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By Daibhidh (daibhidh1@juno.com)

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The Concorde's tires screeched twice in quick succession as they kissed the runway, followed shortly by the roar of the thrust reversers pressing the passengers forward against their seat belts. The noise and pressure decreased as the throttles were pulled back and the sleek airliner continued its roll out, bleeding off speed. As we swung off the runway and followed the taxiway toward the misty lights of London's Heathrow International Terminal, my mind was as foggy as the view from the sleek jet's window. God I was tired. It was Sunday evening and I was exhausted! I'd just returned to the Chicago home office on Friday afternoon from a tough two weeks in Cape Town, only to be greeted with the news that I must be in London Monday morning to straighten out yet another problem! Oh, and by the way, don't forget the staff meeting in New York on Saturday. Let me introduce myself. I'm Alexandria Goodman, better known to my friends as Alex. (Others have far less complimentary names for me, for reasons that will soon become apparent.) As Deputy Chief Personnel Officer of a large Chicago-based firm, I had been dispatched to London to meet with our local manager regarding the London office's slumping sales. By the very nature of my position, I of course had full authority to take any corrective actions I deemed necessary. Clearing customs, I retrieved my luggage and caught a cab directly to the up-scale hotel where my firm had reserved a suite. The accommodations were nice enough I suppose but after awhile all hotels seemed pretty much the same cold, impersonal and, most of all, lonely. Leaving a request for an early wake-up call, I took a long, hot shower and fell into bed exhausted. Lying in the dark waiting for sleep to overtake me, I thought of my hectic lifestyle. Ten overseas trips so far this year and it was only June. My social life was nonexistent and, worst of all, I hadn't gotten laid in nearly three months; that's enough to make any girl tense. The last 'straight' sex I'd had occurred in early April during a trip to Manila when an evening with Juan ended with a visit to a nightclub featuring hot live sex shows. That had gotten us both so revved up that we'd returned to my hotel room where we'd fucked like monkeys until dawn. Since then it had been one business crisis after another. If it hadn't been for my best friend Ellen I'd be an emotional wreck. We are both mostly straight but every two or three weeks one of us would spend the night in the other's apartment for an evening of cuddling and mutual relief. Well, at least I'd negotiated a few vacation days in jolly old England in conjunction with this trip. England was lovely this time of year and it had been years since I had been able to relax and just be a tourist. The next morning dawned dark and gloomy with a soft mist falling. I had breakfast in the hotel dining room, then caught a cab to the office where I met with the manager, Mr. Richard Smyth. Richard introduced me to the rest of his staff and provided me with office space along with all the company records I requested. I was afraid I already knew the source of the problem and, after reviewing the data and interviewing key sales and management personnel, my fears were confirmed. I scheduled an afternoon meeting with Smyth and arriving at the appointed time, entered his office, quietly closing the door. Richard was a very attractive man in his early thirties with dark, wavy hair and an athletic body that filled out his conservative gray Seville Row suit quite nicely. The cologne he was wearing was distinctive, exclusive and sexy. He exuded an animal magnetism that caused my body to flush with excitement, which of course I took great care not to show. I also noticed his large hands with long, strong fingers were not adorned with a wedding ring, only a massive garnet fraternal ring with some sort of intricate engraving. Get hold of yourself girl, I thought, as I felt my nipples tingle and the crotch panel of my panties begin to moisten. Here you are on the verge of firing this poor bastard and all you can think of is jumping his bones! Although Richard greeted me warmly enough, his demeanor seemed rather guarded. After all, I was known to be the firm's hatchet man. Taking a seat, I paused a second before beginning, wondering how he would react to my findings. "Mr. Smyth," I began, "Let me preface my remarks by saying that I have isolated the problem and, unfortunately, it is you. However, having said that, I still believe you can have a great future with this firm if you will agree to the plan I have in mind." "Thank you for your confidence in me ... I think. Just what does this 'plan' of yours entail," he responded rather sarcastically.Ignoring his tone, I continued. "As you may know, I was instrumental in your promotion to your current position, based upon your resume and past performance reports. Therefore, I have a vested interest in your success. However, I now realize you need to gain more practical experience." "I will not accept a demotion," he stated, his face suddenly grim and determined. "I've had offers from several other firms; some of which are quite lucrative by the way." "I'm not suggesting a demotion," I explained, trying to defuse his obvious anger. "What I'm proposing is an opportunity to improve your management style. The Branch Manager of our Glasgow office is planning to retire soon after thirty Years, but his replacement is fully competent to take over that office immediately. My suggestion is to bring Ian down here to work with you for a few months, on a consultant basis. This should allow you to learn from his years of experience." "I'm not sure that I could accept that. It could appear to my staff that I were being placed on probation, which would undercut my authority," he replied stiffly."I doubt that will be the case if you handle it properly, but it's entirely up to you Richard," I responded. "The alternative is to replace you, which I don't really want to do." "If you don't mind Ms. Goodman, I would like to take your proposal under consideration. I'll ring you at your hotel and let you know my decision shortly," he replied rather stiffly, his expression unreadable. "That's fine," I responded solemnly. "I understand your concerns. I'll be in London on vacation for the remainder of the week. Let me know what you decide before I return to Chicago and file my report."Returning to my hotel room that afternoon, exhausted from the stress of our meeting, I poured myself a glass of sherry. Opening the sliding glass door onto the balcony, I collapsed into a lounge chair to relax and regroup my thoughts. Since my return flight was not scheduled until Saturday, I had four whole days all to myself with no schedule to worry about! That reminded me of the downside of this situation; not only didn't I have commitments, I was also horny and didn't have a man. My reaction to Richards's presence this afternoon made me realize just how horny I had become. God, my panties were still sticky from that encounter! Of course, there was always masturbation.
