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Little Doe
by Chrissy (Chrissyanne05@gmail.com)

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An adult/adult lesbian romance with erotica (not 
erotica with romance) ... it is a love story. (FF, rom)

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LITTLE DOE
BY Anne Wilde
A Lesbian Romance

This is a copyrighted work of fiction written by the 
author. It may not be reproduced and published 
elsewhere without her permission. 

Chapter 1

Anne Wilde felt pleased with herself as she sipped her 
coffee and surveyed the small group seated round the 
boardroom table. The meeting, called as a final 
opportunity for everyone present to confirm all was 
well for tomorrow's conference was drawing to a close 
and as she sat listening to the chit chat of the group 
she recalled the numerous meetings she herself had held 
over the last three days. Meetings with all the hotel 
department heads at which they had discussed everything 
from accommodation, meals, minor seminars, cocktail 
parties, even down to the timing and content of the 
basic "Coffee and Tea" breaks. 

Finally, with a lot of patience and determination, she 
had managed to create an acceptable programme and when 
at last she had presented it to Brian the hotel General 
Manager (even though he had still insisted on this 
final get together) he had paid her a warm and 
appreciative compliment for her achievement.

Leaning back in her chair and casually glancing round 
the table, she admitted to herself that the organising 
had not been too difficult. True it had been hard work 
initially but at the end of the day there had been few 
real problems and it was now just a matter of awaiting 
the arrival of the delegates. Most of them would be 
arriving tomorrow and then, she mused, well it's just a 
case of letting the conference proceed in its own sweet 
way. She glanced down at the folder on the table in 
front of her with its impressive blue and gold UN logo 
beneath which, written in heavy gold leaf lettering, 
was the caption 'United Nations Organisation for the 
Voluntary Protection of the Environment'. 

Turning her thoughts back to the conference that she 
had spent so much time preparing for, she became 
conscious of a distinct waning in her enthusiasm for 
it. Oh well she sighed silently... the hard work's all 
been done now... from now on my presence is purely 
academic... I've done my bit and with the help of the 
interpreter I don't really see any insurmountable 
problems arising... there is nothing left for me to do 
but wait and... 

'Oh my God, the interpreter!' she muttered to herself 
in sudden alarm and jerking forward in her chair, sat 
up straight. Her sudden movement had caused Helen the 
Hotel Head Receptionist to glance across at her with a 
look of curious surprise and Anne smiled meekly at her 
then looked down. Heart beating, she quickly skimmed 
through her delegate list and there, almost at the top 
among the VIP's, was the name she was looking for. Miss 
Faith G. Hollings - Linguist - arrival Tuesday am. 'My 
God she should have been here ages ago. She should be 
here, here now at this meeting' she muttered to 
herself...'Damn!' she again muttered under her breath. 
'How could I possibly not have noticed her absence. 
Without her we'll all be most certainly as Brian would 
call it, in deep Do Do's!'

She glanced over at Helen who was casually leafing 
through her papers. As soon as we finish here she 
thought, I must ask her to check up on her for me. She 
then recalled the special priority request she had been 
given by Brian when she arrived. He had asked her to 
"personally" look after the linguist throughout the 
conference. 'Stick close to her please Anne, without 
her we are really sunk. Try throughout the conference 
to be a sort of PA to her if you can...' 

Frowning Anne leant forward and highlighted the name 
with a marker pen and placed the sheet on the top of 
her papers. 'I'll bet she is a dreary old bat with no 
sense of humour who will bore the pants off me she 
thought and sighed dejectedly. Someone who just because 
they can speak foreign languages becomes a VIP huh... 
God I really do not fancy being shut in a cubicle at 
the beck and call of some weird woman talking gibberish 
into a microphone all day... to say nothing of...' 

Suddenly realising how her mind had wandered again she 
pulled her concentration back to the meeting and at the 
same time mentally reprimanded herself. 'I shouldn't 
make a pre-judgement on someone I've not even met. I'm 
not like that. I'm being unreasonable and I'm forming a 
negative view of her just because she's late. There 
could be a hundred and one valid reasons for that and 
anyway, she might turn out to be someone quite nice...'

Mike West, the Head of Security for the conference, was 
the last to speak at the meeting and he was now nearly 
finished. Anne remembering the times they had worked 
together before viewed him with warm affection, and she 
was grateful that he was here for this conference. A 
nice guy she reflected, a truly 'nice guy' and a real 
friend...and also she thought wryly, the only person in 
the hotel that knows I am lesbian... With a small grin 
she recalled her embarrassment when purely by accident 
he had found out about her sexual preferences. In a 
blind panic she had pleaded with him to not tell 
anyone, tearfully explaining how it would ruin her 
career if it ever became common knowledge. 

She recalled how gentle and understanding he had been. 
Telling her she was worrying unnecessarily and that 
being gay, or being a lesbian as she politely 
corrected, though disapproved of and unacceptable to 
many, was no longer a crime. '...and anyway,' he had 
joked with a broad smile. 'sod what others may think.' 
Still, she had begged him not to divulge her secret and 
chuckling with amusement he had reassured her. He had 
promised. 'If that was what you want then fine, your 
secret is safe' he had said, and added with genuine 
humour that he thought 'she was quite bonkers and was 
being totally paranoid about the whole thing.'

"...and that folks," Mike stated to cheerfully, "is 
about it!" and looking across to Helen and then Anne he 
said. "Here you go you two, photos of the VIP's I 
promised for ID purposes." He pushed a small envelope 
across to Helen and as he handed Anne a similar one 
their eyes met and he gave her a barely perceptible 
grin. 

"The information on the back of these photos is 
needless to say, strictly confidential," he went on 
aloud looking back to Helen, "and definitely not for 
publication. Please, both of you, I cannot stress the 
importance keeping these photos safe. Helen, I would be 
grateful if as soon as you can you would discreetly 
match them with the guests when they check in and then 
let me have them back with the relevant arrival slips. 
As I mentioned earlier, we need to check fingerprints 
and signatures..." 

Standing up, Brian briefly thanked all present for 
their presence and with a cheerful wish of "Good Luck 
to all" declared the meeting over. Everyone stood up 
and began to slowly leave the room except Anne, who 
remained seated. Now what she thought, was Mike's funny 
look for as casually, she opened the envelope and 
spread the contents out on the table in front of her. 
There were about a dozen photos and somewhat 
disinterestedly she glanced through them and was just 
about to scoop them back up and put them in her 
briefcase when the last one, a partly hidden head and 
shoulders colour snap of a woman, caught her eye. 
Separating it from the others she picked it up and as 
her eyes focused on the picture she caught her breath. 
A bright clear pair of grey green eyes stared back at 
her sending a tingling shiver that stirred the hairs on 
the back of her neck and slid smoothly down her spine 
to settle deep in the base of her tummy and groin. 'Oh 
my' she murmured to herself 'Oh my, oh my now you 
really are something else...'

She studied the picture closely and mentally took in 
and absorbed the features. 'Your mouth's a little wide' 
she thought critically 'and those lips, they're just a 
bit too full but, but they're sensual and somehow... is 
it your mouth or is it your eyes? There's the faintest 
suspicion of a cynical little smile there... and oh 
those eyes, could they really be that colour?... Well, 
you're not beautiful but, but you're definitely yummy!' 
and without realising it, as she turned the photo over 
to scan the back, she ran her tongue over her lips. 

On the back of the photo, surmounted by the familiar 
Foreign Office logo, was a brief personal resume across 
which in heavy red print was stamped the word 
"CONFIDENTIAL". Quickly she read the text.

IDENTITY DETAILS

Surname:        Hollings
Other Names:    Faith Georgina
Sex:            Female
Nationality:    British
Race:           CaucasianDate of Birth. 10. 02.1960
Status:         Single Hair Colour. Blonde
Colour of Eyes: Grey/GreenHeight 6 feet 1 inch
Weight:         185 lb.
Build:          Heavy
Profession:     LinguistMilitary Rank. CMRA Major
Security Clearance: 
                MOD Grade 4
Notable Identification marks:
                Thin knife wound scar on 
                left breast.
Other Information:
                Judo Black Belt [Dan 3].
Civilian Pilots Licence: 
                Class B.
Validated:      December 1995

'Well, I'll be damned,' she thought. 'So you are the 
studious little old bat I am supposed to be looking 
after are you. Let's see, 1960 - that makes you thirty-
six, five years older than me... but six foot one! Jeez 
that's tall. Even for a man that's taller than average 
and 185 lbs? Next to me you must be enormous! Lets 
see... six foot one to the short side of five foot one 
and I am 100 lbs, just... I guess that would put my 
face about level with your boobs!' She chuckled 
silently and turned the photo over again to study the 
picture. 'Well now, I think perhaps I might enjoy this 
conference after all...' she thought with small grin.

