Amanda's Young Men (23 page)

‘You scared Ms Amanda, Tom. Apologise.’

‘I’m sorry, Ms Amanda,’ whispered Tom.

Trevor said, ‘I don’t think that’s good enough, sonny. Amanda, go see if you can find a pair of scissors somewhere for me. The kitchen, perhaps?’

When Amanda got back, she found Tom still squatting, awkwardly shuffling his pants off his feet. The other two boys were in the process of dropping theirs. All three had sticky chins and shirts. They stared, bug-eyed, at the scissors in Amanda’s hand.

‘Trevor,’ she whispered, ‘I did hurt Tom’s feelings. Maybe …’

‘He and his buddies were going to rape you, Amanda. Give me those scissors.’

‘What are you going to do with them?’

‘Don’t worry, I’m not going to snip their cocks off, though I wouldn’t mind doing that, actually. Here –’ Trevor kicked Tom’s pants over to Amanda ‘– you do it instead.’

He jerked his head to the other two. ‘Give ’em to the lady, boys.’

To Amanda, he said, ‘Cut their pants up, please. Nice small pieces if you don’t mind.’

Amanda laughed out loud with relief. She commenced cutting up the boys’ pants.

Trevor turned back to the teens. ‘Underpants off as well, if you please. You, the one who thinks he’s got muscles, I want you to sit in the armchair. Come on – move it. We’re gonna make a movie, kids! Get your cell-phone camera ready, madam director. We’re gonna make a porno movie starring Tom and Dick and over here – Harry.’ He dragged Tom to his feet and released his bruised lip. ‘OK, Tom, you promised blow-jobs and sodomy to your friends, I’m sure. It’s not nice to renege on a promise, so on your knees, there’s a good lad, and get sucking.’

Tom went white. ‘Suck …?’

‘That’s right, suck your mate’s cock. Let’s get on with it.’

‘I won’t do it!’

‘No?’ Trevor’s hand shot out. He took Tom’s cock and balls into his massive fist. ‘Want to change your mind? Ever heard the sound of a man’s balls bursting from being slowly crushed?’

‘N-no.’

‘Me neither. It was a trick question. You can’t hear it, you see, on account of all the screaming.’

‘Ms Amanda,’ implored Tom. ‘Help me?’

Amanda looked up from the cell phone, which she was setting to ‘movie mode’.

‘How about if the boys pretend they’re doing each other? It’ll look the same on “Yoo-hoo tube” or whatever it’s called.’

‘I don’t know,’ said Trevor. ‘I think they’re dying to fuck and suck each other off.’

‘No,’ shouted Tom. ‘I swear I’m not.’

‘Me neither!’ chimed in the stocky one.

Interestingly, the fat one remained silent.

‘All right,’ conceded Trevor. ‘But I think all three of you owe a big thank you to Ms Amanda.’

A chorus of heartfelt thank-yous were offered to Amanda. To think only moments earlier these grovelling cowards had actually frightened her. She cast a grateful look at Trevor. ‘Quiet on the set!’ Let him have his fun. He deserved it.

Trevor directed Tom to kneel in front of the boxy boy, who sat on the couch with his legs splayed. He beckoned the obese one over. ‘On your knees, you, down behind Tom. I want you to make it look like you’re buggering him.’

When all three red-faced boys were in place, he said to Amanda, ‘Be sure to get their faces, and their bare bums and
their
silly little cocks, of course. I want hard-ons! And I want to hear you boys make some noise.’

The boys pumped up their pricks and practised moaning.

‘Action!’ Amanda took close-ups and wide panning shots, while the boys groaned and humped like pros. After a while, she pressed the ‘stop’ button. ‘New positions, please,’ she said sweetly.

Trevor repositioned the boys so that the one on the couch was now apparently being rogered by Tom, while he took the large boy’s member in his mouth.

Amanda shot for a few more minutes, then said, ‘I think we’ve got enough.’

The boys collapsed.

Trevor moved among them, nudging them with his toe. ‘You know how quickly I could get these clips to your parents or your college? Or just on to the net? Still, no rush. I think I’ll just keep them for now. Maybe I’ll upload them tomorrow, or next month, or even next year. I might just wait until one of you achieves something, not that that’s likely. Won’t it be nice, your name and picture in the local paper because you won first prize in an ugly contest, or got a half-decent job, or something? Or maybe because you managed to get married? And that jogs my memory so I go online, press “Send”, and ruin you? Think about it.’

From their snivelling, it seemed the boys were doing just that.

Trevor asked, ‘Done, Amanda?’

