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Part Six
Though I didn't go home, I had the car drop me off at the agency as I'd forgotten to take the battery charger with me and the mobile phone was now dead and I had to know if I was wanted for that evening.
`Where the hell have you been?' Samantha shouted at me slamming down the phone she'd been holding.
`I had a nice two days off and thank you, I enjoyed the break,' I replied.
`What?'
`Never mind. My phone went dead on me that's why I've dropped in to see if you wanted me.'
That's why I've been phone...aw, forget it, you're here now. Here,' she scribbled on one of her notelets. Four o'clock or earlier. Mr Stanley Thomas. Ordinary clothes but decent ones and take a top coat with you. Here's the hotel.'
`Topcoat? Why?'
`You're going to a football match.'
`Football match? I've never been to one in my life.'
`Well there's always a first time. At least I think you might be in the directors' box.'
Fucking directors' box! Out in the open and bloody cold, watching twenty men kick a bloody ball around to get it into a net with one man at either end trying to stop it from going in.
I'd got to the hotel at ten past four and standing outside the entrance was a coach and as I was just about to go in, a crowd of men came surging out to get aboard this said coach. It wasn't until they'd actually gone past me that I realised that I knew some of the faces from the newspapers. It was a North London team that I'd just seen. I got through the crowd outside and went in and gave my name at the desk and my escort was pointed out to me at the bar. I went up to the man and tapped him on the arm.
`Is it Mr Stanley Thomas or Thomas Stanley? I didn't quite catch the name when I was told,' I said to the man.
`Stanley,' he said shortly, gulping down his drink.
`My name is Magenta Mr Stanley, I...'
`Thomas. That's my name, and I'm glad you're early.'
`Well I'm ready when you are Mr Thomas Stanley,' I said.
`Are you taking the piss, er...'
`Magenta sir, and no, I can't extract piss from shit,' I said and walked away from him back towards the hotel entrance.
`Hey, hey, wait a minute,' he called out and ran after me and caught my arm, which I shook off.
`No! You wait a minute! If you can't talk to a lady properly I have no intention of standing here to be insulted Mr Stanley or Mr Thomas or whatever your name is.'
Oh I like you. All spit and fire. Come on quick,' he said, grabbing my arm. We might just catch the coach,' and he hustled me out of the front doors and he just managed to catch the coach door before it closed. `Sorry about that,' he said to the driver as I was pushed along the aisle by this man. I was now on the coach of this football team and I got wolf whistles as I was moved along and I recognised several faces until I was pushed into an empty seat.
`Is that the Frenchman?' I asked.
`Yes. Now let's get things sorted out. Your name is Magenta. Mine is Stanley Thomas. Do you understand that?' He asked, spacing out the words of that last sentence.
`No wonder your team's not at the top if you have to talk and give them instructions in that tone of voice,' I said.
`Hey Stan? Who's the bint?' a voice called out from near the front.
`A better player with balls than you are,' I shouted back and this caused a great deal of laughter amongst the team.
`A girl with spunk!' another voice shouted.
`That I get from men not boys,' I shouted back to more laughter.
`Hey boss! If she's the new masseur, I need a massage for the ache in my crotch,' another called out.
`You'd need a crutch if I got my hands on your crotch,' I shouted back, and I was beginning to like this banter.
That's enough now,' shouted a man standing up at the front and facing us all. Concentrate on the game that's ahead and have your fun afterwards.'
`Not with me they won't,' I called out and they all laughed again, but they did as they were told and quietened down so he must have been the manager, or boss as he was called.
`Now Mr Thomas,...'
`Call me Stan or Stanley,' he interrupted me.
`Stanley. Why the hell do you need a female escort just to go to a football match?'
`Camouflage. Words going round that I'm gay, so you're here with me to squash these rumours.'
`Do you think one night out with me will do that?' I asked.
Well it's got them wondering as you're the third one I've taken to a match, he grinned at me. `And I must say, the best one of the lot. Are those real inside your blouse?'
`You're being impertinent now, and yes, they are real. But I still don't know what you do or how we came to be on the team coach. Please enlighten me,' I asked.
`I'm Mark Martins agent and part of the contract is that I get two tickets to each match. But it's Frank Jenkins that I like handling.'
`So you are gay?'
`Give me just a few kisses in front of the crowd and I'll tell you later.'
`So you are gay.' This was now a statement and not a question but he ignored it and I saw we were now pulling into the town's local football stadium. Fans were waving their scarves and wearing their teams colours and there was much cheering as everybody piled out of the coach and hurried through some gates that were manned by two security men.
We went down into a tunnel and I saw the players turn off to the left, but Stanley held my arm and took me further on till we came out by the side of the pitch. We then climbed three quarters of the way up in the stands and through a guarded door and into a bar. So I played my part and hung on Stanley's arm as we had some drinks before we had to go and take our seats.