That's safe, practical and usually effective, but it's just so damn lonely! Casting about for ideas, I realized the only men I knew in London were the men from our office and from what I had seen were a generally uninteresting lot. Except, of course, for Richard whom I was sure that under, the present circumstances, was not at all interested in me!Sipping my wine, I mulled over my situation, wondering what I would do for four days in a city where I knew practically no one. Suddenly, I remembered Ellen had spent four years at Cambridge University. Thinking she might still have some contacts here, I decided to give her a call. It was only a little after noon in Chicago so I should be able to catch her at work. After several rings, her voice mail picked up and I heard her voice say "I'm away from my phone right now but please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible." At the tone, I left my name, the hotel phone number and a message that I would appreciate her calling me as soon as she was available. I had no more than settled back into my balcony chair when the phone rang. "Alex," Ellen exclaimed, "How good to hear from you. I see by your phone number that you're in my favorite city! I was just coming back from a meeting when you called. I hope everything's alright." "Oh yes," I replied, "I'm fine, but I was hoping you might be able to give me some advice. I'm taking a few days vacation here and I really need to unwind but I don't have any contacts here. I thought perhaps you could give me some ideas about where I could meet people.""Knowing you, I think you're more interested in getting laid than you are in meeting people," Ellen responded with a laugh. "Well, now that you mention it, that's more or less the idea," I giggled. I told her what I had experienced that afternoon in the manager's office and how I was still feeling tense and antsy from the encounter. "I'm not looking for true love," I said, "Just some hot sex!""ALRIGHT!" Ellen exclaimed. "I may have a solution. There's a private club just outside London that sounds exactly right for your needs. It's very exclusive but I was granted a lifetime membership because of my 'friendship' with a certain very blue-blooded young British gentleman who shall remain nameless." "This sounds promising," I said with a grin. "Just what sort of club is this?" "Well," she replied, "You've read about the Victorianera's Hell Fire Club? This is sort of a twenty-first century version of it. It has a very proper dining room and pub but there is also a private area, available only to select members and guests. Things tend to get a little wild in there, even by our standards! Still interested?""Definitely!" I answered. "It sounds intriguing.""Let me make a few phone calls and see what I can arrange." "That would be wonderful," I said. "I'll hang up now. See what you can arrange, but please call me back either way."Returning to my seat on the balcony, I had no sooner finished my wine than the phone rang once more. I was surprised to hear Ellen's voice; it had only been about twenty minutes since her last call. "Great news!" she bubbled. "I contacted my friend and it's all set up. You should be hearing from someone soon to explain the procedures and, with a little luck, they should be able to get you set up for tonight." "Just what am I getting into?" I asked. "It sounds pretty exciting but exactly what goes on there?""I don't want to go into too much detail, it's much better to leave some mystery! But I'd recommend you wear something very sensuous ... and don't forget to wear your sexiest underwear! There's an initiation ceremony for all new members which is pretty hedonistic and which I'm sure you'll enjoy immensely," Ellen replied with a giggle.