‘All done.’ She knelt by Tom to stare straight into his miserable eyes. ‘I’m sorry it came to this,’ she whispered. ‘I’ll keep the movie, Tom, not him.’ She jerked her head at Trevor. ‘I won’t use it as long as you stay away from me. OK?’

Tom nodded. His puppy-dog eyes were grateful.

The fat boy blurted, ‘I think I’m going to throw up.’

The wrestler said, ‘Me too!’

‘That’s fine,’ Trevor allowed. ‘Just so you don’t follow us. If you do, I’ll thump you hard. Come on, Amanda.’

The room’s door closed behind them a full second before the sounds of retching started.

As Trevor drove them away, Amanda cuddled up to his massively muscular arm. ‘I don’t know how to thank you,’ she said.

‘No need. I told you, remember? I protect you. It’s part of the package.’

She ran her fingertips up the ridge of his cock, through his pants. ‘It’s a great package, Trevor.’

He covered her hand. ‘No, Amanda, not now.’

‘Why not?’

‘That was pretty disgusting, back there. You can’t feel like sex, not after what you just went through.’

‘But I really want to thank you, and …’

‘Not that way, Amanda. Our physical relationship isn’t all there is to us. At least, I hope not. I’m happy I was able to help you. And just think, now you have Sophie Sharpe over a barrel. Once she sees that movie …’

Amanda sat up straight. ‘No, Trevor. Sophie Sharpe will
never
see that movie.’

‘But –’

‘For all his bluster, Tom never told his mother about us. Even though he’s of age, I’m sure his mother would still have had plenty to say to me, and to the other shareholders, about the morality of the President of Forsythe Footwear. No, what went on between me and Tom is still private, and it’ll stay that way, as long as he behaves himself from here on in.’

‘Even if it costs you the company.’

‘I don’t think it’ll come to that. I learnt a few things from that boy.’

‘That’s for sure. For instance, always check their ID.’

‘Yes, that.’ Amanda had to laugh. ‘Although I think, if I simply made it a rule not to have sex with people who still live with their parents, I should be OK.’

20

DARK AS MIDNIGHT
, her naked body bathed in warmth. Safe inside a steel cocoon. Brilliant calm in the middle of chaos … Amanda wondered what it would be like to masturbate inside the tanning bed. Her hand skittered down her belly towards its target. Her pink pearl, the one that so delighted in a good polishing, roused itself at once.

Damn! Amanda stilled her hand. She’d come to the tanning salon for a few moments’ respite from either running a company or screwing her brains out with one or more of her five new lovers. She needed to quiet her thoughts, centre her being and get a base tan started so she’d be glowing for the shareholders’ meeting. The absolute last part of her body that needed attention was her so-called ‘love’ button.

There was the rub. Was any of it love?

If not, was that mostly her choice? Or was it because deep down she wasn’t loveable? After all, even Roger had had to seek … something in another woman’s arms.

Much as she was enjoying her current sybaritic state, she would not have entered into it had Roger not widowed her in such a publicly humiliating way. She was sure of it. But when she’d been exposed as a bad wife – or, no, as a lousy lover! – and left a widow at the same time, she’d truly lost all interest in monogamy.

There were two ways to avoid it. One was to be celibate. The other was to take multiple lovers. Amanda chuckled. The first option wasn’t worth considering. It was glorious to be so sexually
alive
. She could have more lovers, too. Somehow she’d become a walking siren, a present-day goddess, Cleopatra in a business suit. If she wanted, she could already have had the parking attendant and at least one sales rep. Just wait till the shareholders’ meeting. Her sexual charisma would probably win the day all by itself!

Especially with a little glow on.

Silence. Darkness from the goggles over her eyes and heat all around.

Again, Amanda wondered what it would be like to masturbate inside the tanning bed.

Forget it. A woman with five lovers needs to rest when she’s alone. Amanda grinned as she counted them. A hunk o’ burning love, Trevor. Rupert and Paul. And then there were the girls. Nola. Meg.

She hadn’t thought of Meg much since the girl had called to thank her for the flowers. That conversation had been very short. Well, Amanda hadn’t known exactly what to say and it wasn’t up to Meg to say any more than she had, which was thank you.

What had it been about that girl that had so turned her head? It was lucky, really, that Trevor had come along that very night to screw the lezzy right out of her. God, what a man.

And what was she? A ‘switch’, Trevor had said. Maybe it was the extreme femininity of Meg that had so called to her, as heady an invitation as the extreme masculinity of Trevor, so attractive to one who is presently neither or both.