"I thought she might catch your attention. She's quite 
something eh!" Mike's quiet voice interrupted her 
speculations and he added softly "and hey, wipe your 
mouth. You're drooling!"

"Michael for heaven's sake shhh!" Anne gasped in a 
startled whisper, glancing nervously round the room. 
She felt her face warming with embarrassment and was 
thankful that no one was near enough to have heard 
them. After briefly glancing back at the photo she 
looked up and smiled at him. "Well I have to admit that 
if what I see and what I read is fact, then yes she 
really is quite something." and pushing her chair back 
she stood up and turned to face him. "I don't suppose 
you have met her have you Mike?" she asked 
nonchalantly, trying her best to sound only mildly 
interested.

Mike smiled. "Noooo, I haven't met her but I very much 
look forward to doing so." He pointed to the photo. "I 
have a better one than that of her in my office. A 
full- length one and I can tell you, don't be misled by 
the description on the back. It makes her out to be a 
bit of a jumbo but I can assure you she is nothing of 
the sort. She is big yes, but from what I have seen and 
heard she is absolutely stunning. A sort of a cross 
between a fashion model and a Royal Marine PT 
instructor! I confess I really am looking forward to 
meeting her." He laughed lightly and added. "Purely 
from a business point of view of course!"

"Well I won't bother with the full length photo just 
now Mike, I'll wait for the real thing!" Anne laughed. 
"But what's a C M R A Major for heaven's sake, that's a 
new one on me and what's all the Judo bit, a Dan 3?" 

"Oh that? Well CMRA is a rank sometimes given out by 
the Foreign Office or is it the MOD I can't recall. 
It's a Civilians Military Rank Allocation to be 
precise. It's given to a civilian if they, the Foreign 
Office or Ministry of Defence, feel it might help in 
certain situations. You know a sort of temporary rank 
to be used if and when required in a military 
occupational environment. Generally it is for dodgy 
overseas assignments. As for the Dan thingy? Well, I am 
not too well up on Judo but I do know that in Judo 
there are various stages of proficiency. You get a 
different coloured belt for whatever class you achieve. 
Ku's I think they are called. 

"If my memory serves me right you start with 6th Ku, 
which is a white belt. 5th I think is yellow, then 
Orange, Green, Blue, Brown and then the Black Belt. 
After that I think you go up in Dan's. To about seven 
or eight I think and you then get into a red and white 
belt category, a plain Red Belt it the top grade I 
think but I really am not too sure. The last few I do 
know are very rarely achieved. In fact achieving a 
Brown is quite something let alone the Black. She 
really must be quite lethal. 

"I gather she speaks God knows how many languages and 
has mingled with the highest of the high and I am 
talking US and Russian presidents high! She's very 
highly regarded and as you may have seen, she has a 
very high security clearance. There are few civilians 
who get a CMRA at all let alone one of Major, 
particularly a woman and someone as young as her, and I 
am not being sexist I am being honest. My personal view 
is that she must be connected somehow to intelligence, 
military intelligence, but that really is just my own 
view and not to be repeated. 

"Socially she is also a bit of a mystery. Very little 
is known about her private life and she's ex-directory 
and all that. It's rumoured that she is stinking rich 
and doesn't need to work at all. For all that though I 
hear she does treat her job very seriously." He grinned 
at her and whispered meaningfully. "I've been saving 
her for you!" and adding in a matter of fact tone he 
said. "I think Helen knows a bit about her. Check with 
her!" 

"Oh I am not really interested." Anne said lightly. She 
was lying and she knew it she retorted angrily when she 
saw Mike smile at her raising an eyebrow in query "It's 
just that she reminds me of someone that's all. I just 
can't quite place her!" 

"Bollocks, and I know exactly where I'd like to place 
her." Mike chuckled leering suggestively. 

"Oh God Mike, can't you just for once get your brains 
out of your pants you, you chauvinist pig!" she hissed 
and scowling menacingly playfully went to hit him.

"Now really children! and you Miss Wilde, such talk 
from a lady, and now violence too? Just behave the both 
of you!" The tall thin frame of Helen Welling had 
suddenly appeared at their side but she was smiling 
with amusement. "So what's this all about anyway?" she 
chuckled.

"We, we were looking at this and this animal was making 
crude suggestions as to what he would like to do her!" 
Anne replied trying to look and sound detached as she 
held up Faiths photo. 

"Ahh... the famous Faith Hollings! Yes, she is quite 
something isn't she." Helen grinned and looking at Mike 
added "I honestly would not suggest stepping out of 
line with that one Mike, in case you hadn't noticed she 
is bigger than you and just to boot, she's a judo black 
belt!" 

"Yes, Mike was just explaining the Judo bit to me." 
Anne quipped. "As he says, she sounds quite lethal. At 
least I'll sleep secure for the next couple of nights. 
I put her in the room next to mine." 

"Well that was lucky wasn't it!" Mike smiled at her 
knowingly and feeling the start of another flush of 
embarrassment forming Anne turned away and busied 
herself with her files. After a short pause however she 
looked round and seeing Mike was now out of earshot 
talking to Brian she spoke quietly to Helen.

"Do you know her then Helen? Faith I mean, Faith 
Hollings?" she asked.

"Well no, I don't know her personally. But I do know a 
bit about her. According to a friend of mine who has 
met her she is a remarkably attractive woman and is 
apparently also quite a character. She is believed to 
be one of the top, if not the top UN linguists around 
and is very dedicated to her job. I also heard though 
that she not only works very hard but she also plays 
very hard. She likes a drink now and then and can hold 
it. Rumour has it that one night she actually drank 
Yeltzin the Russian President under the table!" and 
with a laugh she added. "I am sorry to say though, I 
have no juicy gossip about her. She has managed to keep 
her private life pretty well private!"

"Hmmm, very interesting." Anne smiled. "Nobody seem to 
know very much about her. A right little mystery woman 
isn't she!" They both laughed and she quickly gathered 
all the photos up and put them into her briefcase and 
together, the two women headed for the door. 

"I have a parcel for our Major Hollings." Helen said as 
they left the room. "I have it in the safe in 
Reception. Should I give it to you?" 

"Sure, no problem." Anne replied and when they reached 
reception and entered Helens office Helen opened a safe 
and took out a thick brown envelope.

"There you go, it's all yours!" she said handing the 
package to Anne. 

"Thanks," Anne acknowledged. "So, who made her booking 
then? I am a little concerned since she should have 
arrived here ages ago. She's my only loose end at the 
moment and she is very late, should have been here this 
morning..." 

She looked down at the package that Helen had given her 
and turned it over. It was heavily sealed with brown 
packing tape and a label, stamped in bold red type read 
Strictly Confidential - Attention Addressee Only and it 
was addressed to Miss F G Hollings. c/o The Williamson 
Hotel. 'Well, at least you are a Miss' she thought 
noting that it had been delivered by special courier. 
She also saw Mike West's signature and security stamp 
confirming it had been X-rayed.

"Well yes, I think you are right." Helen replied. "Just 
hang on a moment and I'll get her reservation details 
out." and moving over to a metal filing cabinet on her 
desk she pulled out a folder. Flicking through it she 
produced a thin sheaf of papers which she studied 
briefly. "I seem to remember that it was a travel 
agency booking.... ah ha! Here we go. The Foreign 
Office originally made the booking and she is supposed 
to be flying in from Moscow today. It says "am" arrival 
so yes she is late. I have a flight number if you want 
to check it out."

"Please I had better find out where she has got to and 
when she will be arriving." Anne replied. "God I hope 
we don't have a major crisis already. The conference 
hasn't started yet!" and turning back to Helen she 
handed her the parcel. "This looks far too important 
not to be locked away Helen. You had better keep it in 
the safe till we know when she is due in, then with a 
chuckle she added. "It's all a bit cloak and dagger 
isn't it! Do you think she is a secret agent or 
something, you know, like a female 007 or something!"

"Oh really Anne for goodness sake, you do talk rubbish 
some times." Helen scoffed.

