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Please let me know if you want the series to continue.

   Riv Yavtry

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   Monday afternoon I went to see Dr Hadaway.  The rather over‑blown
blonde was on‑guard again - she was wearing a very short skirt today
showing a vast expanse of thigh with a flash of red thong.  She checked
with Dr Hadaway then waved me in.

   "Come in, Brian, and have a seat." I shut the door behind me.  "Thanks.
What happened to your old secretary?" "Veronica's on maternity leave", he
replied.  That surprised me because I hadn't even noticed she was pregnant.
He continued "Angela's taking over until Veronica comes back, if she
decides to." He then lowered his voice.  "She's a hottie, isn't she?" he
asked conspiratorially.  I knew Dr Hadaway wasn't married, but I didn't
know anything about his personal life or whether he was seeing anyone. 
"Quite nice, but not really my type." I tried to be tactful.  "Oh yes, I've
seen you with that lab technician.  I hope it works out." I thought it was
about time to steer the conversation round to business.  "I've written up
the Atlanta Symposium.  Here's my report, and my expense claim for
authorization." "Thanks.  I'll read the report later.  Do you think there's
anything to get the company interested?" "There were a couple of papers
covering developments that I think the company ought to monitor, but
nothing for it to invest in yet.  You might have to wait another thirty
years at this rate." He smiled at my attempt at humor.  While I was
speaking he had been casting his eyes over my expense form.  "There isn't a
hotel bill here" he queried.  "All the hotel rooms were taken so I stayed
with relatives." "I see, so you've claimed the flat rate.  I think that's
last year's rate - hold on and I'll check with Angela."

   Dr Hadaway got up and left the room.  Acting on a sudden impulse, I
calculated Angela's position on the pheromone wheel, and choosing the
opposite formulation, I dabbed some on Dr Hadaway's desk.

   Dr Hadaway returned.  "Yes, you're due an extra $2.50 per night." He
amended my expense claim, authorized it and gave it back to me.  "Leave it
with Angela on your way out." "Thanks." I paused for a moment then
continued "There's something else you might be able to help me with.  A
friend has got a delicate legal problem and needs to see a lawyer about it.
Can you recommend anyone?" "Why don't you talk to Vince Kramer.  Mention my
name.  He may not be able to help directly but he knows a lot of people
through his line of work." I'd heard of Vince Kramer but never met him.  He
was Director of Legal Services and everyone had heard of him because once a
month he sent us an e‑mail threatening dire consequences if we talked
to the media without the company's permission and without being coached
first.  "Thank you.  That's very helpful." I got up to leave and we shook
hands.  Just as I turned to go out the door, Dr Hadaway said "By the way,
Irving's back.  The universe is a safer place." I smiled and left.

   On the way back to my office, I realised I had probably wasted some of
my pheromone preparations.  Someone who looked and dressed like Angela was
probably sexually active and would almost certainly be on the pill.

   Back at my office I closed the door and phoned Vince Kramer.  A woman,
no doubt his secretary, answered the phone.  "Hello, Vince Kramer's
office". "Hello, can I speak to Vince Kramer please?" "Just a moment. 
Who's calling?" "Brian Hardy.  I work in research." "Just a moment." The
phone went mute for a few seconds, then a man's voice: "Hello Brian, what
can I do for you?" "Dr Hadaway suggested I talk to you.  I've got a friend
with a delicate legal problem and I was hoping you could recommend a
discreet lawyer." Vince gave a little laugh.  "Normally I'd invite you to
come over and discuss the matter with me.  When people say things like `a
friend' and `delicate', it usually means that they're in trouble themselves
but want the discussion to be, shall we say, abstract.  If I thought there
was anything going on that might affect the company, I'd be
duty‑bound to take action.  However since Arnold referred you to me,
I'd probably rather not know.  There's a very good guy on the other side of
the city, Torsten Feldberg.  I think they invented the word `discreet' just
to describe him."

   Vince gave me Torsten Feldberg's address and phone number.  I dialled it
as soon as the call to Vince ended.  "Hello, Torsten Feldberg and Partners"
answered the receptionist.  "Hello.  I have a delicate legal problem and
I'd like some confidential advice." "That's our speciality.  When would be
convenient?" We settled on late Tuesday afternoon.  "As you're a new
client, we will charge a discounted rate of $100 an hour for the first two
hours but for an initial discussion an hour is usually long enough.  Is
that acceptable?" I agreed.  "What name please?" I hesitated.  "It's just
for the appointments book.  It doesn't have to be your real name, of
course. Would Mr Smith be ok?  We haven't had one of those this week yet.
And pay in cash if you want to remain untraceable." I felt both relieved
and slightly sordid as I agreed to the alias.  "By the way, I have a
recording that I'd like Mr Feldberg to hear.  If I burn it onto CD, will he
be able to play it?" "Now you're forewarned us, I'm sure that can be
arranged." I said thanks and goodbye then rang off.

