like the tip of my penis was exploding. The force of my sperm hitting inside her gave her another release and we slowly began our descent, together, entwined.

“Fuck you, Tony.”

“What?”

“I wanted that to be a disaster.” She kissed me.“It was spectacular. Was it good for you?”

“Yes it was. But it was no more than fifteen minutes.”

“What’s wrong with that? I counted five orgasms before I lost track of them.”

“It was eight. That’s not assuming one which I’m curious about.”

“What do you mean?”

“In the office. All that talk about filling your crack, that was an orgasm, wasn’t it?”

“I think it was, but it was different.”

“Yes, you were stimulated by different means. I’ve never seen that before.”

“So, nine orgasms in fifteen minutes? We’re good,” she said.

“Happy to be of service. Now I want to fill that crack.”

“You can go again?”

“Yes, soon, but it’ll take longer, my dear Susie.”

“Can you finish in my mouth this time?”

“I’ll do my very best.”

I left her snoozing in bed and left. While backing out I noticed Chloe waving at me from a window. She had to have heard her mother’s screams.

At 8:00 that night my phone rang. The number wasn’t familiar, so I let it go to voicemail. They didn’t leave a message. I was watching tv when it rang again at 9:30. I was alone so I decided to take the call.

“Hello, Tony Harris.”

“You sound tired.”

“Who’s speaking please?”

“You must be tired after fucking my mother for most of the day.”

“Chloe?”

“Yes, it’s me.”

“What are you calling me for?”

“You said I could.”

“Yes, I did, so what can I do for you?”

“Fill my crack.”

In fairness, it was funny.

“I can’t, Chloe.”

“Why not?”

“You know why not?”

“Because I’m a virgin?”

“No, well, yes that’s part of it. You’re the daughter of a client. It’s not the done thing.”

“You fucked the wife of a client.”

“That was different, she’s a grown woman and I didn’t fuck her, I don’t fuck anyone.”

“I’ll tell my dad and he’ll tell your boss. Or kill you.”

“Yeah, that might be true, but he might throw your mother out or see the error of their ways. It’s a coin toss.”

“Would you have fucked me if I wasn’t a virgin?”

“No.”

“Why the fuck not? Am I not your type?”

“You’re definitely my type, Chloe.”

“My friends have been doing it since they were sixteen. I’m three years older,” she started crying.

“Let me think about it. I’m not comfortable with it, Chloe.”

“You can come to my birthday party on Saturday. If you’re not there I’m going to fuck someone.”

“Who?”

“Anyone.”

“Chloe don’t throw it away on a tawdry fling in a back alley somewhere. You have no experience in this, you’ll be badly hurt. Physically and emotionally.”

“I do have experience. I rub one out most nights.”

“It’s not the same.”

“You have my number if you change your mind.”

She hung up. I thought about it. She’d be twenty on Saturday, three days older than me. I thought about it some more. I called her back.

“Where’s the party?”

“The Morrison. Are you coming?”

“No, I just shivered for a moment?”

“What?”

“What time does it start?”

“8:00.”

“Ok, if we’re going to do this, it’s a two- or three-step process.”

“Ok.”

“Do you understand, Chloe?”

“No.”

“The first time you make love fully can be painful for you. We need to prepare you for that because it could put you off sex for a while.”

“How do we do that?”

“We, basically, have a practice run, until you’re completely comfortable with proceeding fully.”

“When?”

“I need to find somewhere private.”

“I have the house to myself for two days. Can you come out now?”

“It’s nearly 10:00, Chloe.”

“I know. It’s not late.”

“Ok, I’ll come out to you.”

“Tony, will we be fucking?”

“We’ll be making love, Chloe. You need to stop calling it that.”

“Sorry, I will. Should I take a shower?”

“That’d be good. I’ll be thirty minutes.”

“Ok. See you then, Tony.”

“Chloe, if you change your mind just text me. I won’t mind.”

“I won’t.”

Thirty-five minutes later I drove through the gates of the Orr property. Chloe was waiting in the hall for my knock. She opened the door and let me in quietly. She was very nervous as we walked into the kitchen.

“Where’s everyone, Chloe?”

“London. Dad’s got a thing over there and Mum’s going shopping with my Aunt. She’s getting me some shoes and a bag for my birthday.”

“A Chloe bag?”