"Okay okay, I know." Anne grinned. "But she just might 
be, you never know!" They both laughed and turning away 
Anne added. "I gota go Helen, I'll catch you later." 
and leaving the reception office she walked across the 
wide lobby to the small office she had been given for 
the duration of her stay. 

Once inside, Anne swiftly took the photos out from her 
briefcase and placed them in a neat pile on her desk 
and seating herself at the desk she pressed the call 
button on her phone.

"Hi, would you get me International Arrivals at 
Heathrow please?" she asked quietly, and picking up the 
photo of Faith Hollings she gazed at it thoughtfully. 
"Well well well...You really are something aren't you 
Miss Faith Hollings!" and as she studied the picture 
she felt her pulse quickening again and once more, 
without thinking, she licked her lips. The phone rang 
and without taking her eyes off the photo, she picked 
up the receiver. 

Several minutes later there was a light tap on the door 
and Helen entered. Anne was still holding and looking 
at Faiths picture and feeling decidedly guilty, she 
quickly replaced it on the pile and looked up. Had 
Helen known what she was thinking at that instant she 
thought with amusement, she would have been horrified 
and probably disgusted! "Hi!" she smiled innocently. 
"What's new?"

"Well I just thought I would check if there was any joy 
with the Hollings woman?" Helen said. "and here, I 
brought you a coffee." She placed a mug on Anne's desk 
and went on. "She should have been here hours ago you 
know."

"I know, now. I just found out that her flights' 
running several hours late. Heathrow said they would 
call me as soon as she had arrived. Apparently they are 
expecting the flight at any moment and the Foreign 
Office have a chauffeured car standing by to bring her 
here." 

"Oh er, that's posh for you. She must be a VIP then." 
Helen joked. "I hope for your sake she isn't going to 
be a stuck up little Hooray Henry. Still, that's your 
problem isn't it, you're the one who has to look after 
her and work with her. Very closely in fact for the 
next forty-eight hours or so if you count tonight." 
Helens voice had an element of coldness to it and she 
looked at Anne sympathetically. "You had better watch 
out, she may be a big butch Lez and try to seduce you!"

I should be so lucky Anne thought wistfully and 
clearing her throat she said "Thanks but actually I 
don't think she will be a problem. She just doesn't 
look the type to look for trouble. It's usually short 
arsed little buggers like me that cause problems and 
for the record, I don't think a six foot plus 185 lb. 
"Butch Les" as you call her would be interested in a 
titch like me. Mike incidentally seems to think she 
brill!"

"I'm five eleven but unfortunately I'm nowhere near 185 
lb.!" Helen said. "Actually 185 is not that heavy for 
someone her height, it sounds a lot but it is not if 
it's well dispersed!" She walked to the door then 
turned to face Anne. "and perhaps I should remind you 
Anne, Mike thinks any female is brill as you call it so 
I wouldn't bank on that being the case with our Miss 
Hollings!"

"True, very true but all will be revealed!" Anne 
grinned and as she spoke the phone rang and quickly 
answering it she held up her hand to Helen. After a 
brief pause, with a polite "Thank you, thank you for 
calling us" she put the phone down and looked back up 
to Helen. "That was Heathrow. She is on her way. Should 
be here in less than an hour. The flight was delayed... 
by four hours to be precise."

"Poor little thing must be shattered. Probably been 
travelling for days!" Helens voice had warmed 
noticeably and she went on. "If you are going to meet 
her then I will get her room card ready. You can stop 
by reception and collect it for her and I'll also 
register her for you when she arrives, it'll save 
time."

Anne chuckled aloud. "Oh you're sooo sweet Helen, and I 
thought you were such a hard bitch! What happened to 
the potential pain in the arse by the way, the Hooray 
Henry? The Big Butch Les?... Oh and by the way Helen 
dear, for the record, she a is a woman of thirty six 
who is over six feet tall and weighs in at 185 pounds. 
She is also alleged to be stinking rich and just for 
kicks is a judo black belt and flies bloody aeroplanes! 
By any stretch of the imagination, our "Major" Faith 
Hollings is definitely not a poor little thing!"

They both laughed and Helen grinned. "Okay but you know 
what I mean! Let's give her the benefit of the doubt 
shall we, just for now?" and with a casual wave she 
left the office closing the door behind her. 

Anne looked again at the photo. So Miss Hollings, are 
you a big butch lesbian about to seduce me? What ever 
you are the more I see and hear about you the more and 
more interested I get. My God we haven't even met and 
you've already got my libido doing overtime... With a 
smile she looked at her watch and replacing the photo 
carefully on the pile she locked them in her desk 
drawer and stood up. Critically she glanced at herself 
in the mirror and brushing the creases from her skirt 
she straightened her blouse and pushed her thick black 
hair back over her shoulders. Turning from the mirror 
she crossed the room and locking the door behind her 
left her office.

"Just going to pop up to my room to freshen up a bit 
but you can bleep me if you need me." she called to 
Helen as she passed Reception. "I'll only be a few 
minutes or so." Helen waved acknowledgement and she 
hurried up the stairs to her room. In her suite, after 
closing the door behind her, she quickly removed her 
skirt and blouse and after a quick wash seated herself 
at the dressing table. She felt excited. Physically and 
mentally excited at the prospect of Faith's arrival and 
picking up her hair brush, as she began vigorously 
brushing her long dark hair, she was tense with 
anticipation. 

Finally, after some meticulous application of her 
makeup, she stood up. Crossing over to a wardrobe she 
removed a clean white cotton shirt and a short cream 
skirt and after slipping them on, pirouetted before the 
mirror, examining her reflection. Appreciatively, she 
noted the snug fit of the skirt and blouse and 
smoothing and straightening them silently admitted that 
for a shortie, figure wise she didn't look 'half bad' 
and with a final adjusting touch to her hair, she stood 
back. 

"That's the best I can manage for you now Miss 
Hollings." She murmured aloud and as she stepped into a 
pair of white high heels murmured quietly. "I hope you 
are ready for some very, very personal attention when 
you get here Faith Hollings, because you're about to 
get a king size portion!" and with a final glance at 
the mirror she walked to the door but, as she went to 
open it, she glanced briefly at the other door in the 
corner of the lounge. 

It was the adjoining door to Room 111. The room she had 
allocated to Faith Hollings. "Well," she muttered 
quietly crossing over to it and she turned the key to 
unlocked it. "Let's not have any barriers between us 
shall we, we don't want to give the wrong 
impression..." She glanced at her watch. "...about half 
an hour to go I guess and she'll be here... Let's just 
hope Helen's wrong about the butch bit." and with a 
chuckle she left her suite, closed the door behind her 
and made her way down to the foyer. 


Chapter 2

Wearily Faith Hollings entered the arrivals concourse 
at Heathrow Airport and after commandeering a stray 
luggage trolley she retrieved her two cases from the 
carousel and headed for Customs. Like most trolleys the 
one she had found had a mind of it's own and making her 
way somewhat erratically into the customs area she 
watched with mild concern a customs officer observing 
her inelegant progress. As she moved up the isle in the 
direction of the exit the expression on the officers 
face was one of amusement with a heavy overtone of 
lechery, and for a moment she was annoyed. Randy bugger 
she muttered to herself but realising he was showing 
more interest in her and in what he envisioned lay 
within the confines of her clothes rather than in her 
luggage she was almost thankful. 

With a tight condescending smile she wrestled the manic 
trolley past him and though still very much aware of 
his continued observation of her backside was too 
fatigued to be bothered with a retaliatory or 
reprimanding glance. Dream on sunshine she muttered 
under her breath, it's the wrong time wrong place and 
for you amigo, for what you are after you are the wrong 
gender as well... But as she rounded the corner and 
disappeared from his vision into the main terminal she 
gave a quiet sigh of relief and pushing the deranged 
trolley across the crowded terminal hall, battled her 
way through the throng of people to finally reached the 
airline desk. 

"I am Faith Hollings." she politely informed a ground 
receptionist seated behind the counter. "I have just 
come in on your Moscow flight? Hopefully you have some 
messages for me?"

The receptionist looked up and on seeing Faith stood up 
immediately and replied with gushing enthusiasm. "Oh 
Miss Hollings, oh yes I do!" Faith noted the woman's 
quick but undisguised visual body check and resulting 
look of approval and as Faith gave her a guarded but 
friendly smile she went on. "I do have a message for 
you Miss Hollings but on behalf of the Company may I 
first apologise for the delay on your flight? I believe 
it was explained to you in Moscow that the delay was 
for reasons beyond our control... a corny phrase I know 
but it really was out of our hands. This business with 
the Chinese President dying, I am afraid everyone's air 
traffic schedules from the East and Far East have been 
very badly disrupted over the last twenty-four hours. 
All the same though, we sincerely apologise for any 
inconvenience you have incurred." She smiled broadly at 
Faith who again noticed her eyes drop to gaze quickly 
and approvingly, if not lovingly over her figure.