   Curiosity got the better of me and I went back to Dr Hadaway's office.
The blinds were closed and the door was shut and judging from the grunts
and moans coming from within, I deduced my pheromone preparation had
worked. Then I heard Angela shout "Oh yes, fuck me harder, yes, yes, yes"
as if by way of confirmation.  I realised I had screwed up again - if
Angela had been influenced by the pheromones then she wasn't on the pill
and, likely as not, they were having unprotected sex.  It was too late to
remedy the situation so I went back to my office, my euphoria having been
well‑and‑truly dampened.

   That evening I produced an edited version of the recording of the
conversation with the Quinn sisters, omitting the introductions where we
exchanged names, and burned it onto CD.

   Tuesday afternoon I left work early and took a cab to Feldberg's office.
I was a bit worried when I saw it because it was small and in a
run‑down neighbourhood and there was no evidence of any `partners'.
The receptionist was the woman who answered the phone.  I could understand
why she had the job - everything about her shouted `safe'.  Without being
unattractive, she was the antithesis of Angela, Dr Hadaway's replacement
secretary.

   "Good afternoon, I have an appointment to see Mr Feldberg.  The name's
Smith." "You're a couple of minutes early but Mr Feldberg is expecting you.
Please go in."

   Torsten Feldberg lived up to his Nordic name, being tall, slim and
blond. His office was a lot more impressive than the building, functional
without being ostentatious, the walls lined with bookshelves housing rows
of impressively weighty legal reference books.  "Good afternoon Mr Smith,
how can I help?" "I think this will explain everything." I handed over the
CD.  "Is this is a recording of a conversation?" he asked.  "Yes." "I had
better warn you that recording a conversation without a court order is
illegal unless all parties give their consent.  I will assume you obtained
the consent." He put the CD into a waiting CD player and pressed
<<play>>.  He listened intently as the story of the sisters'
attempt to blackmail me unfolded.  When the CD finished he pressed
<<stop>>.  I spoke first.  "So the older sister couldn't have
seen me in the park or she would have known I didn't rape her sister." "How
old are the girls?" "Approximately 15 and 11." "Hmmm.  This is extremely
complicated.  I need to consider the possibilities.  But it strikes me
immediately that both sisters are minors and therefore unable to give
informed consent to the recording, so the recording would be inadmissible
in a court of law." I hadn't known that.  My heart sank.  Mr Feldberg
thought for a while, jotted down some notes, said "Hmmmm" quite a few
times, and occasionally retrieved and browsed through a massive tome from
the impressive collection on the bookshelves in the office.  I began to get
even more depressed when I remembered that even with the discount, I was
paying $100 an hour while nothing much seemed to be happening.  Eventually
I let my impatience show by fidgeting nervously.

   At last Mr Feldberg seemed to come to a conclusion.  "Mr Smith.  Clients
come to me by referral because of my reputation for discretion.  However I
am still a lawyer and bound by a code of conduct.  As such I am not
permitted to suggest you do anything illegal.  I'm going to assume that you
did nothing to influence the actions of the girl in the park, or if you
did, it can never be proven.  Is that fair?" "Yes." "One option is to call
their bluff and do nothing.  That's what I'd usually advise in a case like
this.  But the younger girl appears to have a crush on you and that's very
powerful motivation, and I think there's a very real danger they'll carry
out their threat.  If the girls go to the police before you do, your
defence attorney will always be playing catch‑up and it is likely it
will end badly for you.  So I recommend you go to the police first.  A
sympathetic District Attorney might let you off on the recording completely
or only press for a small fine, because of the extenuating circumstances.
Of course, it could still explode if the children's parents go to the
newspapers but you may be able to weather the storm without too much
damage."