“Funny. Not,” the Chloe I knew wasn’t far below the surface.

“I couldn’t resist, Chloe, sorry.”

“So how do we do this, Tony?”

“First we have a cup of tea. Will you make one for us?”

I was trying to calm her down by asking her to do ordinary everyday things. As she went about filling the kettle and getting everything together I took stock of her as a woman instead of a young girl. She certainly was a beautiful young woman. She moved with grace, her long blonde hair undulating as she walked. She wore an expensive-looking short, white robe that finished just above the knee. I noticed her hands shaking as she carried the kettle from the sink. She was still very nervous.

I went over and took the kettle from her. I put my arms around her and she buried her face in my shoulder.

“We don’t have to do this, Chloe.”

“I want to, Tony. I need to.”

“Ok, where do you want to use?”

“My room.”

She took my hand and we went to her room. It was a very cosy, young woman’s room, dimly lit by a lamp on each side of her bed.

“Will I switch these off?”

“Not on my behalf only if you want to.”

“I’ll leave them on.”

She stood in the middle of the room with her hands together and looking anywhere but at me.

“Can I have a kiss?” I asked.

“Yes.”

She came to me and made a good attempt at replicating the kiss we had the last time. I took control and slowed her down, holding her face in my hands and taking her lips on a slower trajectory of motion. My tongue sought hers and they tangled gently, her muted sighs an audible indication of her gathering comfort. I stepped back and searched her big blue eyes,

“Let me see you.”

She smiled and slowly opened her robe, let it slip from her shoulders, and drop to the floor. She wore a dazzling white silk camisole with matching French knickers that were perfect on her and must have cost a fortune. It was plain white silk with no detailing or adornment.

She came back into my arms and we kissed again, this time deeper and longer. My hands enjoyed the smoothness of the fabric she wore and slipped behind the camisole to touch her skin. I moved them along her ribcage to underneath her breasts and softly squeezed them while encouraging her nipples to life with my thumbs. I then slid my hands up over her shoulders, lifting the camisole over her head and onto the bed behind her.

“Do you want me to be naked?” She whispered.

“Yes.”

“Will you be naked too?” she asked and swallowed loudly.

“Yes.”

She held her hands over her breasts and watched as I undressed. When I was naked she slipped her French knickers off and I took her hand to lie her on the bed. She had a neat inverted triangle of blonde hair almost covering her mons, her pink nipples were hard and prominent. I kneeled between her legs and she had a confused look in her eyes.

“I’m going to explain everything I’m doing, Chloe. Don’t be afraid, I’m not going to do anything that causes pain. We’re going to take it very slowly. You let me know if you like something or not, you need to tell me so I’ll know. I want you to enjoy it, ok?”

She took my hand and nodded.

“First, I’m going to take your nipples between my lips. If I’m too rough, tell me. If you prefer more pressure, let me know too.”

I leaned forward and used my tongue on her nipples, then taking one between my lips and sucking gently on it.

“Yes. I like that,” she said.

I took her other nipple between my fingers and gently squeezed it as I let the edges of my teeth grate slightly on the one between my lips.

“Oh God. That’s just, wow.”

I then kissed under her breasts.

“Oh don’t stop, Tony.”

“Don’t worry we’re not finished. I’m going to stimulate the skin on your stomach and under your arms.“

My hand floated along the skin of her soft stomach as she sighed. I lifted her left arm and touched the clear skin under her arm, searching for the erogenous zone it hid. I knew I found it when she moaned and tried to bring her arm back down. I placed my lips on the spot and let my tongue stimulate it through my lips.

“Tony! Stop!”

I stopped immediately.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No. I’m stinging here,” she said, pointing to her vagina. “It’s all wet too. Am I bleeding?”

“No, Chloe, the stinging you feel is not a sting. It’s a sign that your body is becoming stimulated and is preparing for orgasm. The wetness is fluid you release in preparation for penetration, it’s not blood.”

“Sorry, that’s never happened before.”

“It’s a good thing and it shows me what I need to do next.”

“What?”

“Open your legs as far as you can, I’m going to make it better. You will experience a great rush of adrenaline. That’s an orgasm. I want to see if you can manage it. If it gets too much, let me know”

“Ok.”