Though appreciating the homage, Faith returned the 
smile but without giving encouragement. "Please don't 
worry about it. Though I have to admit I could have 
done without the delay. I am just a little bit weary." 
For a moment they stood looking at each other until 
Faith finally, with some amusement, broke the silence 
and said politely. "The message? You said you had a 
message for me, may I have it please?"

"Oh the message. Yes but of course Miss Hollings!" The 
woman's face coloured as she quickly looked down to her 
desk and retrieved an envelope which Faith saw had her 
name on it. "A suite has been reserved for you Miss 
Hollings at the Williamson Hotel. For three nights and 
transport has also been arranged for you. The journey 
from here to the hotel takes about three quarters of an 
hour to an hour... depending on the traffic of course! 
Are you ready to leave now?"

Faith nodded and handing the envelope to a uniformed 
chauffeur who had suddenly appeared at her side the 
receptionist went on. "Please go with Peter Miss 
Hollings, he is your chauffeur and will take care of 
you and your luggage." and with what Faith thought was 
far more enthusiasm than would normally have been 
expected by the airline, she added the obligatory "... 
I wish you a pleasant journey and thank you for flying 
with us. I do hope you will fly with us again!" Faith 
gave her a friendly polite farewell smile and then 
turned to the chauffeur who picked up the two cases and 
together they walked towards the main terminal exit. 

When they reached the doors he turned to her. "Please 
wait here Ma'am whilst I bring the car. I will be just 
a moment." Faith nodded and watched him depart with her 
luggage. The instant that the doors swished open then 
closed behind him a chill gust of damp air had swirled 
through the gap to remind her that summer in the UK was 
long gone.... Better than St. Petersburg and Moscow 
though she thought as hurriedly she slipped her jacket 
on and moments later when Peter pulled up in a shining 
black XJ, she walked to it quickly, hugging herself 
tightly to keep out the cold. Thanking a porter who had 
rushed to open the door for her she ducked inside and 
settled comfortably back into her seat.

"It should take us about an hour ma'am," Peter said 
politely "just you relax and enjoy the drive."

The car pulled smoothly away and soon they were quickly 
slotted into the motorway traffic heading for London. 
Faith stretched her legs out and rested her head back 
on the headrest. Generally speaking she decided, these 
last couple of days have not been ones I want to 
remember. In fact, they have been a shambles! She 
recalled arriving at a freezing Sheremetyevo airport in 
Moscow at four am that morning. 

The delayed flight from St. Petersburg causing her to 
miss the connection flight to London and then finding 
that the next flight to London hadn't even arrived and 
that she would have a four hour wait. That I could have 
done without she thought glancing at her watch. I've 
been travelling now for over eighteen hours... and I 
worked for nine hours before that... Realising she was 
tired and appreciating the warmth and silent comfort of 
the car she closed her eyes. It's nice at last not to 
having to talk she told herself, and it's even nicer 
not having to think!

But she did think. She was back in England and brief 
fleeting and painful recollections shadowed across her 
mind reminding her that all her hard work over the last 
couple of months sadly, had been a self-inflicted 
burden. A burden she had taken on in an effort to blot 
out the grief of Sally walking out on her. She recalled 
the desolation and despair she had experienced as the 
memories of arriving home exactly three months ago to 
the day returned. How she had been greeted not with the 
love and affection she'd expected but instead a neat 
cryptic note from her now ex-lover. After five years 
she had "met someone else" and left. Left without a 
trace.

She remembered shutting herself away in what had been 
'their room' for two whole days and nights lost in 
grief... and then I hit the bottle... God how ill I 
felt afterwards, it was weeks before I could face a 
drink again and even now the thought of Scotch makes me 
gag! I was so lucky Annette and Sylvie had been there 
to watch over me. Eventually, with unbelievable 
patience they had coaxed me back to reality. They were 
so understanding... flat mates but true friends as 
well... true friends are hard to find but I have 
definitely got a couple there. I owe them both... and 
since then? Well I've combated the loneliness and 
sadness with hard work. Driving my self to the limit 
has kept my mind occupied and basically the exercise 
has been successful. I have recovered as they said I 
would. A little hardened and even a little bitter 
perhaps but time does heal... but it also leaves its 
scars... 

"Hotel Williamson Ma'am!" Suddenly aware of a voice she 
blinked her eyes open. The car had stopped outside the 
hotel and Peter was getting out. He opened her door and 
said. "The porter will look after your luggage Ma'am, 
enjoy your stay here." 

Quickly she retrieved a ten pound note from her purse 
and getting out of the car handed it to him with a 
smiling "Thank you". Seeing a porter collecting her 
cases she acknowledged Peters polite touch of his cap 
and seeking the sanctuary of the hotel, passed swiftly 
through the revolving doors in to the welcoming warmth 
of a modern spacious hotel lobby. Now this is more like 
it she thought. Civilisation again. She paused, briefly 
taking in the comfortable surroundings, then locating 
the check-in desk began to walk across the wide hall, 
closely followed by the luggage-bearing porter.

* * *

Sitting patiently at a courtesy desk in the foyer 
awaiting her arrival Anne had seen the car pull up. Her 
heart beat quickened as she briefly glimpsed the tall 
blonde figure exit the car and she waited with bated 
breath for her to enter the hall. When she did, her 
heart literally tripped over it's self. Oh My God she 
gasped silently, she really is impressive... and 
getting up from her chair she walked round the desk and 
watched as Faith paused for a moment then purposefully 
moved across the hall towards reception. Move is the 
right word for it she thought. She doesn't walk she, 
she glides...

As she studied her more closely the pleasurable little 
shiver she had experienced when she first saw her photo 
returned and the next emotion that swathed through her 
was one of an overpowering, very basic, sexual arousal. 
She felt her sex suddenly warm and tighten, her nipples 
hardened and suddenly her mouth was very dry. She 
licked her lips and fazed for a moment, almost dizzy, 
she leant back against the corner of the desk to steady 
herself. Oh my she whispered again under her breath, 
but you really are something else. You are everything I 
expected and more... but you are gorgeous...!

With a deep sigh she pushed herself away from the desk 
and somehow managed to start walking towards her. 
Mesmerised, she watched as Faith casually removed her 
jacket to reveal smooth sun-tanned arms. They looked 
strong but not muscular and Anne again licked her lips 
and her eyes were drawn to the full gentle swell of 
Faiths breasts. She sighed again and swallowed as her 
mind quickly digested the details of Faiths stature and 
general appearance. She's taller and she's bigger than 
I imagined. The photo brief had said "Build - Heavy" 
but that's a tad unfair... her figure is magnificent, 
big but it's so perfectly proportioned...! 

"Miss Hollings, Miss Faith Hollings?" She heard herself 
call and determined to appear efficient she steeled 
herself for their meeting. When Faith turned and their 
eyes met. Immediately her heart thudded, tripped a beat 
and she faltered. Thankfully her legs that had suddenly 
threatened to give way didn't, and though feeling 
unsteady, she battled on and reaching Faith held out 
her hand. "Miss Hollings. I am Anne Wilde the 
Conference Co-ordinator. Welcome to the Williamson 
Hotel."

Hearing her name called Faith had stopped and turned. 
She saw Anne approaching her and watched her with 
immediate interest. She is obviously confident that I 
am who she thinks I am she thought quickly taking in 
the neat trim figure and wavy dark shoulder length hair 
and smiling face. My but you are a cute little bundle 
aren't you she mused, and returning the smile took the 
offered hand. "Yes, I am Faith Hollings." she said 
quietly.

For a second Anne was speechless as her body took 
another battering of emotional turmoil. Faiths eyes 
were the clear grey green she had seen in the photo and 
her voice was soft, low and in her view, unbelievably 
sensuous. Suddenly conscious of the light cool pressure 
of Faiths hand she gazed down stared at the long slim 
fingers that held her. They're beautiful she thought 
and realising she had been holding on to them far too 
long she quickly released them and looking back up at 
Faith said. "I am here to look after you Miss Hollings, 
I gather you have had a bit of a rotten day so far!"

