Isobel and Luna are still trying to discover more about her past
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
From the Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock by T S Eliot
The discovery that she had been a sex worker didn't really surprise Isobel. It had never crossed her mind that there was anything to be concerned about as her friendship with Luna had developed and while she couldn't bring memories back her body kept telling her that sex was something that really mattered to her and something at which she was very good!
The name intrigued her though - Isabeau was close to the name she was currently using and she wondered if either or even another variant was her real name. She and Luna had talked about what she should do so long that Isobel almost missed her train and on the spur of the moment Luna offered to travel back with her. Once the feeding arrangements were in place for Patches they grabbed an Uber and dashed to the station and on to the train.
Isobel continued to be conflicted about how much she wanted to know about her past. She was afraid that it might paint a picture of someone she wouldn't like but then again how could she move forward without knowing what had led her here? Luna seemed sure that her friend did need to know but understood her doubts.
By the next morning they had a plan. Luna would phone Monica and ask for an appointment and mention Isabeau in passing. To do this they needed to walk to the village and decided to have lunch at the village pub. It was quiet when they got there and Luna made the call from the car park while Isobel placed their orders.
Luna reported that Monica had sounded a little surprised when Isabeau's name had been mentioned and she had pressed Luna on when they had met. As agreed she had told her that it was more than two years ago and while this seemed to satisfy Monica, she nevertheless continued to ask questions. Finally she had agreed that Luna would visit her in London in a weeks’ time.
There seemed little else they could do now but relax and Isobel had just ordered a bottle of the House wine to go with their lunch when the old man she had fucked, and who she now knew was a retired civil servant called Mostyn, walked in. Isobel greeted him cheerfully and Luna whispered "Is that the one?" Isobel smiled and said "Would you like to meet him? In fact she had little choice as he was already heading their way and in her usual impetuous way Isobel invited him to join them.
She was pleasantly surprised to see how well Luna and Mostyn got along although she was aware that even in casual clothes Luna's stunning figure was very noticeable and seemed to have caught his eye. A little later Mostyn went to the bar to get himself another pint of Bluebird Bitter and a glass of wine for each of them as their bottle had lasted barely half an hour. "Do you think he would fancy a duo" Luna asked prompting laughter from Isobel. Before she could answer he was back but later Isobel wondered if he had noticed Luna's wink at her.
The conversation flowed easily and as Isobel drained her glass she turned to Mostyn "The wine here is OK but I was wondering if you had any more of that Pomerol at home - I told Luna how good it was". He looked a little anxious but despite this Luna leaned forward and took his hand and looking into his eyes said "Isobel told me that she had a rather special time when she visited you and I am quite jealous about it" Now he had the look of a rabbit caught in the headlights that knew it needed to be elsewhere urgently but had no idea how to get there.
After what seemed like an age he took a deep breath and said "Actually I've just tracked down an original vinyl of "Jazz at the Hollywood Bowl" and I was looking forward to playing it this afternoon - I don't suppose you would be interested in hearing it?" - Luna was about to make clear that she certainly wouldn't but before she could do that Isobel said "Oh yes please - I've only ever heard it on CD and I love Ella Fitzgerald's take on 'Love for Sale' - you always say that should be your theme tune haven't you Luna?" and for once Luna was dumbstruck.
They whiled away the afternoon listening to the jazz and drinking yet more wine and Mostyn was about to go for another bottle when Luna told him to sit down. "Look Mostyn you have been very sweet but we need to be honest with you. Isobel and I are planning to have sex with each other very shortly. We can go back to the cottage or we can do it here. We would be very happy for you to join in but don't feel under any pressure."
They were all more than a little drunk by now and even Mostyn had seemed quite chilled but even so his response surprised her. "Do you ladies know something? I've fantasised about having two girls at the same time since I was a young man and never had the chance so if you think I am going to send you back to her cottage think again - and as for you Isobel you will find I am a little better prepared than I was last time".
Intrigued by this Isobel led the way upstairs and invited him to explain but he just pulled out a drawer and started rummaging. First, he put a box of condoms on the bed, then both a large and a small vibrator and finally a butt plug. Isobel flung her arms round him and shrieked - you dirty old man - I love it!" Breaking away he returned to the drawer he said "I don't suppose either of you know what to do with this" pulling out a leather paddle. After the two girls had stopped shaking with laughter Isobel suggested they take a moment to be serious.
Once they were all seated on the bed, she explained that Luna was a professional sex worker and that they were fairly sure that Isobel had been too in her past life. She then went on to explain that her back was badly scarred and he surprised her by saying "I noticed that the first time but as you hadn't said anything, I thought I shouldn't either."
Then it was his turn to tell them something "After the amount I have had to drink today and bearing in mind my age I greatly doubt I will be performing like a stud." - It was Luna who responded first by saying "Don't you worry about that - we know lots of other way to have fun!" and with no further ado she began to strip and urged the other two to do the same.
It seemed Luna was determined to take the lead that afternoon and before long Mostyn and Isobel were lying side by side holding hands while she fingered Isobel with her left hand and masturbated Mostyn with her left. "I think that cock is plenty hard enough" she said straddling him and slowly impaling herself on it while directing Isobel to sit on his face. She could tell by the look on her friends face that Mostyn's tongue had found the spot first time and for the next few minutes they worked in harmony until Isobel began to approach climax and work her own clitoris. She came and they disentangled themselves. "I'm next" said Luna lying down and instructing Isobel to use her fingers while Mostyn wielded the large vibrator. She was close and Isobel knew that a finger in her anus would finish the job so happily obliged.