God, it was fun to combine the allure of woman with the power of man. No wonder she had five lovers. Amanda’s forehead wrinkled. Not five lovers. Six. Tom counted. She had to be more careful in the future, and not just with checking ID. The first time for anyone is important. Certainly hers had been. Just because so far her virgin lovers had all been male didn’t
mean
that losing their virginity wasn’t momentous for them. She should have seen the Heartbreak Kid coming and been more careful with him or even have avoided the whole thing entirely. She’d been lucky, really, that Paul and Rupert had genuinely welcomed her advances. And welcomed her they had. Both boys had fallen into her clutches with grateful eagerness. Or would it be eager gratefulness? Either way, those initial shoe-store encounters had been divine.

Once again, Amanda wondered what it would be like to masturbate inside the tanning bed.

Damn!

21

AMANDA’S FINGERNAILS DUG
under the edge of the hard shell of wax that coated Nola’s pubes. ‘Ready?’

The girl nodded. Amanda ripped. Nola yelped. Most of the wax came away in one piece, leaving Amanda to pick the last few fragments off. ‘Stand up and turn around.’

Nola lifted her bum off the tiled surround of Amanda’s bathtub and turned to face it.

‘Bend over.’

The easiest place to miss short fine hairs is on the ‘taint’ but Amanda’s close inspection, with her eyes and with the tips of her fingers, failed to find any strays. ‘There,’ she said, ‘that’s better than shaving, right? It’ll last longer, as well.’

‘Thank you, Ms Amanda.’

‘Turn around again.’ Amanda poured soothing lotion on to her palm and smoothed it over Nola’s freshly bald, newly sensitised, bright-pink skin. ‘I want you to be absolutely perfect for my guest.’

‘Me too. Is he …? I don’t know what to ask. What sort of man is he, Ms Amanda?’

‘You’ve met him – he’s Trevor, our office building’s security man.’

‘Oh? He’s a big one. I didn’t know that you knew him, not socially.’

‘More than “socially”,’ Amanda corrected with a smile. ‘He’s been very helpful to me, Nola, in all sorts of ways. You are to be
my
“thank you present” to him, because you are the very best toy in the whole world.’

‘Thank you!’ Nola smiled so wide her adorable dimples made her cheeks even more apple-like than usual. ‘I’ve never been a “thank you present” before.’ She giggled. ‘I like it!’

‘I thought you would.’ Amanda sprinkled pink-tinted talcum over Nola’s mound and brushed it off. ‘I can’t believe you and Trevor were never … introduced,’ she commented.

‘Oh. I dunno. I wasn’t there after five much, except when … Roger …’ Her voice trailed off and her face, just a moment earlier the picture of sunniness, clouded over.

‘I’m sorry, Nola. I wasn’t thinking.’

‘No, I’m sorry, Ms Amanda. I never would’ve hurt you if I’d known what you were like.’

‘It doesn’t matter now,’ said Amanda. ‘I know it wasn’t you in the hotel room.’

‘No way! I always said to him to go home. I
never
went to a hotel with him. Honest.’

‘I believe you. I do. But, tell me, did you ever see him with anyone else? Another woman?’

‘No. And that’s the thing I don’t get. With you
and
me, what more could he want?’

Amanda chuckled. ‘A good question, Nola. There, now your pussy is purr-fect. Do your face and don’t spare the paint.’

Pink-haired Nola did her eyelids in silver, with glossy white highlights. She coated her lips with the same shade, and with the same wet look, as the delicate skin that lined her pussy.

When Nola was done primping, Amanda produced several rolls of pink ribbon. She’d decided not to put hose on the girl but to embellish her slender young legs with ribbons, tied around her thighs about where the tops of stockings would have come. A much wider ribbon went low around Nola’s hips and tied in a big floppy bow, right over her mound. Narrower
pink
ribbons decorated her wrists. Finally, Amanda tied a pink ribbon as a choker, with its bow at the nape of Nola’s neck.

‘And now you’re a pretty pink kitten for Trevor to pet,’ Amanda announced.

She took Nola into her bedroom, where Roger had had several full-length mirrors installed. He’d so loved to watch himself and Amanda making love, the rotten cheating bastard.

‘I’m gift-wrapped!’ Nola squealed, delighted. ‘Thank-you-thank-you-thank-you!’ She looked Amanda, who was still in a plain terry bathrobe, up and down. ‘What are you going to wear, Ms Amanda? And, may I ask, who is supposed to do what to whom? Is it to be all three of us tangled together, or mainly you and him with me assisting, or me and you with him watching, or me and him, doing whatever you tell us to do?’