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We wash each other down slowly and completely with soap in our hands, exploring each other’s bodies.  His firm slim physique with the v'shaped abdominal muscles suggested to me the boy works out.  "You're skinny Tharie, we need to feed you up."

My Mum
has
been busy.

As his hands slide over my ribs, up towards my breasts.  I enjoy the feeling of his slippery hands on me, my nipples react to his touch and I get a familiar tightening feeling down below.  He notices the imperceptible change in my breathing, smiling at me and shaking his head. “Again?”  His fingers move down once more, and his lips are around my nipples again. “OK” he breaths into the flesh of my breast.  I feel him harden against me,
again
.  Nice. 

The feelings he fills me with are incredible, my body begins to move from the hips as if independent from the rest of me.  What is he doing? He is sucking my nipples hard, “I can fuck you any-time I want to baby.” That's nice, I would tell him if I could.  First one nipple then the other, his fingers flicking gently between my legs, “all mine,” already wet for him and covered in soapy bubbles, his fingers slip inside me again.  "Hmm mm, wet for me again so soon, we’ll have to stop sometime, we have to eat."  Smiling he closes his eyes and continues working my nipples.  There is an intense pull throught my body from his tongue to his fingers as they slide in and out without any friction now, I am so hot for this and soaking.

"I want you inside me", I manage to whisper.

"I know baby, just wait."  God, what was all this waiting?  I want it
now
, and I grind myself into his hand as his fingers flick inside me. "Wait Tharie," he laughs, “you are so impatient.” Yes, and?  My insides begin to boil, my nerves or what was left of them only needed the tiniest further encouragement and my beautiful magnificent torture would be over.  He pulls his fingers out as I am about to climax, sending me backwards down the hill, my feet have no purchase. He slides his huge wet slippery cock into me all the way to the end, very slowly.  Pushing me hard finally against the cold tile of the wall behind me, he pushes in and out with a slow steady rhythm my face is in his chest, holding me upright, warm and beautiful, hot comfortable water streaming over us, my fingers in his hair, messing it up and enjoying every moment. 

I’m climbing, I’m coming back up, steady, up and up, slowly, riding his huge cock, shamelessly rubbing my cleft up and down its slippery length.  "Please faster" I gasp.  Then suddenly he pushes into me hard once then in and out in very quick succession, sending me to happy land, my body crashes in cascading pleasure and I am totally spent. I can’t see, I can’t move and his final throws of pleasure are the only force keeping me from slipping noiselessly to the floor.

Collected walk CHG.

Daniel holds me up. Kisses my eyelids, when did I shut my eyes? "Are you OK?"

"Ye...ess,” I manage, “definitely, yes.”  I honestly feel like someone's scooped out my insides and replaced it with warm caramel.  I have no energy to even open my eyes. He lifts me in his strong arms and carries me over to the sink. I hold on to its cold ceramic rolled edge to keep me upright while he towel dries me with soft black towels with the familiar eagle and ship design woven into it.  John Lewis don't sell personalised towelling do they?  We get dressed, I am having a hard time standing.  Laughing at me he puts his Rolex back on. He's ready.

MRXV extended walk.

I pull my achy legs into my beautiful boots, and find I have a renewed appreciation for beauty, it must be all the sex we just had.  Such beautiful leather-work, happy I’m able to focus on important details I feel relaxed and must be grinning like a stupid person from ear to ear.  Daniel is having to re-snap the wrist strap of his Rolex, it's aggravating him I can tell.  Everything must do as it's supposed to, behave as it's supposed to, work every time.

“Speak to Blossom about your watch Daniel, before it slips from your wrist and you lose it.” He just nods to me, and pulls his boots on.

“I'll call Baby Chris today.” He replies, closing it again with an unsatisfactorily weak snap. He then grabs me and kisses me deeply and hard.  “Nice.” And winks at me.

Note to self, eat more carbs, you’re going to need the energy!