So that only left Mostyn and he was told that if he took 6 on the backside with the paddle he could choose what happened next. He happily took six really rather gentle stokes and then asked "Which of you is the best cock sucker?". After they had stopped giggling they both agreed it was was Isobel. He then sheepishly asked if Luna would finger him while Isobel worked her magic and not very long afterwards Mostyn fulfilled a lifetime's ambition.
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Isobel is back and now faces another decision - will this one increase her chances of surviving the ordeal that awaits her?
Being brave means to know something is scary, difficult, and dangerous, and doing it anyway, because the possibility of winning the fight is worth the chance of losing it.
They were seated in living room of Isobel's small West London flat. She had opened a 2012 Chateauneuf du Pape but Eric had asked for tap water. "As your colleague, Agnetha, is an US citizen she is being briefed by a colleague from the CIA right now." he began "We are asking for your help but it is entirely your choice whether to do so. However I do need to you to understand that if you decide not to help we strongly advise you both not to go through with these arrangements - these are potentially dangerous people you are dealing with."
He had already explained that Ethan had created several tech applications that were so far ahead of the competition he had become extraordinarily wealthy. He had continued to work on various projects but in the last few years also developed a relationship with the President of a very secretive state that had links to terrorist groups around the world. The intelligence services had been tracking his activities with increasing nervousness but had little concrete evidence of what he was doing.
"The new girlfriend is a particular concern" he went on "We have not been able to identify her. She seems to have come out of nowhere. As you will already have gathered we are rather good at acquiring information but with her we have drawn a blank and that may well mean she is an even greater threat than he is."
He explained that he understood what she and Agnetha were going to do and that they must already be aware it was risky but if they co-operated he could give them some protection while they gathered as much information as they could. Despite Isobel's best efforts he refused to expand on the nature of the protection but she surmised that it would involve both observation and a nearby presence which was not something she would reject lightly.
She wasn't sure whether it was her natural impetuosity, the wine or the fact that Henry seemed to have bonded with this man instantly but she felt she should trust him. She also knew fine well that she was attracted to him. It had been a long time since she had fucked a man without there being a financial arrangement and while she occasionally had sex for fun with women when it came to men it was always business these days.
The one male who was in her life needed to be taken for a walk and she told Eric that she was going out and if he was still there when she returned she would expect him to stay for the night. She had been deeply concerned about what she was facing in any case and her fears had now been deepened convincing her that she did not want to be alone.
When she and Henry returned she was immediately aware that he was still there. This time he accepted her offer of wine and they sat facing each other in the dimly lit room. "You know what I do for a living of course" she said and before he could do more than nod his head she went on "I have sex with men and women in ways that most people find shocking - I do it because I'm good at it and sometimes I enjoy it too."
"I know what you do" he said " and I make no judgements about what people do so long as they don't damage others. However you might think me old fashioned but personally I prefer just making love very slowly but passionately to beautiful women."
She moved to sit on the arm of the chair where Eric was sitting and said softly "I can do that too". She took him by the hand and led him into her bedroom. This flat was her home - not the place where she saw clients - and it spoke of another side to her with its warm colours, soft furnishings, books of poetry, vinyl albums and even an old, but clearly well loved, teddy bear.
They stood by the bed and looked at each other. "I'm a little bit scared about what I have committed to" she said "I can take care of myself and I've been in some tough situations but this time I might have got it wrong."
"I know we have just met but I had to research you in some depth I'm afraid and I believe that you are a strong, resourceful woman. I also understand why you have made this choice. I chose to come and see you myself because I wanted to know what you were really like - what I hadn't expected was to find you so damn attractive."
"I'm flattered that you do - and I'm off duty now so this is the real person you are seeing and I really do need to be held tightly because I don't think I will sleep well tonight"
He took her face in his hands and began to kiss her and without a moment's hesitation she responded. They began to remove each other's clothing piece by piece until there were only her bra and panties and his underpants left. She stepped away and said "There is no going back after this" but he smiled, moved towards her and expertly removed her bra. He took each breast in turn and raised it to his lips so he could harden her nipples before kneeling down to remove her knickers.
As she stepped out of them, he moved his right hand between her legs and found her vagina lips. He already knew they were now pierced and he consciously made himself not react as his fingers encountered the warm steel and her wet cunt. He felt her intake of breath as he pushed her lips apart and probed more deeply while seeking her clit with his mouth.
After several minutes she began to tremble and he withdrew and arose - he lifted her bodily on to the bed and removed his own pants before lying down beside her. She began to say something but he silenced her with a kiss and then whispered "Let our bodies do the talking".
She couldn't remember the last time she had felt able to simply let go in this way. She didn't have to worry about the particular things the client wanted or the passing of time - he was, of course, a stranger to her but he was awakening in her emotional as well as physical responses. As he began to probe her once more she knew that if she wanted it an orgasm would quickly come so simply said "More please".
Once her spasm had subsided she quickly moved to explore his body and as her lips ran across his belly she encountered a large scar "Got it in the line of duty" he said. She took his cock in her hand and raised it to her lips. She knew very well that her oral skills were of the highest order and just a little professional pride crept in. She had no idea whether she would ever see this man again but she was going to make sure that he would never forget this night with her.
She realised he was trying to tell her that he was nearing ejaculation but she hushed him with her hand and carried on. This was something she did only occasionally did for regular clients but she really wanted to taste and swallow this man's spunk. Seconds later she recognised that despite his best efforts t was now on its way from his balls and she felt the first spurt followed a few second later by a larger one. She licked, sucked and swallowed till his cock began to wilt and then moved back up the bed to hold and kiss him.
They dozed for a while but in the small hours she was awake and reached for his cock and was happy to feel it grow hard. "Fuck me please" she said and he did very slowly, very hard, very deep and more than once before morning..
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