"Well thank you Miss Wilde." Faith answered smiling 
down at her. "Actually yes, it has been a bit of a 
rough couple of days! How did you know who I was?"

"Oh that was quite easy really Miss Hollings. I knew 
what time your flight came in from Moscow even though 
it was late and I also recognised you from the photo in 
our security file." With a quiet laugh she added. "I 
also have friends at the airport. They tipped me off by 
ringing me to say you were on your way!"

They were standing very close to each other and Faith, 
aware of the slight fragrance of Anne's body, found 
herself deliberately inhaling. Oh dear me she thought 
wryly when she realised what she had done. Now I 
haven't done that for a while. She looked down at Anne 
and smiled. "Well, I am impressed and I'm flattered 
Miss Wilde and I really don't think I warrant such 
attention!"

 Anne chuckled. "If you would be kind enough to come 
with me I have a couple of bits and pieces for you and 
I disagree! Contrary to what you say, the Hotel 
Williamson has never had such a prestigious conference 
as this one and without you being here it would be a 
complete non-starter!" 

"You're very kind but I assure you there are dozens of 
other interpreters who could do the job just as ably as 
I," Faith replied. "but I do thank you for the 
complement!" Anne indicated a nearby courtesy desk and 
as they moved towards it Faith felt a light pressure on 
the small of her back and realised it was Anne's hand 
lightly guiding her. Oh yes, she thought. You can dish 
out this sort of looking after treatment as much as you 
like little one, it's just what I need right now. 
Deliberately she let her body drift over to brush 
Anne's side and though the contact was barely more than 
a gentle nudge she enjoyed the contact and realised, 
with a touch of amusement, that very subtly she was 
flirting with her. 

Anne was now totally smitten and captivated by Faith. 
The warm smile, the soft low voice and the unwavering 
gaze... That in it's self is enough to turn me on she 
thought but the warmth and firmness beneath my hand on 
her back... Wow! God but she is just something else... 
Then it happened. She felt the gentle contact of Faiths 
hip and thigh on her side and she caught her breath as 
the wave of blatant sexual awareness and yearning 
surged through her. Thankfully they had reached the 
desk but as she quickly went to walk round it to sit 
down she inadvertently bumped into Faith, and to her 
dismay, she felt her breast briefly but very firmly 
press into Faiths arm. 

"Oh I - I am sorry!" she stammered pulling away. She 
could feel her face turning crimson and hurriedly sat 
down behind the desk and avoiding eye contact with 
Faith, she fumbled with her keys to open the drawer. 
She swallowed and cleared her throat. "Tell me Miss 
Hollings. How many languages do you speak?" As soon as 
she asked the question she regretted it. If that isn't 
the stupidest bloody question of the year I don't know 
what is she sighed silently. She's a multi-linguist for 
Gods sake... Oh God I'm lost... I need time, time to 
pull myself together... 

Faith had felt the soft and distinctly feminine touch 
on her bare arm. She had immediately registered the 
tender yet firm roundness of Anne's small breast 
through her thin cotton blouse and the smaller hard 
little imprint of what she knew could only be the point 
of a decidedly firm little nipple. It had been 
unmistakable and her own body had instantly reacted, 
and powerfully. Her own nipples at once had hardened 
and smooth tingling engulfed her sex. Somewhat taken 
aback by the force of her physical reactions, she 
looked down at Anne who had seated herself and after 
nonchalantly pushing her hair back over her shoulders, 
was now unlocking a drawer in the desk as though 
nothing had happened. 

"Oh, about eight or ten I guess." she replied. 
"Fluently that is, but I can get through on a couple of 
others." Come on Hollings she muttered to herself, get 
your act together for heavens sake. Your getting 
carried away here...

Anne once more cleared her throat. "I have you booked 
into a suite on the first floor Miss Hollings. It's not 
non-smoking as I didn't know if you did. Smoke I mean. 
I hope that is all right. I can change it if you wish?" 
She forced herself to look up at Faith but meeting 
again the unwavering stare had to look away again. God 
but you are devastating, your overpowering me and I'm 
not used to being overpowered... in my little world I 
do the overpowering... Nervously she moved the 
brochures round on the desk, stacking them into neat 
little piles, fighting for time to collect herself.

"That will be fine." Faith replied quietly. "I don't 
smoke but that will be fine and please, if we are going 
to be working together and I hope be friends, can we 
drop the formality? I would prefer you called me by my 
first name." She realised she was repeating herself and 
cursed under her breath and little alarm bells rang at 
the back of her mind. Accidental or not she mused, and 
I think that last touch was, any physical contact with 
you little one is going to cause me serious problems. 
This is no ordinary encounter and you are no ordinary 
woman. If your lesbian, if you make a play for me, I 
know I will be unable to or want to resist... She shook 
her head. I'm too weak right now, too vulnerable. I 
must keep my distance... and returning Anne's smile, 
she ruefully stroked her arm.

"Thank you Faith and please, please call me Anne. I 
hope and I'm sure we will be very good friends." Having 
at last retrieved the right key unlocked the desk 
drawer and produced "the package" she went on. "This is 
for you, it arrived yesterday. It looks sort of 
important." She handed her the parcel and as she meekly 
sat in front of her she felt her pulse throbbing 
noisily in her temples and felt drained and unsure of 
herself. This is bloody stupid... for goodness sake 
pull yourself together Wilde, you can handle this...

"Ahhh thanks." Faith replied. "I was a little worried 
that this might not have arrived. Actually it's the 
written text of the opening speeches for tomorrow. I'll 
be giving an on the spot translation of course but they 
insist on a written copy of the actual speeches. They 
being the Russian delegation that is. I will have to 
type the translations for them... do you happen to know 
if my typewriter's been delivered? It is a sort of, 
well it's a very special type of word processor!"

"It came yesterday and I had it put in your room." Anne 
smiled.

"Great, and thank you. I'll do these later after I have 
unpacked. Perhaps I can get some photocopies done?"

"Sure, of course." Anne answered enthusiastically. 
"Just give me a buzz when you're ready. How long will 
the typing take you?" Faith was holding the package in 
both hands, turning it over as she examined it and Anne 
watched, again mesmerised. Those hands, those fingers, 
they are so long and so sensual...

"Oh an hour or so I guess." Faith replied. "Not too 
long hopefully with Sam's help. She's a bit like a 
conveyer belt, you shove all the Russian in one end, 
she looks at it, and then shoves the English version 
out at the other and vice versa. It's cheating really 
but I do have to check her grammar. She isn't very hot 
on that!"

She had laughed lightly and Anne gazed at her in silent 
adoration. God but you're gorgeous when you laugh. I 
must make you laugh more often Faith Hollings... then 
pulling herself together she asked with a grin. "You, 
you call your typewriter Sam?"

"But of course!" Faith chuckled. "She has to have a 
name. I believe it's the Buddhist monks who consider 
everything, even machines have an awareness, a soul of 
some sort so, I gave my processor a name just in case. 
Samantha actually!"

"Well, I didn't know about the monks but I call my PC 
Sophie so I guess after all I'm not so daft as some 
think!" Anne smiled. "Anyway, I have a message for you 
from a Mr Howard? He called to say he would not be 
arriving tonight. He says he will see you before the 
conference tomorrow morning."

"Oh yes that's Mark," Faith replied. "he's sort of my 
boss."

"Oh, I see. Well here is the room card for your Room, 
Room 111 and you do not need to register as Helen, our 
head of Reception who you will meet later, has already 
done it for you. As I said before Faith, please call on 
me if you need anything at all. We are here to help." 
She handed Faith the small perspex room card and as 
Faith took it from her, their fingers fleetingly 
touched. The brief contact sent a little shiver of 
awareness swathing up her arm and she stared for a 
moment at the long fingers then looking up she met 
Faiths steady unwavering gaze. 

Her close proximity was beautifully overpowering and 
her insides churned as her awareness of Faiths 
intoxicating sexuality enveloped her. God but I want 
you Faith Hollings she silently murmured. You're 
unbelievable, I'll never be able to keep my hands off 
you if we are going to be together for two whole 
days... your just too much...

Pulling her eyes away and taking a deep breath she went 
on. "Your room card is also your door key. Although for 
you all services are complimentary in the hotel should 
you use any of the hotel services the hotel does ask 
that you show the card if requested to do so. If you 
have any problems whatsoever Faith, please call me. I 
have a bleeper so just dial 977 on the nearest phone, 
tap in the extension number you are on and replace the 
receiver. I will be in touch immediately. 

