Another day debating; she was a strong woman, very opinionated. She had a strong voice and always wanted to be heard. This was my second day with her.

My name is Bill, I’m thirty-three and have a background in the army and then security. Never been married, never wanted that kind of life, tied me down too much.

A few weeks ago there were riots and as a member of parliament, Ms. Jools MP was appointed to take charge.

Not all MPs are given bodyguards, but on this occasion because of the severity of the situation and her position, I was appointed as not quite a bodyguard, but someone who makes sure she is not in harm’s way when she is traveling from place to place... a minder of sorts.

When given certain duties I always thought it a good idea to check some background on the person I am supposed to be looking after. Now she… Mis Jools is a lady of fifty-four years of age; has been divorced for seven years. Has her own country house, and a few very expensive luxury cars, but due to the nature of her work, mainly lives in hotel rooms.    

She has held her current position for three years. During these last few weeks, I found out that I’m the fourth assignee to her.

On a less professional level from me, her appearance has no bearing on how I carry out my duties around her. She is a lady, could have been a man. But if I was to describe her, she is diminutive, so small that if you saw her from the back she would appear to be a teenager.

It’s when you see her face you can tell she is of some age. But her body is quite well-formed, with nicely shaped legs, and a bust that looks just right for her slim shape. I think she is blond, but she dyes her hair jet black I’m sure.  

It’s when she opens her mouth; she has such a powerful voice, and she’s loud with it. She walks with authority, and holds her head high, o and she smokes like a chimney.

Before I got this post, I was told that one of the three previous… minders… left and the other two were fired by Ms. Jools.

My first day with Ms. Jools went as expected; I was introduced to her and was very surprised that she took very little interest on a personal level. She was polite but seemed distant, and very formal.

As I mentioned… my second day with Ms. Jools and our first in this hotel. From a distance, I could see her in the conference room, but to be honest, even if I could not see her, people certainly heard her.

It approached ten-thirty in the evening and other MPs were slowly leaving. I noticed Ms. Jools walk towards the exit where I was. She came through the big wooden doors and out of the corner of her eye she looked at me and said, “Let’s get out of this bucket of shit!”

She had a very confident quick walk; I followed but kept my distance.

The journey up in the lift was… well, one-sided. I did not talk. She did, but it was not directed toward me. She talked like she was venting her thoughts out loud, “Effin idiots the lot of them,” “Not one person has a clue about how to take control.”

She looked at me, slow down then back up, and continued, “And that… that… wanker chairman, he may as well have twat tattooed on his forehead.”

My duty ends upon seeing Ms. Jools safely into her room. This means entering and checking no intruders are in there and then leaving.

I opened the door while she stood back; she seemed to be still steaming about something, she said, “Fuckin bunch of ignorant halfwits have no idea what they're talking about.”

I entered first and her secretary Stella who was an elderly lady sat at a table and had a few folders scattered around. While I went to check the other rooms Ms. Jools went to talk to Stella.

It must have been brief as on my return Stella had gone. Ms. Jools was on the phone, and I heard her say, “Just go away,” to whoever she was talking to. She then with a clenched fist and her face on fire thumped hard on the table three times, and on each thump shouted at the top of her voice, “Fuck!” 

She kicked off her shoes, which landed meters apart. She took off her jacket, which was part of a two-piece suit. Threw that over a chair and lit up a cigarette, and while she smoked that, she took her skirt off too. 

She said, “Hey… hey you.”

I went to her, and she pointed up towards the ceiling, she said, “Take the batteries out of that fuckin thing, and check the other rooms.”

These were smoke detectors that she wanted me to turn off. I got a chair and slid out the battery compartment, good thing these were not hard-wired in, and then went to check elsewhere. And all the while I was doing this she murmured out loud. Not talking to me, just abuse towards some of the people at the conference.

When I came back from the kitchen area, she said, “Get me a scotch would you, no ice, make sure it’s a large one.”

She got a phone call while I made her drink. This just seemed to set her alight even more and caused her to burst out loud in her replies. She had got up and walked about kicking the furniture.

And to my surprise, she took off her blouse and threw it across to me as I walked toward her with her drink. She continued with her call. I put the drink down and placed her blouse with her jacket, I asked, “Will that be all, ma’am?”

She didn’t acknowledge me; she continued to rant on the phone. I could not help but look at her while I stood there. She didn’t have any stockings on, bare legs, her slip which was well above the knees, and a bra barely worth putting on, as her tits would have stood firm from what I could see.