She opened her legs wide and I fell in love with her vagina. It was the most beautiful vagina I’d ever seen. It was indescribably wonderful, it was almost smiling at me. It was crisp in appearance with exposed light brown lips. I teased them apart to expose her pink inner labia and I saw fluid trickling down over her perineum.

“I’m gonna touch you there with my tongue, Chloe.”

She didn’t answer, she was off elsewhere with her eyes closed. My tongue flitted lightly into her pinkness and her hips rose slightly. I moved it to where her clitoris lived and she rocked her hips when they met. I slipped a finger a little way inside her and gently massaged the walls of her vaginal opening. The rhythm of her breathing and movement indicated she was on her way and I prayed she could manage to hold out. She was magnificent as she burst through and her screams shattered the silence. Her hands held tight to the back of my head as I coaxed another small tremor from her before she settled back down. I crawled up to her and held her in my arms.

“Good girl, Chloe. You’re wonderful.”

“Did I do good?”

“Yes, you were fantastic. That was an orgasm, did you enjoy it?”

“I was afraid, but I held on after what you said. Yes, it was amazing.”

I kissed her. It was deep and sweet and she responded fully.

“Did you feel my finger inside your vagina?”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever done that to yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Often?”

“Yes.”

“Has a boy ever put his finger in there?”

“No, one boy tried but it hurt.”

“That’s what the wetness is for, Chloe.”

“Ok.”

“I want you to take my penis now and place it at the opening of your vagina.”

“Ok, will it hurt?”

“You might feel a bit of stretching, but I won’t be going far enough to cause you pain.”

“Ok.”

She took me and brought me to her opening. I slipped the tip inside.

“How’s that?”

“Nice.”

The whole head was inside her next.

“Still ok?”

“Yes, you were right about stretching, but I like it.”

I went about an inch further. She inhaled a large breath and winced a little.

“Still ok?”

“Yes, a bit uncomfortable.”

“Painful?”

“No. I like it.”

I pulled out to the top to gain some lubricant from her and slid it back in.

“Yes.”

I checked and saw that over half of my penis was now inside her. I was way beyond where her hymen should have been. I went further again, as far as I could with the lubrication I had. I pulled out to the top again and reinserted the full length of my penis inside her. She was gyrating her hips against me. Her lips were making involuntary movements until she screamed again as a huge orgasm tore through her, flooding my groin with warm fluid.

When she came back down, she looked so sexy.

“What happened, Tony?”

“Well, you’re not a virgin anymore, Chloe. If you were one to begin with.”

“Oops.”

“You little cow.”

I was fuming. I felt like an idiot.

“I’m sorry, Tony. I had to have you after hearing Mom last week. Finish it.”

I gave up and resumed gently and began slowly thrusting into her. I took my time and tortured her to several more orgasms before finally reaching an agonising climax which shook me to my core and had Chloe thrashing around beneath me as she half strangled me in a death grip.

I got out of the bed. It was a mess. Sheets pulled from their moorings, pillows scattered everywhere. A pool of her orgasmic fluid haphazardly askance across the entire base sheet and Chloe laying in the centre of it, hair a clutter of confusion, arms and legs akimbo, a stream of clear, sticky fluid, mixed with semen, trickling from her vagina.

I went to the bathroom to clean up. I was covered in the stuff. A surface wash didn’t do anything so I jumped in the shower and had a quick wash. When I came back, she was in the same place, unmoved. I moved a pillow out of the way and sat on the bed. She was peaceful and her heart rate was normal. I started to search for my clothes among the detritus of discarded bedding and clothing, eventually fully dressing myself. I checked her again, she was fine.

I was most of the way home when my phone rang. Chloe.

“Where are you?”

She sounded groggy.

“On my way home.”

“It’s 3:00. Why don’t you stay?”

“You just wanted a fuck, you got one.”

“Tony, come back and …….”

“Not tonight, Chloe. I’ve work in the morning.”

“Will you call me?”

“No.”

“Can I call you?”

“I’d rather you didn’t.”

“Please, Tony.”

“Call me tomorrow, then. Good night.”

Despite everything, I got a really good night’s sleep. I made some toast and ate it while walking to the van. The phone was ringing in my pocket as the key turned in the ignition

“Tony?” a tearful voice said anxiously.

“Emma? Are you ok?”

“No. Can we meet somewhere to talk?”

She sounded at her wit's end.

“Ok. Pick a place for tomorrow and let me know.”