"We are neighbours by the way, I'm in Room 110 and Oh, 
I almost forgot. Although many of the delegates arrive 
tomorrow an informal buffet reception has been arranged 
for eight-thirty this evening. There should be at least 
a couple of dozen delegates there plus members of the 
hotel management and senior staff. I do hope you will 
attend!" She looked at Faith questioningly, raising an 
eyebrow. At least I sound efficient she thought having 
struggled to sound natural. Let's hope I look 
efficient... but she is so impressive, so cool, so 
tempting... 

"I will look forward to it Anne and I'll call you when 
I have finished this lot," Faith said holding up the 
papers. "though I think that perhaps I'll shower and 
maybe just get my head down for a couple of hours. I am 
a bit weary. I had a very early start this morning, in 
fact thinking about it it was yesterday when I actually 
started travelling!"

"Of course Faith, if I haven't heard from you by about 
seven thirty I'll give you a call," then with a sudden 
pang of guilt Anne added "unless of course you are too 
tired and would rather perhaps give tonight a miss. I 
will quite understand!" Holding her breath she waited 
for Faiths reply. Don't you dare she prayed, don't you 
dare say you won't come, if you do I'll scream...

"Oh no, not at all, it will do me good. I look forward 
to it." Faith answered and with a broad smile said. 
"Providing of course that you will be there to look 
after me. I am a stranger here you know!" A twinge of 
nervous but pleasurable raw adrenaline slid through her 
chest as she realised she was again mildly flirting 
with her and she looked down into the clear blue eyes 
with a sudden renewed interest. You young lady... I 
think you and I should... Mentally she shook herself. 
Oh for heaven's sake she murmured silently, behave 
yourself...

Anne was for a moment lost for words then finding her 
voice she gasped. "But of course I will Faith!" and 
regaining her composure she said. "I know you must be 
weary after your journey so I will let you go now. I'll 
tell reception that you are not to be disturbed." and 
thinking for a moment she said "I'm afraid you've 
missed the restaurant for lunch but you can order 
anything you like from room service... may I order you 
something?"

"Thanks but I'm fine, I ate on the flight over and I 
have been offered so many meals in the last couple 
days, dinners, breakfasts and lunches at the airports 
and on the aircraft. I couldn't face food right now 
thanks but one thing I would like to do, may I put my 
passport and some money in the hotel safe?"

"Of course, I will take you to reception. Unless you 
would like me to do it for you." Anne offered. "I can 
give you the receipt later this evening before we come 
down."

"That would be kind. Thank you." Faith replied and she 
quickly opened her hand bag and took out her passport 
and a small envelope. Anne again watched Faiths hands 
as she manipulated the envelope and passport and her 
heart began thumping again. I have never seen such 
beautiful hands... such long, such sensual fingers... 
She watched her take a couple of notes from the 
envelope then as Faith lifted it to her lips she stared 
transfixed. The pink tip of Faiths tongue slid slowly 
along the flap and looking up she saw Faiths eyes were 
smiling at her as quickly sealing the envelope, she 
handed it and the passport to her. "Thank you." she 
said quietly. "I am very grateful."

"My pleasure." Anne managed. "I'll, I will sort this 
out and, well I look forward to seeing you later then." 
Looking past her she signalled to a porter and when he 
arrived she said. "Please take Miss Hollings to Room 
110 Paul." Immediately realising her mistake she put 
her hand over her mouth and stared at Faith totally 
appalled. "Oh no, 110's my room!" Covered in confusion 
she looked back to the porter and quickly corrected 
herself. "111 Paul, take Miss Hollings to Room 111!"

Faith watched as the surge of colour rose up Anne's 
neck to swiftly flush her cheeks. How divine she 
thought, how absolutely divine but really little one 
you needn't be embarrassed. I would be delighted to 
share your room with you, and your bed for that matter! 
Raising an eyebrow in mock surprise she grinned at her. 
"Thought there for a moment I'd be seeing you sooner 
than I expected!" she teased and before Anne could 
reply she turned away and followed the porter to the 
lifts on the other side of the foyer. 

Looking back when they were inside she saw Anne 
casually leaning against the desk watching her. She was 
smiling and returning her wave she smiled back and 
purposely held their eye contact until the lift doors 
had swished shut cutting off their vision. Well well 
she mused. I wonder if you would look at me like that 
if you knew my thoughts right now... She chuckled 
silently, thinking of Anne's slip in asking the porter 
to put her in her room. What an appealing and 
delightful suggestion she thought with a smile, you my 
little one can come and tuck me up anytime... right now 
I could do with a bit of personal attention and 
affection.


Chapter 3 

Resting back against the desk Anne watched Faiths 
retreating figure with a mixture of admiration and 
lustful desire. She was perplexed, embarrassed and yet 
strangely elated. Faiths graceful walk and the gentle 
swing of her hips, so clearly defined by the snug fit 
of her trousers she found intoxicating and unashamedly 
she ogled the light undulating play of her buttocks. 
Some people have legs that just go up and blend gently 
and unobtrusively into their bums she thought with a 
grin, and some people have legs that go up to create a 
butt that's so sensational that... well you Faith 
Hollings are one of those chosen few and I don't care 
how big you are, you are one very sexy lady...

She watched her enter the lift then turn and face her. 
A tall, elegant, perfectly composed and to all outward 
appearances, truly impressive and attractive woman Anne 
thought. But to me you are the epitome of total desire 
and sexuality and unabashed by the highly salacious 
thoughts that careered through her mind, she smiled and 
gave her a polite wave. At that moment she suddenly 
became aware that across the lobby, Faiths eyes had 
somehow homed in and were now locked with hers. 

The bewitching gaze held her and helpless to stop it 
she felt a the wave of yearning desire sweep through 
her again. Her insides shuddered and when the lift 
doors slid shut to cut off their eye contact she 
remained still, staring at them entranced. What is it 
with her she groaned inwardly... she aroused me, she 
turned me on just by looking at me across a crowded 
room...

Grateful that she had been too far away to see her 
confusion she quickly recovered her composure and 
stepped away from the desk. Roll on seven thirty she 
sighed turning to go back to her office and she all but 
collided into the ample figure of Amanda Willis the 
hotel housekeeper, who unknown to Anne had just arrived 
in time to see Faiths departure and was standing close 
behind her.

"Do I see a little touch of envy there Miss Wilde?" 
Amanda grinned, nodding innocently in the direction of 
the now closed lift doors. "So tell me Anne, was that a 
bird, was it a plane? No! That was Superwoman! Jeeez I 
didn't know they made women like that. I heard she was 
kind of special but Wowee! She should be in the movies! 
Have you ever had that feeling that you might as well 
give up trying to look female?" she chuckled then added 
quickly "No offence meant by the way!"

"None taken Amanda and I know exactly what you mean." 
Anne laughed. "But at least you have a body that's 
comparable. Me? she made me feel like a stick insect!"

"Rubbish! I am afraid she leaves us both well and truly 
in the wings Anne. She really is quite something isn't 
she." Amanda chuckled.

Having now regained her composure Anne grinned at her 
and with an audible sigh said. "Yeah, as you so rightly 
say Amanda, quite something." They both laughed and 
Anne with a parting smile, headed for Reception. 

After depositing Faiths documents and collecting the 
receipt she walked thoughtfully to her office. She was 
very much aware that Faith Hollings had successfully 
inflicted a very pleasant, but a very severe, shock to 
her whole system. Entering her office she closed the 
door behind her and with a groan of relief sat down at 
her desk and dejectedly sat back and reflected on the 
way things had gone since Faiths arrival. I had wanted 
so much to impress her she said half aloud. But, but oh 
God it - it could not have gone more horribly horribly 
wrong... I was a bumbling idiot. 

She closed her eyes as she recalled bumping into Faith 
at the courtesy desk and how her breast had brushed 
against her arm. Brushed? Stabbed more like it she 
thought cupping the offending breast in her hand. She 
felt the hardness of her nipple pressing into her palm 
and she knew Faith could not have failed to have felt 
it too and she recalled how she had blushed with 
embarrassment... and when with out thinking I circled 
her waist, touching her lightly to guide her to the 
courtesy desk, I have never felt such a sensation. Such 
an awareness of physical power and... and such 
overwhelming powerful and feminine sexuality... and the 
more she thought about the encounter, the more she 
became amazed at the strength of her physical response.