"And now we work?" I ask him.

"And now we work."

Before K collected walk. What's the difference? I could never understand it, or more importantly, why it matters.

“Can we have tea too?” I laugh, but I’m completely serious.

“Of course baby, I have already sent Newton a message to get the kettle on.” I want to marry him.

I decide, I like that...
'baby'
.

Chapter seven, wonderful Tuesday
:
22ndoctober2013 – the next bit

I glance at my phone, several missed opportunities to connect with my people passed by so quickly today, I smile at the cause, quite pleased with myself. I decide to answer the important message from Mum.

EC: “Good luck on your first day honey, hope they’re not working you too hard” I shake my head, she has no idea thankfully!

TC: “Thanks Mum, love you Tx” I really want to spend some time with Mum.

Note to self, call Mum, book a table, she won't approve of
my
cooking.

When I get back to my desk I look at my own phone and notice lots more texts.  The people who I couldn’t say goodbye to at my last job all wondering where I went and what I’m doing. With a mild sense of sadness I reply to some of them.  I will miss a few but the majority?   What did coco Chanel say? "I don’t care what you think of me, I don’t think of you
at all
."  That about sums up most of the humans I conversed with there.  Medium levels of intelligence very narrow minds.  The more things changed the more they stayed the same and in some cases went backwards to fulfil a need to be in control, to know what’s coming, to be comfortable.   But that’s not what fashion is about is it?  It’s supposed to be intelligent, challenging and scary.  At least that’s my version, good for the soul and cheaper than therapy, but that depends on how far your needs go I suppose.  Clothes are civilisation.  I need more than mediocrity, and Daniel is proving to be the career challenge I have been after all along.  In more ways than one.

PF: “Babes, free tonight if you want to tell me about your day” where do I start?

TC: “Need an early one, perhaps tomorrow?” Just need a hot bath, lots of tea, a curry and some crime drama.

PF: “Sounds promising, spill it babes, I can tell when your stalling” she’s good.

TC: “I don’t know what you mean” I think I’m funny don’t I?

PF: “OK, babes, you win this round” phew! I haven't got the energy to argue.

PF: “But not for long…” she’s very good.

TC: “You’re the best” she is.

PF: “You’re welcome” I’m desperate to tell someone how happy I feel right now.

Deep breath, one, two, three….

Beep, there you go, she just can’t wait.

PF: “The lingerie worked then?” Bingo.

TC: “I’m not one to kiss and tell” I lie shamelessly.

PF: “Good girl, tell me all about it later” I will.

I promised I would tell her everything, where do I begin? And swiped my screen silent.

Now sitting at my new desk, in my new studio office, having just been wonderfully
fucked
by my new boss in this very building, in a secret underground sex dungeon. Is there any more? Oh, yes, I have a Jo Malone grapefruit candle lit and it smells wonderful in here too. I feel challenged and a little scared, but in a good way.  My vagina is damp and tingling.  My legs feel an ache, which for once isn't the result of schooling the horses, it's the sitting trot that does it you know? Well perhaps you don't, you'll have to take my word for it.  Thank goodness I don’t have to ride until the weekend, my seat just wouldn’t be secure enough right now. And sitting trot? Well, I can forget that for a while.

My signature for my email now set: Tharie Charles, Denim Designer: Milk&Honey, a small quote underneath: 'you can never be overdressed or overeducated', Oscar Wilde.

I have a meeting now in the office next door, so my happy little calendar on my computer tells me, a weekly fix here.   We all sit around the table, note books at the ready, teacups steaming into the air sit on rubber embossed coasters, waiting anxiously for Daniel to arrive.   It's a much smaller room than mine, but shares the window along the back wall.  James is on the phone, he is whispering into his handset and smiling at it conspiratorially, he catches me watching, smiles and spins round, it’s a secret, not a very good one.

I get another message.