   Torsten Feldberg then stood up, looked at his watch, and jotted down the
time.  "Now you are off the clock, I'm no longer a lawyer and we can
discuss other options.  In your judgement, can you trust the children to be
discreet?" I thought for a moment.  "I think so.  The older girl is
sexually active but appears to be bright and have her head screwed on.  I
can't see that would be the case if she blabbed all the time." "Intercourse
with a child the age of the younger girl is statutory rape.  However there
is a case, Supreme Court versus Malinka, where the courts took the view
that a person capable of blackmail, in this case physically over the age of
consent but mentally below it, is capable of giving consent for
intercourse. That would provide a reasonable defence as a last resort.  If
you are a betting man and if you think you would be physically and
emotionally able to consummate the act of intercourse with the child to her
satisfaction, all things considered I think that might be your best
option." That surprised me - it was the last thing I would have expected a
lawyer to suggest.  I stood up and extended my hand.  "Thank you, you've
been a great help." We shook hands and I turned to leave.  "One moment Mr
Smith.  If you accede to the girls' demands and the event is video'd, make
sure you ask the younger child whether she's sure she wants intercourse -
it will help to prove there was no coercion on your part.  And please take
your CD with you.  The header information could be used to identify you."

   I took the CD and left the office.  The secretary was speaking on the
phone to Mr Feldberg.  "Right Mr Feldberg, I've got that." She put the
phone down and looked up at me.  "The interview took 1 hour and 15 minutes.
That's $125.  How would you like to pay for it?" "Is cash acceptable?" I
had $300 with me in case.  "That's fine." I handed over the $125 and the
secretary handed me a carbon copy of the receipt, showing payment by Mr
Smith, and noting the date and time of the interview so that I could be
differentiated from all the other Mr Smiths.

   Tuesday morning one of the Marketing Reps, Rick Bryce, came to my
office. "Hi Brian.  I'm giving a potential customer, a nationwide retailer,
the guided tour on Thursday.  Is it ok to bring them round your lab in the
afternoon?" The question was a matter of politeness because customers were
the lifeblood of the company and it was unthinkable to say no.  However it
meant a frantic exercise beforehand to make sure everything was tidy and no
confidential material was on display.  "No problem, thanks for the warning.
By the way, have you got any samples suitable for kids?  I'd like to give a
little present to a couple of my nieces." "Funny you should ask.  I've just
taken delivery of 500 sets specifically designed for young girls.  It's for
a Christmas promotion and I'm handing them out when I visit customers. 
There's some really garish lipstick, some blusher, eyeshadow and mascara in
a plastic carry‑case.  A couple of sets won't be missed.  I'll bring
them Thursday." "Thanks a lot."

   Wednesday I joined Anne at lunch.  First we discussed Rick's tour the
following day - as usual Anne had everything under control.  Then Anne
turned to more important issues.  "Have you decided whether you want us to
carry on seeing each other?" "That was never in doubt." "In that case,
yes." "Sorry?" Anne lowered her voice almost to a whisper.  "I'd like to
try anal sex." My cock almost knocked the table over!  I adjusted my pants,
hoping nobody would notice.  I thought for a few seconds.  "I'd love it to
be a romantic spur‑of‑the‑moment thing, but realistically
it has to be planned carefully.  When would you like to try?" "I'd like to
do it soon, before I have too long to change my mind.  How about Friday
night?  We could go for dinner somewhere first." "That's good for me.  Your
place or mine?" "I'd feel more comfortable doing it at my place," she
replied.  "And now the icky stuff.  I know there are some people out there
who get turned on by scat, but I'm not one of them.  So break out the
air‑freshener and turn up the air‑conditioning.  Do you want to
have an enema first?  If not, I'll wear a condom." "I've never had an
enema. What does it involve?" "Basically you take a bottle of warm water
and let it flow into your bowels through a tube.  Then you let it all out
down the toilet.  Some people enjoy them but they take a fair amount of
time and preparation." "That sounds an awful lot of trouble to go to when
I'm not sure I'll go all the way through with it.  Would you mind if I
skipped it the first time?" "Not a problem.  I don't mind wearing a
rubber." We finished our meals in companionable silence.  Over coffee, Anne
spoke in a near‑whisper again.  "The man who raped me still lives in
this city.  I've seen him a couple of times recently but I don't think he
recognises me." I wasn't surprised at the latter.  For most people, Anne
was very easy to overlook.  The makings of a plan jumped into my mind. 
"What is his name?  It would be really horrible if I knew him." "Carl
Voxon, spelt with an 'x'."