Sighing, as dismally she relived the final total 
embarrassment, she leant forward and putting her elbows 
on the desk, held her face in her hands. Imagine, 
imagine me telling the porter to put her into my room! 
Jesus what must she be thinking of me... Oh God how 
stupid of me... wishful thinking on my part perhaps and 
what a lovely thought but, but what a stupid stupid 
blunder! and then what did do? I just stood there 
blushing like a little school girl and it showed, I 
know it must have showed. 

My face was on fire, I could feel it burning! Where in 
hell was the forceful, dominating 'no shit I am in 
charge' Anne Wilde when I needed her. From the very 
moment she walked in to the hotel I've been a walking 
disaster. I've behaved like a gooey, silly little 
school girl with a crush on the head prefect... and I 
guess, with the difference in our size, stood next to 
her I probably looked like a little schoolgirl... and 
all this with a woman who I have to work with for the 
next two days.

She sighed again. Her body felt remote and disconnected 
and swallowing awkwardly she ran her fingers through 
her hair, pushing it back over her shoulders. The 
unsolicited action she knew was a nervous response that 
occurred only very rarely and only when she was greatly 
disturbed and uncertain of herself. "I am used to being 
in control!" she muttered quietly clenching her fists 
in frustration. She closed her eyes and in her mind she 
saw Faith standing in front of her smiling her gentle 
wide smile, her eyes gazing at her, almost teasing... 
then she saw her swaying hips, scantily wreathed in 
delicate soft feminine lingerie... her heart began to 
thump and she nibbled her lower lip and sighed. God but 
I want that woman. She is the most gorgeous, sexiest 
woman I have ever...

"Hi shorty!" Startled, Anne blinked her eyes open and 
saw Helen entering the office. "Here you go," she said 
cheerfully, placing a mug of coffee on Anne's desk. 
"Thought you might need reviving! So how about our lady 
VIP then?" and before Anne could answer she went on. "I 
saw her from afar and like Wooow!" She rolled her eyes 
expressively and looked up at the ceiling. "Quite some 
looker huh! Big but oh boy what a looker! Amanda 
reckons women like that should not be allowed out in 
public places and she says she's going to lock Mike up 
for the next couple of days!"

"I take her point, and thanks." Anne chuckled picking 
up the mug and taking a sip of the coffee. "Actually 
though, I thought she was very nice. I liked her. Apart 
from the fact that I stood next to her I felt like a 
stick insect! That is one heck of a lot of female, 
Helen and what's really alarming is that everything is 
in the right place and in the right proportion. And do 
you know what is even more maddening?" She looked up at 
Helen and grinned. "Just to top it all off she's 
intelligent! Reckons she speaks about a dozen 
languages. I wouldn't have minded if she had just been 
a bimbo but no, she has brains damn it!" She giggled 
and looked away and tentatively she asked. "Did you see 
her figure Helen? I have never felt so unfeminine and 
titless as I did when I was standing next to her!"

"Oh don't be silly, you have a very nice and very 
feminine little figure Anne. Okay so your boobs are 
small but let's be honest darling, you're small 
period." and she added hurriedly. "but very attractive 
with it!"

Anne glanced up, for a moment caught off balance by the 
compliment. Fleetingly she wondered if Helen was giving 
her a come-on but quickly dismissed the thought. Helen 
was looking thoughtfully across the room at the rain on 
the window.

"You're what five foot? Five one maybe and about 
115lb." Helen said thoughtfully. "I seriously mean this 
nicely but Anne, your boobs are probably about the same 
size as mine and you've got much the same figure as me, 
measured horizontally that is but I'm a foot taller 
than you. Almost the same height as our Miss Hollings 
is in fact so you can imagine how I must feel." Her 
face held an almost vacant crestfallen expression and 
then she said with a smile. 

"I watched her crossing the lobby to the lift and got 
the impression she was gliding, not walking. People 
aren't supposed to be that graceful Anne. She really 
pissed me right off!" She laughed and went on. 
"Seriously though, she was very impressive." Suddenly 
she turned to Anne and exclaimed excitedly. "Those 
clothes Anne! Did you see those gorgeous clothes? God 
they must have cost an absolute fortune and I bet, I 
bet she had them specially made!"

"Well, according to Mike she's worth a fortune so I 
guess you could be right." Anne answered. "She can 
probably afford clothes like that. Honestly though 
Helen, she did seem nice, I liked her." As soon as she 
had spoken she cautioned herself. That's twice you've 
said that she told herself, don't be so enthusiastic, 
she'll start to suspect...

"Is she coming to the Reception?" Helen asked folding 
her arms and walking over to the window.

Anne got up and joined her. "Yes. I'm meeting her at 
seven-thirty. I'll bring her in to meet you then take 
her round to meet Mike and show her the Conference 
Hall. She'll want to check out the sound facilities and 
the equipment I guess though I have already done it 
myself." The two women stood together watching the rain 
until with a deep sigh Anne turned away and returning 
to her desk sat down." And then" she added. " I'll take 
her to the Reception."

"Just make sure that Mike doesn't try to check out her 
equipment." Helen joked as she turned to leave and 
laughing she added. "Though I suspect Amanda would 
string him up from the rafters if she caught him 
straying."

"Mike is okay Helen. I've known him for a couple of 
years now and I can tell you, he's an Okay guy. Typical 
male in some ways. All talk and so on but it's harmless 
talk and believe it or not, he is a gentleman! Apart 
from which I don't think he would be that daft anyway. 
The risk of trying something with someone as important 
as her..."

"Oh don't get me wrong Anne," Helen interrupted. "I 
like Mike, in fact in an odd way I think he is quite an 
attractive bloke really. But as far as our Miss 
Hollings is concerned don't be too dismissive of her 
vulnerability. I know there are not many eligible men 
here but hotels are funny places and get a bunch of 
strangers together and, well even VIPs with brains have 
been known to crack and end up in the sack! VIP's have 
emotions too you know but anyway, enough of this chat I 
have work to do. If you want me you know where to find 
me... I need to do some final checks, make sure I 
haven't forgotten anything or more important anyone 
before tonight!"

"Can you tell reception not to disturb Faith." Anne 
said looking up at her. "She said she'd like to rest 
this afternoon. I think she's gone bye-byes!"

"Faith? My, so we're on first name terms already are 
we?" Helen grinned.

"Helen Welling!" Anne retorted with mock hurt. "Shame 
on you! I'll treat that comment with the disdain it 
deserves and I would also remind you that it was you 
who went all silly about the poor little thing being 
tired earlier on and that we should look after her. Go 
find Colin if you've nothing better to do than give me 
a hard time!"

 "You fight fair Wilde, that's below the belt!" Helen 
laughed. She turned on her heel and with a shrug of her 
thin shoulders she flounced out of the room closing the 
door noisily behind her.

Anne grinned then thoughtfully, she picked up her 
coffee, and sighed. Jeeez, in just a few hours my well 
controlled little life has been turned turtle and the 
trouble is, I'm all on my own on this one. No one here 
can know my real emotions. No one except Mike of 
course, he knows of my leanings but friend though he is 
I don't want him involved... and if anyone else found 
out it would be disaster with a capital D. 

A small shiver of dread slid through her as she 
contemplated the thought of exposure and putting the 
mug down she held her head, pressing her hands to her 
temples... and what if Faith found out... assuming 
she's straight that is, she would...

Quickly she opened her eyes and looked up. If she's 
straight? In all this I automatically assumed she was 
but... but what if she isn't. She gave no indication 
that she was or wasn't... maybe she's Bi? Helen 
referred to her getting involved with an available man 
but what if... perhaps... and she did seemed to like 
me... Quickly she shook her head and laughed quietly. 
Come on Wilde for heavens sake be serious! 

Even if she is a lesbian I doubt she would fancy a 
little mouse like me... a woman as attractive as her 
has probably got queues of lovers, or would be lovers, 
whatever side of the fence she's on. Picking up her 
coffee again she stared vacantly out of the window, 
barely noticing the downpour that was now streaming 
down the glass panes completely obscuring the view. Her 
gaze drifted back down to the photo on her desk and she 
picked it up. "You Faith Hollings" she whispered softly 
"You have got me well and truly snared. Bewitched, 
bothered and bewildered and right now I just don't know 
how to handle you, I want you but I'm frightened..." 

With another shake of her head she quickly drained the 
mug and stood up. "Enough of this." she muttered. "This 
is crazy, I need to get sorted..." and quickly putting 
the photos and her papers in the drawer she locked the 
desk and left the office.