“Thanks, could you do it tonight?”

“No, I have something on tonight.”

“Ok, I’ll call you with the details.”

“Just text it, if you prefer.”

Peter was on the phone with Amanda, from the plumbing and heating contractor we were going to use for the project. Paddy, her husband and owner of the company, was a mate of Peter’s and he left all of the admin work to Amanda.

“So tell me about where you’d like me to position this stop cock, Mandy. Is it before or after the ball valve?”

I knew where this was going so I went to make the tea. My phone dinged a text message.

“Good morning, lover.”

“Hi, Chloe. Did you sleep?”

“I couldn’t sleep. Did you?”

“Yes, like a log.”

The phone rang.

“Chloe.”

“Do you mind my calling you?”

“No, but I’m in work now.”

“I just wanted to say, hi.”

“That’s nice of you.”

“I’m all alone in this nice warm bed. Thinking about last night, it’s making me wish you were here.”

I felt a semi brewing.

“Jesus, Chloe. Don’t do this to me.”

“I’ll leave you alone if you promise to come out here tonight. Are you free?”

“No, but I’m incredibly cheap.”

“Funny. Can you?”

“Yes, I’d like that very much.”

“7:30?”

“I think I can manage that.”

“See you then, lover.”

“You’re a horny little bastard,” Peter whispered in my ear, “not even 9:00 yet and you’re steaming someone’s pudding.”

I showed him the texts.

“Fucking hell, kiddo, the daughter too? When? What was she like? I’d say she’s a little raver.”

“Yes, last night, very good, yes she is.”

“Bastard, and she wants it again?”

“Seems so.”

“And?”

“She has to wait until 7:30.”

I pulled her silk knickers out of my pocket and handed them to him.

“Another one for the family wall.”

He sat down, in shock.

“This is such an emotional time. Our first pair of silks.”

We fell about laughing, Peter is mental at times. I, however, felt a bit easier about things. I just wanted to get stuck into some work so I assembled all of the photos and survey data from the Orr’s house and sent it to IT for processing and distribution.

I then got stuck into the technical design for the Mews project and had completed the initial scale drawings, specifications and tender documentation as lunchtime drew in. Peter and I retired to the canteen following a trip to Voile cafe for some savoury croissants. We were chatting and eating when Peter’s phone rang.

“Bonjour,” he said, with an accent.

I walked away, laughing, and left him to it.

I sat in the corner furthest away from him and returned Ciara’s call from the night before.

“Well, hello. I thought you’d died.”

“Not quite, it’s busy. Sorry about that, Ciara. What can I do you for?”

“Pleasure.”

“Mine or yours?”

“Ours, preferably.”

“Sounds interesting, what have you in mind?”

“Oh, a lady couldn’t discuss the minutiae of that.”

“The lady is giving me quite a strong semi, Ciara. It could be painful, have you no pity for a defenceless boy on the cusp of great harm or even expiration?”

“I can attend to it this evening for you if you’re around.”

“I’d love to, believe me, but I’m booked this evening. I could do it tomorrow easily enough.”

“I can’t get away tomorrow, unfortunately.”

“That’s a shame.”

“If I can escape for a few hours, would that work?”

“Let me take it under advisement, there’s always something going on around here.”

“Ok. We’ll see how it goes, thanks, Tony.”

Peter saw I was off the phone and walked over to me, sat down and looked at the bulge in my lap.

“Who were you trying to infect there, Tony? Do you never get tired of it. How do you keep it all straight in your head?”

“Ciara, she called me. I’ll have to add her to my contacts, I can screen her then.”

“Were you having a little of the old sexy talk?”

I pointed at my lap.

“She must be a dirty bitch, is she the arse licker?”

“The very one.”

“Are you gonna roast her chestnuts tonight?”

“No, it’s Chloe tonight.”

“Where’s Emma, did you fuck her into a coma?”

“Nah, best leave that alone. It didn’t end well.”

“Did you know she was a hooker?”

“Yes. How do you know?”

“You were seen holding hands with her on Mespil, Friday night. The chap who saw you is one of her clients. I thought you might be trying an evangelical intervention on her.”

“I gave it a go, Peter. It didn’t work.”

“Escorts are like that, they actually enjoy it, the money’s not bad either. But they’re great in the sack, I’ll give them that, along with seven and three-eighth inches of prime Irish, south side pork. That almost 200 millimetres.”