   After lunch I looked in the telephone directory but Carl Voxon wasn't
listed.  I dialled Torsten Feldberg's number.  "Good afternoon, Torsten
Feldberg and Partners" answered the receptionist.  "Good afternoon, this is
Mr Smith from yesterday afternoon." "Good afternoon, Mr Smith.  I'm afraid
Mr Feldberg's in a meeting at the moment.  Can I get him to call you?"
"Actually I think you'll be able to help me if anyone can.  An old school
friend lives in the city and I'd like to get in touch but I don't know his
number.  Do you know of a detective agency that I could use to track him
down?" "Mr Feldberg uses Lou Carlotti." The receptionist gave me Lou
Carlotti's number.

   I dialled Lou Carlotti.  A woman's voice answered "Carlotti Enquiries.
Can I help you?" "I want to trace someone who lives in the city, and get
some background info as well.  Is that the sort of thing you do?" "I'm Lou
Carlotti.  And yes, I do that sort of thing.  What sort of information do
you need - social security numbers, bank account numbers, balances,
credit‑rating?" "No, I'm looking for more personal stuff.  Partners,
pets, car, employment, that sort of thing." "That sort of stuff requires
personal investigation.  I'd guess about a day of my time at $500 a day,
half up‑front.  Is that acceptable?" "Yes, that's fine.  When can you
do it?" "I can start this afternoon and I should have some results for you
in about a week.  "That's excellent!" I gave her Carl's name and she took
my credit card number to siphon off the initial $250 dollars then set off
to work.

   Thursday afternoon the guided tour hit the laboratory.  Rick introduced
me to some elderly men in high‑powered suits whose names I would
never remember, and lauded my lipstick breakthrough until my toes curled.
Afterwards he handed me the two child's make‑up sets, saying "That
went extremely well.  They were really impressed when I showed them the new
advertising campaign.  I think they're in the bag."

   The big day arrived.  After work Anne and I went for a meal together. 
We were both a bit nervous and didn't want much to eat so we stuck to
salad. Afterwards we caught a cab back to Anne's apartment.  She made
coffee first, and put on some romantic music.  I made the first move.  "Are
you sure you really want this?" I asked.  "I'm not sure of anything, but I
want to try." She gave me a quick peck on the lips then disappeared into
the toilet.  A short time later I heard it flush.  When she came back into
the lounge she gave a nervous smile.  "I'm ready now.  What do we do?" I
got up, took Anne by the hand and led her into the bedroom.  I kissed her
on the lips and she responded, parting her lips so our tongues could meet.
I unbuttoned her blouse and she pulled in out of her skirt and dropped it
on the floor.  Next I undid her bra and she allowed it to drop to the
floor. Garment by garment I undressed her while sharing kisses until she
was naked in front of me.  My overwhelming impression was of softness. 
Anne was not overweight, but every part of her seemed to be wonderfully
smooth and soft and malleable, right up to her superb C‑cup breasts.

   We reversed the process, exchanging kisses, while I undressed, finally
releasing my straining cock.  "I think one of us is ready" said Anne. 
"What happens now?" "You're too nervous.  You need to relax.  I think I can
help with that." And I gently pushed Anne back on the bed.  We shared
another passionate kiss.  Anne tried to take my cock in her hand but I
pushed it away.  "Not now.  Just lie back and relax." I then explored her
from head to toe, seeking out her erogenous zones.  No reaction from the
ears or ear‑lobes but a gentle kiss to the side of her neck, where
the carotid artery nears the surface, elicited quiet moans of pleasure. 
Nothing from the feet, but just inside the ankles.  Not the navel but an
area on her soft rounded belly about 2 inches below it, just above her
bush. Her breasts were very sensitive and the moans got very loud as I
rolled one erect nipple between finger and thumb while sucking the other
one into my mouth.  The moans got noticeably louder as I kneaded her
breasts strongly, leaving pink streaks where my fingers had gripped them.
Then I switched my attention to Anne's pussy, initially rubbing her slit
with my fingers, then parting her lips and using my tongue.  Anne was
already wet and I recognised the familiar taste as I made little circles
round her swollen clit.  Anne was moaning heavily now and close to coming
so I sucked her clit between my lips and her whole body went rigid as she
came loudly, holding my head between her thighs.

   "That was wonderful, Brian.  Thank you." "You seem much more relaxed
now." It was true.  In the post‑orgasmic afterglow there wasn't a
tense muscle in her body.  "Do you want to go on?" "Yes!"