Purposefully she crossed the foyer and passed on up the 
stairs to her room where she collected a swim suit and 
a towel. On her way back through the foyer she gave a 
friendly wave to the reception staff. "If you want me 
I'm going for a swim, I'll be in the pool house." she 
called to them. "I won't be long!" and she hurried on 
to the indoor swimming pool at the back of the hotel.

On entering the pool room Anne was gratified to see it 
was deserted. The still flat surface of the pool looked 
inviting and she found the silence, broken only by the 
tap of her heels on the tiled floor as she walked to 
the changing room, comforting. "This'll do the trick." 
she murmured "It'll cool my passion if nothing else!" 
and entering the changing room she quickly undressed 
and put on the costume. Returning to the pool she 
walked over to the low springboard. Mounting it she 
walked to the end and curling her toes over the front 
edge she stood with her hands at her sides for a moment 
motionless. She closed her eyes and suddenly Faiths 
gentle features were looking back at her, smiling...

With a deep audible sigh she leant forward and in one 
swift movement, with a subtle bend of her legs and 
swing of her arms, she bounced once on the board then 
dived cleanly into the still water. Surfacing quickly 
she struck out for the far end of the pool. Her arms 
and legs quickly picked up a steady flowing rhythm of 
strong determined strokes and it was some time later 
when finally she pulled herself up the steps next to 
the board where she had first dived in. Having given no 
thought as to how far or how long she had been swimming 
her arms and legs were now numb with the exertion. 

She had reached the stage where physically she had had 
to stop and almost staggering, she wobbled over to the 
board and sat down. Picking up her towel she buried her 
face in it and panting with exhaustion, she sat trying 
to get her breath back and as she did so, thoughts of 
Faith returned. She recalled the soft voice and 
suddenly she could again clearly see her. That 
captivating smile, the beautiful full lips, parted very 
slightly to show even white teeth... those bewitching 
grey green eyes. 

She shuddered as the deep yearning for her returned 
with a vengeance and she found herself again reliving 
the few moments they had physically come into contact. 
She aroused me more than I had ever thought possible, 
everything about her stirs uncontrollable longing... 
Abruptly the uncomfortable reality dawned on her and 
pulling the towel away from her face she stared at the 
wall in front of her. "Oh no. Oh my God no. I've become 
infatuated with her. I think I'm in love...!"

She dried her face, arms and legs then began towelling 
her hair. Her breathing gradually slowed to reach a 
semblance of normality. Suddenly, alerted by the sound 
of a movement she stiffened and sat upright. She 
realised she was not alone and glancing round the pool 
room she saw Mike West. He was sitting at a table in a 
small recess half way down the pool almost hidden from 
her view. She sighed with relief then frowned. Had he 
heard me and, and how had I not seen him when I came 
in... The desk where he sat was covered with papers. A 
two-way radio stood on the floor by his feet and it was 
obvious he had been there for some time and suddenly 
she was embarrassed.

"Hi! How long have you been there Mike?" she called 
cheerfully.

"Oh couple of hours me'dear. It's the one place in this 
hotel where I can find total peace and quiet in the 
afternoons. I come here most afternoons. I like the 
silence!"

"Until someone like me comes along and disturbs it." 
she laughed. "I'm sorry to break up the tranquillity of 
your afternoon!" 

"Not at all Anne, I enjoyed watching you." Mike 
answered with a chuckle and Anne smiled. She knew he 
wasn't coming on to her. Over the many months she had 
got to know him they had become close friends but the 
relationship had become one more like that of a brother 
and sister attachment. "I am curious though" he went on 
"Curious to know what on earth brought on all that 
aggression. I haven't seen a work- out like that for a 
very long time. You were sure uptight and out of sight 
about something. Do you want to talk about it?"

"No!" she exclaimed sharply, then still feeling a bit 
foolish and embarrassed she said. "Sorry, but thanks, 
there's nothing wrong honest. I just wanted to you know 
get... I don't know, clear my mind I guess before the 
start of the conference. I find swimming is quite a 
good therapy!"

"Well, I hope it worked and I don't believe you by the 
way. People don't go through punishment like that 
without a very good reason." He then added "If you 
change your mind and decide you do want to talk you 
know where to find me."

"I know that Mike and I thank you. Your a good friend 
to me but I'm fine, really." Her breathing was now 
almost back to normal and she looked at the large clock 
on the wall at the end of the pool. Quarter to five. 
"Guess I'll go and shower. It's getting late and I have 
to get ready for this evening." She stood up and added 
casually. "By the way Mike, I'll be bringing Faith 
Hollings round to see you later. About, about seven 
thirty eightish be okay?"

"Fine, what's she like?" Mike asked quietly, looking up 
with a smile.

"Devastating!" She had answered instantly without 
thinking and immediately realised her reply had been 
far too quick and far too emphatic. She glanced at him, 
fearful that he may have been alerted by her tone, but 
he looked unconcerned. 

"I look forward to meeting her then." he said giving 
her another smile.

"Yes fine. I'll see you then." She gave him a casual 
wave, relieved at his seemingly unconcerned reply but 
as she quickly headed back to the changing room she did 
not see him nod and smile knowingly. 

After a swift shower she quickly dressed and wrapping 
her wet swim suit in the towel tucked it under her arm 
and re-entered the pool area. "I'll see you Mike" she 
called light-heartedly across the now stilled water. "I 
must go and get ready for this evening!" 

Mike waved an acknowledgement and as he watched her let 
herself out he again smiled. 

On reaching her room Anne decided to shower again and 
wash her hair. Entering the bathroom she hung her 
swimsuit on a hanger and quickly undressing turned on 
the shower and stepped under the spray. Twice she 
shampooed her hair then for several minutes she relaxed 
under the warm water, letting it play over her body. 
The force of the water felt good as it beat down on her 
back and shoulders and turning to face the jets she 
stood with her face turned up into the spray, her eyes 
tightly closed and squeezing her big bath sponge to her 
chest she let the water cascaded down her front. 

Finally, stepping back she began soaping herself. 
Nonchalantly she stroked the sponge over her shoulders 
and arms then across her breasts and immediately she 
thought about Faith. Her nipples began to firm and 
tighten and she moaned softly to herself as the surge 
of desire swept through her. "God how I want you Faith 
Hollings," she muttered softly and quickly she reached 
for the conditioner. Finally, after rinsing the suds 
away from her
hair and body she turned the shower off and stepped out 
of the bath.

Briskly she dried herself and as she finished, she saw 
herself in the mirrored bathroom wall. Dropping the 
towel away from her body she studied her naked 
reflection. "However can I possibly expect to appeal to 
someone like you Faith." she questioned quietly... just 
look at me, the epitome of the female form... in 
miniature. 

No wonder my nick name was "Little Wabbit" at 
college... With another little sigh and a cynical tight 
smile at her reflection she wrapped the towel round 
herself and headed for the bedroom where, sitting at 
the dressing table she plugged in the drier and began 
brushing and drying her hair. I wonder what she's doing 
now... I wonder what she is thinking... 

I must get through to her... give her loads of friendly 
affection, TLC and as much physical contact within the 
realms of decency as is possible... and the only 
difficulty with that she thought as she began to brush 
her hair more firmly, is being able to control the 
amount of TLC I dish out! Jeeez if you're straight 
Faith Hollings the
n God help me, it is going to be a very long and very 
difficult and very painful conference.

When she was finally satisfied with the end result of 
her hair setting she stood up and crossed the room to a 
large wardrobe. Opening the doors she surveyed her 
limited choice of clothes. That's the trouble with this 
contract work she mused, luggage limits the options of 
what one can wear. Quickly making up her mind she took 
out a plain but smart white oriental design silk 
cocktail dress. It's my most expensive and is without 
doubt my best she murmured half aloud. It fits like a 
glove, it's short and it's revealing. The side vents 
show more thigh than some would consider proper but so 
what... and slipping on a skimpy pair of high leg 
briefs she stepped into the dress and zipped the back 
up. 

Facing the mirror she inspected herself. The smooth 
silk felt good next to her skin and she noted with 
approval how the small swell of her breasts and the 
slight but unmistakable imprint of her nipples showed 
against the material. "This is war" she said quietly, 
smoothing her hands over her waist and hips "and it's a 
war Miss Hollings that I have every intention of 
winning." Turning, she glanced over her shoulder and 
eyed the subtle curves of her buttocks outlined beneath 
the smooth silk. "and you, you gorgeous woman, you I 
hope, will be to be the prize!"


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