“I think you’re right, Peter.”

On Thursday morning I had just left Chloe out cold in her bed. A night of lovemaking leaving her energy reserves empty. I took a quick shower, tucked her in her bed, and kissed her softly before heading out to work. At 7:25 Emma called.

“Morning,” I said.

“Hi, Tony.”

“How are you today?”

“I’m ok.”

“What can I do for you?”

“Can you not even say my name, Tony?”

“Which one do you prefer?”

She started to cry.

“Don’t, Emma. That was childish of me. I apologise.”

“No, I suppose I deserve that.”

“You don’t and you didn’t. I’m sorry.”

“You told me to let you know where we can go to talk tonight. Are you still good for tonight?”

“Yes.”

“I can’t think of anywhere quiet. Do you want to come over here?”

“No. I couldn’t set foot in there again, Emma. I didn’t realise that you worked from there. On the bed that I slept in with you.”

“I don’t usually. It was just circumstances.”

“I’m not doing this over the phone, Emma. I’ve a deadline to meet in work today and I don’t need the distraction.”

“I can book a hotel room somewhere.”

“That would be better.”

“Ok. Sorry about all this. I’ll text you when it’s done.”

“Ok. See you then.”

“Tony.”

“Yes?”

“I still love you, you know.”

“I know, Emma. I can’t not love you. I’ll see you later.”

She booked the Crowne Plaza in Santry and I met her there at 3:00, check in time.

“Hi,” she said, and kissed my cheek.

Her face was free of makeup, she was drawn and pale. She wore jeans and a pale blue top under a dark brown suede jacket.

“Hi, you look like you haven’t slept in a month,” I said.

“I know, it’s been the longest couple of days of my life, Tony.”

We walked silently to the room and she sat on the bed. I took a side chair near the window.

“Ok. You wanted to talk, Emma.”

She took off her jacket. Even with a cloud of sorrow draped over her shoulders, she looked magnificent.

“Come lie on the bed beside me. You don’t have to touch me.”

We lay on the bed. Me on my back, her on her side facing me.

She spoke for an hour without a break. It seemed that both of the guys that day were clients since she started escorting. This was the only time she had ever had a threesome, it was a retirement thing they came up with between them. One of them was getting married, so it was a final fling for both of them. It was the only work she had done since we met and she was seriously giving it all up. She expected them to be long gone by the time I got there, but it had gotten a bit out of hand.

When she finished talking, she let her head lie on the pillow beside me. I took her hand. She started to cry.

“Don’t tell me to leave, Tony. I can’t go.”

“I’m not going to, Emma. You have no idea how much I need to make love to you right now. You have no idea of the weight of my feelings for you and you have no idea of the pain I’ve felt this past couple of days.”

She kissed my hand.

“Look, I’ll always be here if you need me. Lillian will work with you on your future. I’m twelve years younger than you, realistically, we were never gonna be together the way I, at least, wanted us to be together.”

“I did too. So much.”

“I love you with everything I possess, but I can’t be with you in the way I want to be. I’m feeling the same pain as you’re feeling and it has nothing to do with what happened with the two lads. Believe me. Do you understand what I’m saying, love?”

“Yes. You’re right of course. Will we ever make love again?”

“You’ll meet someone, have kids, and build a life for yourself. You’ll build a fantastic career for yourself, I have no doubt you’ll be successful. You’ll look back at this time and wonder how you took this path to begin with. I have no place in that. All I can do is wish you well, pray it works out for you, and offer my support when you need it. Now give me a hug and tell me you love me one more time.”

She pulled me in to her, kissed me softly on the lips, and looked into my eyes.

“I’ll always love you, Tony, no matter where we are. I’ll wait until you’re thirty and then come and get you, I’ll take you to bed and claim the twenty years of lovemaking that I’m owed from you and I’ll never let you go again.”

She placed her face to mine and we kissed again as our tears mingled and our hearts broke. I looked deep into her eyes and whispered,

“Just make sure you’re wearing makeup next time.”

We laughed out of relief and sadness of what could never have been, but we were together again, as lovers, as fast friends and would be forever.

I checked the time and was shocked that it was close to midnight. We left the hotel, hand in hand, and kissed lovingly at her car. Lillian would take care of her from here.

TBC