   I retrieved a condom and bottle of lube from my jacket.  My cock was
hard and the head moist with pre‑cum.  I rolled the condom down over
my cock, then coated it thoroughly with lube.  Then I turned my attention
back to Anne, who was lying there watching me with a post‑orgasmic
smile on her face.  "Get up on all fours so I can lubricate you." It came
out like an order but Anne happily obeyed.  I drizzled lube between her
buttocks, massaging it in particularly around her anus.  I pushed at her
sphincter with a lubricated finger and she relaxed to let me in.  I rubbed
more lube in and around the sphincter.  I laid back on the bed.  "Now it's
your turn to do some work" I said, jokingly.  "Come and kneel over my
stomach, facing me." When Anne has positioned herself, I continued "Now
lower yourself onto my cock." Anne lowered herself until she could feel my
cock against her buttocks.  She positioned the head against her sphincter
and, using her hands to prise her buttocks apart, relaxed her sphincter and
pushed downwards.  At first it seemed as though the head would be too big.
"I'm afraid of hurting you if I push too hard," she said.  "Don't worry,
it's not as if there's anything to break.  Be more worried about yourself
because anal tissue is quite weak and could rupture if we try to be too
vigorous or penetrate too far.  That's why I want you on top, so you're in
control.  Try to push out, as though you're having a shit." Anne gave a
mighty push down and just when it felt as though my cock might indeed
break, the sphincter gave way and the head of my cock slipped inside her.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.  "No.  I thought it might.  It feels strange but
not unpleasant." "Now lower yourself slowly until it starts to feel
uncomfortable." Little by little Anne lowered herself onto my cock,
stopping from time to time to accustom herself to my size.  I have a pretty
average cock, about 6 inches long.  When Anne had taken about 4 inches
inside her tight, fiery depths, she stopped.  "I feel very full, as though
I need to shit.  I don't think I can take any more of you."

   Just as people have different erogenous zones, mens' cocks have
different sensitive areas.  For some men the head is very sensitive, and
they have to be very careful about premature ejaculation.  For me, the base
is my sensitive area - I never seem to cum without something grasping the
base of my cock tightly.  With only 4 inches inside Anne, I wasn't going to
cum without additional stimulation.

   "Now move up and down on my cock, like normal fucking, but a lot
gentler. Do what feels good for you," I instructed.  Anne started to move
tentatively up and down on me.  "That feels rather pleasant.  I wasn't
expecting it to be this good," she admitted.  Anne's movements became more
pronounced and she started breathing heavily, whether from exertion or
arousal I wasn't sure.  On each down thrust my cock seemed to penetrate
just a tiny bit deeper into her hot, tight cavern.  I felt a drop of
moisture fall onto my belly and I realised that Anne was getting very
aroused.  Faster and faster she fucked me until her whole body tensed then
throbbed with orgasm, her rectum clenching and unclenching round my cock.

   I wasn't spent, so I reached up with both hands and massaged Anne's
lovely soft breasts, occasionally tweaking the nipples.  She started
moaning again, and raising and lowering herself on my cock.  Harder and
harder I kneaded them and she responded by fucking me harder and harder
until she came again, with her second orgasm.  By now my cock was only
about half an inch from being fully inside Anne, who was panting hard from
the exertion, her breasts streaked with red after the mauling I had just
given them.  I reached for her pussy and, parting her wetness, I sought out
her erect clit with my fingers.  I traced little circles round it with a
fingertip and Anne moaned again.  She started fucking me again and at last
I felt her buttocks and wetness pressing down on me as my cock penetrated
her to the hilt, her sphincter clasping round the base of my cock.  I felt
the warning tightness in my groin that I was going to cum soon so I flicked
Anne's clit with my finger and this time we came together, spurting my
semen into the rubber deep inside Anne while her rectum was pulsating
around my cock.

   Sweaty and exhausted, Anne collapsed on top of me, and my cock deflated
and slid out of her.  I hugged her tightly until she recovered.  "Wow. 
That even beats going to Disneyland when I was 6," she said, smiling at me.

   Reality dawned.  We were both hot and sweaty, stuck together at the
groin with Anne's juices, and there was a pungent odour in the room.  "We'd
better get cleaned up," I said.  Anne lifted herself off me.  "Ouch, my
breasts are sore." "Sorry.  You seemed to be enjoying it." "I was.  I'm
going to pay for it for a few days though.  And my bum's sore too.  And my
insides feel bruised, as though you were poking them with a baseball bat. I
don't think we'd better do that again for a day or two." "At least a
fortnight.  If we do it too often you could become incontinent." "That's a
date then," she said, smiling.  "Race you to the shower."

   We showered together, gently soaping, rinsing then towelling each
other's bodies, too spent to get aroused.  Then we returned to the bed,
this time to sleep.

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