Her body was amazing, lightly tanned, and her steely blue eyes were so piercing, and if she looked at you your blood ran cold.  

She went and sat with her legs crossed. She took a sip of her drink in between her conversation. I felt it rude to ask her again if I could leave. So just stood and tried not to be looking at her when she did glance at me.

I could see she was getting frustrated and red in the face, with an angrier tone towards the end of the call.

It was only another three minutes but seemed like an hour. She ended the call, and said, “Fuck you… fuck you all.”

She threw the phone towards a chair, where it bounced off and landed on the floor.

I took a step towards it to pick it up and she said, “Leave it… fuckin leave it there.”

I almost felt afraid to ask, but I did, “Would that be all, ma’am?”

She took a long deep puff on her cigarette, blew the smoke slowly out, and said, “Got somewhere to go have you?”

I said, “If you do not require me any further this evening.”

She was still distracted and did not reply to me. She stood and faced the window. We were quite high and the reflective glass meant no one could not see in.

I watched her as she stood and looked out at the city lights. That was the first time I had seen her back. She had a tattoo that covered half her back. A golden eagle, wings wide, and claws out like it was about to land on and hook its prey. The colours were very vibrant.

She said, “How dare they… bastards!”

She slipped her slip off and stepped to the side of it. Then as she turned she had undone her bra and tossed it. She walked towards me and said, “What… never seen a pair of tit before!” I looked away sharpish.

As she walked through to the bedroom, she said, “I’ll give you two minutes to cancel whatever you’ve got on tonight and then come in there.”

Fuckin hell what does she expect of me? I didn’t have any plans; I was just going to go have a couple of drinks and sleep.

I walked to the door of the bedroom and stopped. She had taken her knickers off and lay on the bed. She looked at me, lit another cigarette, and said, “Little overdressed, aren’t you? Doesn’t bother me. Just get your cock out.”

I said, “I’ll get fired for this, ma’am.”

She sat with pillows behind her, one leg outstretched and the other bent. She placed both hands on her knee with a cigarette between her fingers.

She said, “There are no cameras in here, and who are you going to tell… your mummy.”

I stood motionless. She, in a really loud voice, said, “I’ve had a real shit day, now come over here and do as I’ve said.”

She did frighten me, but at the same time, she was so arousing. I started to strip, and she shouted again, “Fuckin hurry up before I lose the will to live.”     

I hurried and was naked by the time I reached her side of the bed.

She reached out and grabbed my now rampant cock. She leaned forwards and blew smoke over it. She looked up and said, “Good… at last a decent size cock. Not the pencils I’ve been provided with of late… hope it works properly!”

She pulled and started to suck on my knob. She looked up at me while she sucked me off. I placed a hand on her head and she spat my cock out angrily and said, “Don’t touch me, don’t you ever touch me unless I have asked you to do so. Do you hear me?”

My hand shot off and I nodded, she went back to sucking me off. In between, she smoked her cigarette while she blew me. When she had finished the cigarette she repositioned herself on the bed.

She lay flat with her head on a pillow; she raised her knees and opened her legs, and said, “Now as you eat me, make sure you do a good job. You may touch my legs only.”

I got onto the bed, she looked so fuckable. It was just what came out of her mouth that was the problem. Extremely petite, but amazingly formed, as I mentioned, she was tanned but had no tan lines. Her tits were superb and I could see some hardening and protrusion of her nipples. Clean pussy, just a landing strip that was jet black too.

I went down on her and started to eat her out. I had my hands around her thighs and pulled her pussy tight to my mouth. I enclosed her clit and sucked on it. I kept an ear out for how she sounded so I could gauge my progress. Her hips began to move up and down and her head swayed left to right.

I carried on as she said, “That’s it… that’s good.”

Then she pulled hard on my hair and made my face come off her. She said, “Cock in now.”

I said, “I don’t have a condom, ma’am.”

She threw her head back and combed back her hair with her fingers and said, “Fuckin hell dick-head, I’m clean, I take it you are too?”

I nodded and in a low tone I said, “Yes, ma’am.”

She threw up her legs in the air and said, “Well… what you fuckin waiting for a gold-plated invitation, or are you gay?”

I said, “No, ma’am… I’m not gay.”

She stared at me as if to say ‘come on then.’