"Let's just say I wish I were going to be there with you tonight. I really miss that part of my 'educational experience'. But seriously, I'd better hang up now. I'm sure you'll be receiving a call soon and you don't want to miss it! Be sure to call me tomorrow and let me know how it went. Have fun, babe!" With that, she broke the connection. I replaced the receiver feeling a little apprehensive but, at the same time, more excited than I had felt in ages. I poured another glass of wine and settled back to await my promised call. I didn't have long to wait. A few moments later my phone rang again. "To whom am I speaking please," a female, very formal, cultured British voice inquired. "You have reached Ms. Alexandria Goodman," I responded, matching her formal tone."I see. I just received a rather unusual call on from one of our members on behalf of an American associate, regarding possible membership in an exclusive organization to which I am connected. Do you know the person to whom I am referring?" the caller asked. "Yes, I believe the American lady would be Ms. Ellen Hunter but I'm afraid I've never met her British associate," I replied. "Right ... And would you please confirm the name of the firm you represent and your current position within that firm?" I provided the requested information and could hear papers rustling, as though she was thumbing through a file."Very good," the caller responded, in a much less formal tone. "I'm sorry about all the inquiries but I had to make sure I had reached the correct party. I'm calling to inform you that Ellen's friend has highly recommended you for membership in our organization and that, based upon that recommendation and a cursory background inquiry, we are prepared to extend full membership privileges to you. Of course you will have to complete some formalities before this can be finalized, but that can be all is accomplished on your first visit. I understand you will only be in our country for a short time so perhaps you would like to visit our facilities this evening." "Yes," I replied, "I would like that very much. May I have your address?" "That won't be necessary Ms. Goodman. We will send our driver around to pick you up in ... shall we say, one hour?" I gave her a brief description of myself and said I would be waiting at the front desk in one hour. "In that case, we'll see you soon then," and hung up. I needed to shower and dress; I was still wearing my business suit and my no-nonsense everyday underwear. I hung up my suit and shoved the remainder of my cloths into a laundry bag. On my way to the bathroom, I stopped and viewed myself critically in the door's full-length mirror.
Not bad for a 27 year old I thought, as I took note of my physical assets. My raven hair, styled in a pixie cut complimented my slightly olive-toned skin, which had retained its South African tan, with no tan lines. I had kept my youthful slim, athletic figure, due in part to the hours spent in health clubs and my passion for handball. My firm perky 32B breasts rode high on my chest; standing out proudly with no hint of succumbing to the forces of gravity. They were topped with raspberry sized reddish-brown nipples, which to my great delight, seemed directly wired to my vagina. Someone had once commented I had the body of a female Peter Pan, the face of a young Audrey Hepburn, and the sex drive of a San Diego sailor. My 19" waist flared out to somewhat narrow but very feminine hips, which were in turn supported by muscular, well-shaped legs. My black pubic hair was neatly trimmed to a small triangle, covering only my somewhat prominent mons. All things considered, I was very satisfied with the trim 4'11" body I saw in the mirror. Stepping into the shower, I adjusted the showerhead to a needle spray and the water temperature as hot as possible. I needed to relieve the muscle tension caused by my confrontation with Smyth and further exacerbated by anticipation of the evening to come. Thinking of that meeting reminded me of Smyth's effect on my hormones. Running my soap-lathered hands over my body was enough to start that whole episode replaying in my mind until I felt my juices begin to flow. Cupping my hand tightly over my mons, I let my finger dance around and over my clit. The combination of my state of mind, my suppressed needs and the anticipation of tonight's activities combined to fuel a sexual firestorm that, in only a few moments, triggered a shuddering orgasm which left me with legs too weak to support me, forcing me to brace myself against shower wall to keep me from slipping to the floor. Once I was able to focus again I thought, God ... I really needed that. Now I could probably make it at least through the foreplay tonight without embarrassing myself. With that, I retrieved the soap from the shower floor where it had fallen during the excitement and allowed the tingling spray to perform its magic. After showering, blow drying my raven hair and applying makeup, I quickly dressed in the clothing I had selected for the evening; new sexy black micro bikini panties, that revealed more than they concealed, under a black full skirted cocktail dress that reached only slightly below mid-thigh. The front of its form-fitting bodice plunged to slightly below my braless breasts, exposing a portion of their softly rounded under sides and framing my cleavage. I had decided against a bra because my breasts didn't need the support and I wanted to feel the silky material of my dress caressing and exciting my nipples.
Based on my conversation with Ellen, I wanted to appear especially tantalizing tonight!Black spike-heeled pumps with black fishnet thigh-highs completed the outfit, stretching my calf muscles, showcasing my shapely legs. I much prefer elastic top high-highs to regular hose because I detest garter belts; I find them uncomfortable and they tend to get in the way at the most inopportune times!