As I said earlier, the box was outside and the wind was cold and I didn't see much sense in watching that ball being kicked up and down the pitch for ninety minutes and couldn't wait to get back up to the bar and in the warm during the half time break.
Again I hung on his arm and even kissed him quite openly in front of all the others there. Then it was back to watch the second half and said thank fuck under my breath when the final whistle was blown.
The team I had travelled with, the ones from North London, had won by two goals to nil over the local team. It took Stanley and I quite some time to get down to the visitors dressing room and he got me inside where most of the team had finished their splashing about in their large pool to wash off the mud and sweat before getting changed. I had to stay by the door but still saw the odd flash of a cock as a towel slipped and one even wagged his penis at me before he put his underpants on. I'd hoped to see the Frenchman's cock, but I missed out on that sight.
With them all dressed and ready, we went out and got back on the coach for the trip to an hotel. This was booked for the night as it would make it too late for a run down to London. The coach was full of noise with the exuberance of their win and it was straight into the bar when we got to the hotel. Even though I was given my first drink by Stanley for which I kissed him in front of the others, we soon got separated from each other.
This didn't matter to me as I was the centre of attention for five of the players and kept getting plied with drinks as they were knocking them back at an alarming rate. To cut to the chase, it finished up with me and three of them when one suggested we make use of the hotel's Jacuzzi downstairs by the gym.
So all four of us, not quite sober, went down to where this was and the boys had no compunction about stripping off in front of me and getting into this bubbling water. It was seeing three male cocks bouncing about that made me strip off too, to their whistles and rude comments. They all tried to hold my hand as I was helped down into the water and immediately was sat down on a streaming flight of bubbles that tickled my fanny and was very sensual.
`Ooh it's nice sitting on this,' I said.
`You might find it nice sitting on this Magenta,' the player on my left said, taking my hand under the surface of the water and placed it on his erection.
`Will it tickle like the bubbles?' I asked with a smile.
`I think it will do more than that. Try it for size.' So I did. I moved over to him and with my back towards him, lowered myself down as he held it upright for me to slide down on till I was sitting on his thighs. He gave out a gasp behind me as I settled down and I liked his rod there inside me and the bubbles coming up between our legs. His hands came round my front and held onto my breasts as he began to bounce me up and down and fucked me in front of the other two. I squeezed him hard as I moved and enjoyed having sex like this in the water.
I knew when he was about to come as his hands left my tits and held my hips as he ground his pelvis up to me and I bore down on him as he pumped up his coming inside me. He groaned as he came and then went all limp behind me and as I stood up, feeling his erection slide out and some of the warm water get inside me.
A hand came up to steady me and another came to my waist to turn me round, and so I sank down onto the second erection and had him fuck me in the same way. The third man came through the water and sucked on my breasts as I was servicing the one beneath me till he came and I had the third one who didn't last long he was that excited. But it was nice having three cocks in such a short time and in such a surrounding where anybody could have walked in and seen us. I then gave each one a kiss and let them have a suck on my nipples before we got out of the water to look for some towels to dry ourselves on. I was then smuggled up to a room where two of them were staying and stayed for what was left of the night, getting fucked twice again before we fell asleep. The only consolation I had the next morning when we were woken up was that they looked far worse than I did. Also, I could go back to bed when I got home, which was exactly what I did.
I was roused by a phone call from Samantha asking me to call into the agency at six and looking at the bedside clock, knew I had time for a good bath and do my hair. Feeling great after looking to my needs, walked into the agency at exactly six and met a tall black man dressed in a dinner suit.
`Oh, excuse me, I was looking for Samantha,' I said, taking in this man's appearance, very smart, good manners, for he had stood up when I had entered the office. Lovely smile and perfect white teeth. Six foot or so and looked extremely fit and I couldn't help but look at his shoes to see they were big and the shoes had a lovely shine to them. When I looked back up to his face I could see that his eyes had a mocking look in them as I guessed he knew that I was thinking of shoes size as a comparison.
`She will be back in a minute. She said something about powdering her nose,' he said in very good English.
`Are you a client?' I asked, wondering if he was my escort for the evening and would have liked him to be.
`Heavens no! I work here. My name is Ralph,' he said extending his arm that had a powerful looking hand at the end of it protruding from a snowy white cuff.
So do I,' shaking that strong hand. My name is Magenta.'
`Pity,' he said, still holding my hand.
`What, my name?' I asked surprised.
No, no, that you are not a client,' he laughed, a pleasant deep rumble that spoke of him have a deep chest. As to your name, it is perfect as it seems to go with your hair. Such a colour that is rarely seen though many try to copy it and fail dismally.' I liked this man immensely, flatterer that he was, but it appeared to be sincere. `I didn't think it would be my good fortune to have the pleasure of escorting you out this evening.'