She lowered her legs as I climbed up on top of her, she said, “Don’t lay on me, don’t touch me, just want your cock fucking me… got it.”

I pushed myself up so as not to lay on her, and I slipped into her. She said, “Wait.”

I had my cock in her and stopped. She raised her legs high and grabbed them with her hands, and said, “Okay… fuck me, and make sure it’s me that cums.”

I began and a minute later she said, “I said, fuck me, don’t fuck about with me, fuckin fuck me.”

I speeded up and began to thrust harder, her pussy was nice and snug. I wasn’t sure I was going to last too long but tried to make her cum. My arms were getting tired almost cramped. I had become hot and started to feel the perspiration on my forehead.

It had been a while and I was glad to hear her say, “Come on harder, I’m nearly there.”

I thought I was doing okay, and never had any complaints, her phone rang, and she said, “Go get that, I’m expecting that call.”

Right in the middle of fucking I had to go and get her phone. I gave it to her and she answered it. She said to whoever it was, “Wait a minute James.”

The bloke must have kept talking and she shouted, “I fuckin said wait, didn’t you hear me.”

She pressed the mute button and then said to me, “Get that back in me, I won’t be long with this dick-head.”

I placed myself back into her and began slowly fucking her. She began to talk on the phone like she was having a conversation with someone over dinner.

The way she talked was amazing, her breathing, and her concentration was just so… so normal. I looked down and could see my cock going in and out of her. I felt a tap on my head, I looked up and she indicated she wanted a cigarette. I again pulled out of her for the second time and helped her to light one.

I returned to my new duty as a human dildo. She was on the phone for five minutes, and she had slipped further down the bed and lay more flat. And as I fucked her, her hips came up in time so we were fucking each other.

There were times when she had outbursts, shouted down the phone, and gave this James a good telling off. She shouted so loud her pussy contracted and tightened on my cock, it felt great.

She was thrusting so hard I thought she was going to cum, and I heard her say, “I want both those reports early tomorrow morning. And make sure I have them.”

She threw the phone to the side and it fell off the bed. I saw her eyes close and the way her face looked, she was going through an orgasm, she whimpered and moaned. Two minutes later she opened her eyes and said, “Get off.”

I said, “I’ve not cum yet.”

And with both her hands on my chest she pushed and rolled me off her, she said, “Idiot, you’re here for me, I’m not here for you; if you need to cum go jack off in the bathroom.”

She lit up another cigarette and said, “And while you’re in there run me a bath.”

I wasn’t going to jack off or wank or anything. I went and ran the water for her bath. I heard her shout, “Get me another large scotch, no ice.”

I threw a towel around me and made her drink. And then I began to understand that if she treated her men this way that’s probably why the other guy’s left. And I too just after two days felt used, should I stay? I thought I’d see out the week at least and then re-assess.

I took her drink through and she said, “Pass me my phone. And what’s that thing around you, gone shy have you? Don’t know why, you could mount that thing in the natural history museum.”

I picked up her phone and gave her both her drink and phone.

I said, “Your bath will be ready in ten minutes, ma’am.”

She said, “I like lots of bubbles, and make sure the water is hot.”

I did leave my towel on and walked back to the bathroom. Poured in the bubble-bath liquid and made sure I poured in more just to be on the safe side. The water was hot and the bath was ready. I went through and told her, “Your bath is ready, ma’am.”

She sat up on the bed, cigarette in one hand and she went through her phone in the other. I was about to turn around and go to sit in the lounge when she without taking her eyes off the phone said, “Where you going?”

I replied, “Nowhere, ma’am, I’ll be here in the lounge.”

Without moving her head, she glanced at me, just a quick flick of her eyes to me then back to her phone, she said, “What, you can’t bear to be in the same room as me. Do you not like me.”

Her eyes were back in my direction and she continued, “Is that because I didn’t let you finish… didn’t let you have your happy ending.”

I said, “No, ma’am I’m fine.”

Her eyes were mainly on her phone, but for a second they pointed to the end of the bed as she said, “Good, you can be fine in here then. Stand there.”

As I went to the end of the bed she put her cigarette out and tossed the phone aside.

She said, “Take off that fucking thing.”

I undid the towel and let it drop to the floor, I was flaccid, and she said, “Stand with your legs slightly apart and your arms folded.”

I thought it was a strange request but I complied.

She said, “Now… let’s see if I can make that lump of meat stand to attention.”