LC: “Just spoken to 'Stinky Pete', can he have tickets to Henry's show?” of course, he gets us discount on all our perfumes and colognes, one good turn deserves another.

TC: “I'll get a pair biked over once I’m out of this meeting” note to self....

James is still on his phone.

“OK babes” he says to his palm, a coughed splutter, “that sounds
incredible
.”  Not quite quietly enough. “See you as soon as I can get out of here.” He swipes his phone off and looks at me guiltily, my own phone vibrates, its Pete, of course.

PF: “He’s just told me to get naked and wait for him.” I can't help looking up from my phone at the very guilty looking face of James Pearce.  Lucky swine, what am I complaining for? I’m still sore from lunch.

TC: “Do it” good girl.

PF: “Already done it and opened the wine” nice.

TC: “So proud” true story.

PF: “So keep the meeting short so he can come round!” bingo.

I chance a second conspiratorial glance at James, he’s watching my fingers over the screen of my phone and guesses rightly I’m talking to my friend, the object of his attention. We smile in understanding.

Steffi just sits quietly, I'd almost forgotten she was here at all, we don’t notice her fuming, in fact, we don't really notice her at all.  I feel the temperature in the room raise as Daniel walks in. He flicks me a conspiratory glance.  “Sorry to keep you waiting,” he says, Newton follows him in with a fresh cup of tea and a plate of digestives, chocolate ones, I approve. He lays them onto the table in front of Daniel and withdraws from the room quickly.  “Let’s do diaries please.”  He begins opening his organiser,
it’s embossed with the company logo, and he hands me one of my own as he sees me watching him.  His eyes bore into mine, and his hand slips under the table top and onto my leg. Bloody hell.  “Firstly Tharie and I will be in Tokyo from tomorrow, we’ll be back early next week.”  His hand slides gently up and down my thigh, I’m loving it, and writing in my diary, well trying to.

Steffi adds, “I’m on holiday for two weeks from tomorrow.” I’m not sure why, but this pleases me greatly.

“James? Anything from you?” Daniel asks him, his fingers wraparound my thigh, between my legs, forcing their way up to part my thighs further, I manage to stifle a gasp of pleasure. I pretend to make notes, but it’s just my usual doodle of skulls and swirly lines, which reminds me...

“I’ll be doing some input, I need a logo for Milk&Honey” I interrupt, to give me something to focus on that isn’t Daniels fingers.

James glances disapprovingly, “I’m starting the email cascade of the new wave of RANDom developments, there’s twelve pairs as yet with no place to live.” James smiles at me and Daniel, he knows what his Brother is doing to me, he coughs for Daniels attention, and Daniel withdraws his hand.

Shame.

Throw a bone and be nice, “Steffi, are you going somewhere nice for your holiday?” I ask her as sweetly as I can manage, and fail completely, because she swipes me a loathing look in answer. 

She almost spits the words, “somewhere hot, and away from
here
.”  She answers with venom. I didn’t think it was possible to inject so much bile into a simple answer, but clearly I am wrong.  Daniel sends Steffi a warning glare, it’s not the first-time she’s taken a dislike to someone in Daniels life I’d guess, she appears to deflate, collects her diary and notes, takes her tea, mumbles something under her breath which sounds like Spanish, but I'm not sure, I don't
do
languages, and she leaves.

K proceed in collected canter left.

That woman is poison. Note to self, stay as far away from her as possible.

Daniel and James look at each other and James rolls his eyes, “OK” he says closing his diary, “that’s what happens when you keep ex’s around.”
What
?

“Stop it” Daniel tells him....And,
what
?

“Didn’t I tell you to get rid of her Danny, she’s a
weird
one, and that’s no lie,
remember…?
” Daniel cuts him off before he can finish, James shuts down the thread of conversation.

“Not now Jim, please.” He turns to indicate there's another person in the room.  Daniels phone vibrates, “I have to take this” he tells us walking out of the room, but not before shooting James a warning glare, we can hear him talking on the phone.