Cut out the charm Ralph,' said Samantha coming into the office, Magenta works here.'
`That to my regret I have since found out,' he said as he smiled at me.
`Sorry about dashing off like that. Been trying to go for the past half hour,' as she passed over the details of his escort for that evening and with a small bow to me, left the office.
Now Magenta. For you this evening it is Sir Malcolm Falconer. He's an industrialist and a very busy man and wants you for a dinner engagement that he said he couldn't get out of. He'll expect you at his offices at seven fifteen so we haven't a lot of time. Pick a dress out from the wardrobe and change here. I've ordered a taxi for,' she looked at her watch, twenty minutes time. He wants you to give your name as Lady Magenta to the security man when you arrive and you will be escorted up to his office. That's it, so off you go and get changed and check your make-up, you've got fifteen minutes.'
So into the wardrobe I went and picked out a dress that would suit a lady for dinner. It didn't take long and my hair was okay and it was only a touch up with the lipstick that was required for my face and I was ready and waiting for the taxi which was on time.
When Samantha ordered you a taxi, you didn't have to pay the driver. You just signed a chit because she had an account with the taxi firm so I never carried more than ten pounds in my purse for emergencies.
I was dropped off at the entrance to an imposing block of offices and I had to press a bell by the side of these big plate glass doors and I could see the night security man look up and then come and let me in the building. I told him I was Lady Magenta and he said that I was expected and took me to the lifts and we went zooming up to the very top floor.
The lift door opened onto a magnificent large ante room with thick heavy pile carpet that your foot almost sunk into. There were two corridors, well more like halls, that led off in opposite directions and we turned left and went past two doors to the one at the very end on which he knocked and waited a moment before opening it and announced my arrival to an empty room.
I say empty but only in the context of human life. That was just a disembodied voice that called out that he would be just a moment. The security man left and I stood inside this massive room cum office and looked about me to see one huge desk half way into the room that had massive windows on three sides that looked out over the city.
`Hello,' said a voice from behind and without having a chance to look at more of the room, I turned to see a man of about forty coming towards me doing up his shirt. I could see that he had come from a room that was behind him, obviously a bathroom type place as his hair was still wet. His face had regular features, not what you would call handsome but homely, his eyes were brown and he had a nice smile.
`You must be Magenta. My name is Malcolm Falconer. Would you like some champagne?' he asked as we shook hands.
`Er, yes please Sir Malcolm,' I replied.
Let's drop the Sir part for this evening please,' he said as he went to an ice bucket on a side table that I hadn't noticed, seeing also that it had two glasses there by the side. I get Sir this and Sir that all day long,' he said as he popped the cork and expertly poured out two glasses without spilling a drop and handed one to me. Your health,' he said, raising his glass and taking a mouthful. I raised mine and took a sip of my first ever taste of champagne and immediately got a nose full of bubbles. He saw the expression on my face and laughed. Tickles doesn't it?'
`Yes,' I laughed with him as I rubbed my nose and I guessed he knew that I hadn't had much experience with champagne before and I found that I liked it. Like cider after a fashion but a lot more fizzy.
`Sorry to drag you to the office but I've been so busy today that I knew I wouldn't have time to go home to get changed there. It was only yesterday that I found out that that confounded Lady Margaret would be there with her daughter that she's desperately trying to unload on me. Cynthia. Can't stand the girl and that's where you come in. If I went there on my own she would then be like a limpet. Come on, drink up and have another glass,' he said as he emptied his.
The wine that will be served with the meal is not up to my standard, so this will be the best we will have this evening.' I emptied my glass and he took it and gave us both a refill. If you'll excuse me, I'll take my glass in there and finish getting dressed,' he said as he handed me my second glass. With that he was gone and I took another sip and rolled it round my mouth, loving the taste and the tickly sensation it gave to my nose and the back of the throat.
I then took stock of the room and behind the big desk was a comfortable looking leather chair that I guessed swivelled round. There was also a large sofa and two arm chairs around a large coffee table more or less in the centre of the room and against the wall that didn't have a window was large sideboard style of furniture. On it were a couple of silver trophies that I found were for marksmanship, so he liked shooting I surmised for his name was on them. A few more knick knacks were there which didn't draw my eye.
In the centre of the wall was an aerial photograph of what looked like an industrial plant, but for what, I didn't know. There were two other photos, one on either side of the big one and they were of small jet planes and it was these I was looking at we re-entered the room.
`Do you like aircraft?' he asked as he refilled his glass, pointing the neck of the bottle towards me, silently asking if I wanted a refill to which I shook my head.
`I can't really say never having flown in one before.'
That was my first private plane,' he said pointing to the picture on the left, and this is my latest one,' pointing to the other. `This one has all mod cons and even has a separate bedroom for when I have a long flight.'