She scuttled down the bed, closer to me. She lay back, knees up and spread.

She said, “Keep those arms folded, don’t touch anything, especially that thing between your legs.”

She grabbed both her tits and played with them, squeezed them, kneaded them, pinched, and pulled her nipples. She lowered one hand very slowly, making her fingers dance as she moved them between her legs.

She started to finger herself. Rubbed her clit, stuck in her fingers, making them wet, and returned to her clit. She rubbed fiercely on her clit and her hips began to spring up and down on the bed. Her head thrashed left to right, and she moaned continuously.

She looked remarkable, I’ve already said that her body was just amazing. And now with this show she was putting on, she looked like a creature to behold. I wanted to jump on her and fuck her. My cock was standing upright and erect, it was so hard.

She moaned, groaned, and yelped as her orgasm hit. Her body thrashed and her legs shook.

Eventually, she lay still; her body calmed. Her legs stretched out and her hands went to her face. She lay still for another minute then ever so slowly she raised her head and looked at me.

She said, “I can see your meat liked that, and I bet you want to fuck the shit out of me right now… don’t you?”

I didn’t reply, I thought my cock had already done that. I said, “Your bath, ma’am.”

She got up, glanced at her phone, and said, “Drink… no ice... bathroom.”

I took through her drink where she lay in the bath with a lit cigarette. She asked, “You drink?”

I said, “On occasion, ma’am.”

She said, “What you’ve got in your hand there, drink it, all down in one... on this occasion!”

It was a large drink, more than a double, it was the way she liked it. I drank it as she asked.

She said, “Good, I bet you’ve wanted that ever since you first met me. Go fill it up.”

On returning she was putting out her cigarette, took the drink from me, had a sip, and put the tumbler to one side. I knew I’d better not just walk away; she’s already reprimanded me for that.

She said, “Get me my phone,” as I turned she said, “No… wait.”

I turned back around and she said, “Come here, get in, stand.”

I thought shit… what now! I knew asking her any questions would get no joy. She did as she wanted, and expected me or anyone to do whatever she asked… well actually… told them to.

I got into the bathtub and stood as she had asked. My cock is flaccid and south.

I stood by her knees and she said, “You’re an idiot, I know you’ve got a big dick, but it’s not two feet long.”

I stepped closer, and I instantly knew she was about to blow me off. And signals had already got to my cock, which had all reserves of blood pumped into it.

By the time she took hold of my cock it was getting harder. She yanked it and licked the underside; from balls to head. And soon I was solid.

She said, “You can lean on the wall; make sure you don’t touch me at any point.”

I leaned over her and placed both my palms flat on the wall in front. She continued to lick my cock from root to tip several times and sucked my balls as she stroked the shaft. Then took me into her mouth and started to blow me off.

I have to say, she was doing a great job, she sucked with just the right amount of pressure, flicked her tongue around the head, and all the while she stroked the shaft with such a nice taut grip.

Now and then she took a sip of her scotch and went right back onto my cock. Oh God I thought I was about to blow any second, but she eased off just at the right time; she knew what she was doing with a cock.

On taking a sip of her drink and before she popped me back in she said, “As a treat… for you that is… you may blow your load into my mouth. I bet you’ve wanted to do that all night.”

She was right if only to shut her up. It was amazing that she could be so rude as a person to work for, but so sexually fuckable when she was naked.

She began to take a stronger grip, she stroked faster, and she sucked harder. I wanted to take hold of her head and face fuck her but thought better of it.

And I was there, I blew straight down her throat, four-five times. She kept stroking and sucking, I felt shocks along my cock and the head became so sensitive. Again I wanted to pull out, and again I thought I had better let her decide when she had finished. Oh fuck she sucked the cum right out of me; sheer pain… but a pure delight.

She gently licked and sucked till my cock went soft then took me out, and said, “I bet that made you happy.”

I got out of the tub and as I was about to grab some tissues, she said, “Take a shower, I want to watch you.”

There was a shower unit opposite, and before I went in she said, “Get me a cigarette first.”

I brought her her cigarettes and she asked, “What time is it?”

I looked at my watch and said, “It’s just gone twelve, ma’am.”

She said, “Okay, got another couple of hours at least before I should hit the hay.”

I walked towards the shower and got in. She smoked, drank her drink, and watched me. I came out of the shower and started to dry myself off and she said, “How long before your meat fires back up?”

I couldn’t give an answer to that, I didn’t know. But given the right inspiration, which I was sure she could provide, it could be soon.

I said, “I don’t know, ma’am.”

I had finished drying off and was on instinct about to wrap the towel around me. I froze for a second and looked at her; she was looking at me and slowly shook her head. I threw the towel over the rail.

She stepped out of the bath and said, “Fuckin waters cold now.”

She stretched her arms to the side and said, “Dry me… and make sure it’s only the towel that touches me.”

I began with her face, then her neck, then her arms. I went behind her and dried her back including her pert arse. Again around to her front and wiped her tits softly, and she said, “Rub harder there, make my nipples stand out, and when you get to my pussy, rub hard on the clit. See if you can get a groan out of me.”

I dried her using more pressure on her tits, and her nipples did stand out. I went along each arm and then each leg. I kept her pussy till last.

As I dried her stomach, she said, “Remember what I said!”

So I did, she took half a step to the side, opened up her stance, and bent her arms so that both her hands were behind her head, she said, “Stand up and look at me while you do that.”

I looked straight into her eyes; I dried her landing strip and pussy, then to her clit. The roughness of the towel must have been a nice sensation for her.

Her eyes closed and she whimpered softly. I stayed at that spot and used more pressure and slow strokes. Her whimpering became louder, her eyes tightened her hips pushed harder against me and she let out a groan so deep.

Her hands flew down and pulled my hand away, she took short sharp breaths and opened her eyes, and said, “I bet you’ve never done that before.”

She looked behind her and picked up the cigarettes. I turned around to hang the towel up, and she said, “Where you going, come here!”

I turned back to face her and she lit up, she blew smoke up in the air, stepped close to me, looked me straight in the eye, and with her other hand grabbed my cock and squeezed it.

She said, “Getting there… just needs a little more stimulation.”

She let go and as she walked she said, “I need that before I sleep, haven’t got long. Do whatever you need to do to get it up to fucking strength. I sleep better with a pussy full of cum.”

So no pressure for me, shit… does she think cocks stand to attention on command, to be honest… maybe they do for her!

As I left the bathroom I saw her walk back into the bedroom. She turned her head and said, “You need another drink for that to grow?”

I walked towards a sofa and said, “No, ma’am.”

As I just reached the sofa she said in a stern tone, “What you fucking going to do there, going to shag a cushion!”

I froze and looked at her, didn’t say anything that could be misconstrued.

She said, “Fuckin men… get over here.”

I got to the bedroom door and saw her laying on the bed. She glanced over to me, patted her taut tummy, and said, “I told you I haven’t got all fuckin night. Come here.”

Which I took to mean I was to sit on her; I got onto the bed and stopped short of straddling over her. She smiled at me which was rare, but when she did smile, she looked quite elegant.

She said, “Sit on my tummy, old man.”

Old man! Sarcee cow… I was twenty-one years younger than her. I strode over her making sure I did not touch her with my hands. She lit up another cigarette. 

She took hold of my cock and said, “You may play with my tits, let’s hope that helps to get the blood flowing into this hose.”

Her tits looked nice, and her nipples weren’t standing out as yet but looked so sweet. I wanted to suck on them but knew I had better not without her approval.

I placed a hand on each tit and began to fondle them. Just the touch of her skin sent shudders up my spine and a tingle all over. She stroked my cock and smoked her cigarette while she looked at me.

I pinched and tugged on her nipples, they were getting harder and prouder... and so was my cock.

She allowed this foreplay to continue for about five minutes and then said, “It's ready… let's go.”   

I moved lower down and she put her cigarette out. She turned back to me and said, “I have some good news for you. In this session, you can touch my body however you like. Treat me like your… fuck doll. And don’t ask, cum in me when you’re ready. I won’t be throwing you off this time.”

I sank my cock into her very open, very wet, and extremely hot pussy. I slid in all the way.

She said, “Remember I want all your cum in my pussy all of it. I’ve had my bath and don’t want any shit stuff over any other part of me other than in me; got it!”   

We were both looking at each other and I just nodded my head.

She said, “Let’s go.”

And threw her arms and legs around me, and we began to fuck. After a while I thought about her nipples, I did want to suck on them. And as my head was beside her head I said into her ear, “I’d like to suck your nipples, ma’am.”