`It must be nice to float above the clouds. How high does the plane go?'
`Oh, it cruises along at about thirty five thousand feet.'
`How high is that, in miles I mean?'
`About six and a half.'
`So you're a member of the six mile club then?' I said and he gave a snort as a laugh and dribbled champagne down his chin which he quickly whipped out a handkerchief to wipe away as he continued to laugh.
Have I said something funny?' I asked. I've heard of the Mile High Club but not the six mile one.'
Oh Magenta, you are precious,' he managed to get out as he wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes. Do you have a passport?'
`No,' I said, wondering why he was asking as a change of subject.
`Well if you get one, I think I'd rather like to introduce you to the mile high club,' he said still laughing.
`Oh that would be nice, to go up in a plane and see the clouds all below.'
O Magenta my sweet one,' he said putting down his glass and taking mine from my hand and I thought he was going to kiss me, but took my arm instead. Let's go before I have a hernia laughing.' He chuckled all the way down in the lift and then controlled himself as the security guard let us out of the building with a salute and where a chauffeured limousine was waiting for us.
My it was plush sitting back in that comfortable car as we were driven off for this dinner date. On the way he told me the names of the host and hostess and that we would be having an inferior sherry served before the meal and that I was to stick by him the whole time and not get distracted or separated. He'd also made sure that we sat together at dinner as far from Lady Margaret as possible.
We duly arrived and was introduced and spent nearly an hour standing about chatting, though I spent most of it just listening. I did get to shake hands with this Lady Margaret and her daughter Cynthia and understood why he needed a chaperone.
The dinner and the company overall was very pleasant but I agreed with Malcolm on his comment about the wine. With the dessert finished, the hostess stood up and said that the ladies would retire for coffee to leave the men to smoke. Other women began to rise and Malcolm gave me a nod to mean that I had to leave with the others.
We went into the lounge where we had first congregated and Lady Margaret beckoned me over to sit on a sofa between her and Cynthia. As I sat down, a maid came round with coffees on a tray and a green liqueur that I guessed was Crème de Menthe, this I refused. I had tried it once in the club and the strong mint flavour brought up all my wind and that was the last thing I wanted to happen here.
Now tell me Magenta,' Lady Margaret began, smiling at me sweetly. Where did you meet Sir Malcolm?'
`In his office. I was there to sort out a contract.'
`My, so young to be in business.'
`I'm not in business as you call it. I just went to see that the contract was fulfilled.'
`What do you do then?' the smile sweet again.
`Nothing really. I seem to spend most of the day in bed,' which was the truth.
`So you don't see Sir Malcolm very often then?'
`No, but I hope to. He's asked me to get a passport. He's going to take me up in his plane and let me join the Mile High Club. Are you a member?'
Her eyes went like flint and a flush came to her face.
Cynthia!' She said in a harsh voice as she stood up. We're leaving!' Handing a maid the proffered cup and saucer and with a withering glance at me, turned and swept out of the room with Cynthia following in her wake. I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at the impression I had of a galleon under full sail scudding along with a frigate behind as an escort. But that was the end of my after dinner conversation and I sat there alone for an hour before the men came out and joined us.
Malcolm saw me and came and sat down beside me.
`All alone I see. Where's Lady Margaret and you know who?' he asked looking round the room.
`Gone.'
`Well that's a relief, now I can relax.'
`I think I said something to upset up her.'
`What was that?'
`I asked her if she was a member of the Mile High Club.' He burst out laughing and tears came to his eyes which he fumbled out a handkerchief to wipe them.
Oh Magenta, you really are a treasure,' his voice still laughing, you may have done the trick for me.'
`What's that?'
`Got rid of her for me and if this is true, I will gladly take you up in my plane, more than once if it comes to that.' I didn't have another chance then to ask any more on the subject as the host came over and Malcolm then stood up and they talked business for several minutes.
Then it was time to leave and we said our goodbyes as we thanked the hostess and the servants must have a good grapevine for as the servant bowed and opened the outer door, I saw that our car was there waiting for us, the rear door open and we got inside and settled ourselves down as he got into the driving seat and drove us away.
Well Magenta,' Malcolm said as he patted my hand. I think this has been a most successful evening. I wish I could prolong it,' and my heart sank for I had hoped we would have been going to bed together,' but I've got an early start in the morning and I still have things to do tonight. So may we drop you at your home?' I tried to argue that I would get a taxi, but he insisted, so I gave him the directions which he passed on to the chauffeur.
When the car pulled up at my house, he kissed my hand and said that he looked forward to seeing me again quite soon. That was it then, cockless for the night, so I undressed and went to bed with tears in my eyes and frigged myself till I came, utterly exhausted at the effort and only then could I fall asleep.