Our hips were smacking into each other in mid-air, she released the grip of her arms around me and I pushed myself up. Lowering my head I locked onto a very erect and very firm nipple. I licked and sucked one and then the other, I kept switching as we fucked.

And she said, “Don’t stop... I’ll just deal with this.”

I wondered to myself, deal with what! And as I turned my head, I saw Stella… her secretary at the door.

Ms. Jools asked her to come in and Stella handed her some papers and said, “You wanted to see the amendments, Miss.”

Ms. Jools stretched out her arm towards her secretary and looked at me, she said, “Don’t stop, carry on with your duty, I can multitask.”

I carried on fucking her, but my eyes were locked on Stella, she was looking at me.

It took about a minute for Ms. Jools to flick through the papers and then waved them back at Stella. She said, “Yes fine… but correct the spelling of parliamentary.”

Stella took the papers back and said, “Yes, ma’am, is that all for tonight, ma’am?”

Ms. Jools noticed Stella was looking at me, and asked, “Want him after me, darling!”

It was a rhetorical question I was sure as Stella turned and left.

Ms. Jools turned to me and said, “I can see she wants you.”

She looked at a clock and said, “Five minutes to fill me up, otherwise, I’m going to be fuckin disappointed in not sleeping with a creampie.”

I put my lips back onto her nipples and it seemed so nice and exciting to be fucking this woman.

I felt her fingers dig into my arse and as I sucked a nipple I glanced up at her face. Her eyes were closed, shut tight, and her head was swaying from side to side. She purred and then let out an extremely throaty grunt.            

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at me, she said, “Your turn.”

I began to fuck her harder, faster. I was getting hot, so hot. And she said, “Two minutes!”

I looked at her and thought ‘Bitch.’ And I was there, I rammed into her hard three-four times, and unloaded deep into her on each stroke.

I lay heaving on top of her, she said, “Well done. Remind me to give your superiors a good evaluation of you.”

I thought what a bitch, and as she wasn’t throwing my cock out, to my surprise I wasn’t softening, I was actually staying hard; staying hard and getting harder as she tormented me.

She said, “Okay you can fuck-off now. Report back at six... that’s six in the morning!”

I was fuming internally; no one had ever treated me like this… like a toy boy, as an escort or sex slave as she had done.

A switch flicked in me, a rage so high, we were still looking at each other when I said, “Bitch… I haven’t finished.”

I turned her over; she was no match for my strength. I stuck my cock back in her violently and with my legs on the outside of hers, I pushed hers together. I grabbed her wrists and held them by her head.

In my head, I thought I’m truly going to get fired!

I fucked her, I fucked her so hard. She was moaning and groaning, but not fighting back not protesting.

While I fucked her I was shouting out ‘bitch,’ all the events of the night flashing through my head.

All the while she never complained. She groaned loudly as an orgasm shot through her, and she shouted back, “Come on you bastard fuck me hard, you’ve wanted to do this all night haven’t you. Fuck me come on.”

I shouted back while I aggressively invaded her, “Bitch I’ll touch you anytime anywhere I fuckin want.”

I didn’t think I was going to cum, which would have stopped me fucking her. But after her next orgasm, I pulled out and turned her over again, and sat on her. We both looked at each other with a vengeance and I kissed her, tongue deep. I grabbed her tits and groped them tightly.

As I rose she grabbed my cock and stroked it fast with a tight grip. She rolled the palm of the other hand over my knob, twisting it one way and then the other.

I was going to cum. I slapped her hands away from my cock and wanked over her furiously.

And I blew; I sprayed over her stomach, and her tits, and managed to shoot as far as her neck.

I said, “Fuckin bitch… bathe in that!”

I rolled off and to her side, she said, “Impressive… never would have thought you had it in you.”

It was a while and as some sort of breath control and sense came back to me I said, “Sorry… sorry, ma’am, I’ll ask for a replacement for me in the morning.”

She lit up a cigarette and said, “Wanker… you’ll do no such thing, good thing you’re not a pussy like the others.”

She sat up and said, “Get me a towel.”

I came back and handed her the towel. As she wiped herself she nodded beside her, she said, “You can sleep here, don’t touch me while I’m asleep.”

She tossed the towel aside and said, “I’ll be busy all day tomorrow, so won’t need you till I’ve finished around four. And I won’t be requiring Stella, she’s done a lot of good work for me, see to it she’s… kept… happy, and that’s not a request.”