Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2012 18:04:47 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Magenta. Part Six.

  This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments, good
or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

  Part Six

   Though I didn't go home, I had the car drop me off at the agency as I'd
forgotten to take the battery charger with me and the mobile phone was now
dead and I had to know if I was wanted for that evening.

   `Where the hell have you been?' Samantha shouted at me slamming down the
phone she'd been holding.

   `I had a nice two days off and thank you, I enjoyed the break,' I
replied.

   `What?'

   `Never mind. My phone went dead on me that's why I've dropped in to see
if you wanted me.'

   `That's why I've been phone...aw, forget it, you're here now. Here,' she
scribbled on one of her notelets. `Four o'clock or earlier. Mr Stanley
Thomas. Ordinary clothes but decent ones and take a top coat with
you. Here's the hotel.'

   `Topcoat? Why?'

   `You're going to a football match.'

   `Football match? I've never been to one in my life.'

   `Well there's always a first time. At least I think you might be in the
directors' box.'

   Fucking directors' box! Out in the open and bloody cold, watching twenty
men kick a bloody ball around to get it into a net with one man at either
end trying to stop it from going in.

   I'd got to the hotel at ten past four and standing outside the entrance
was a coach and as I was just about to go in, a crowd of men came surging
out to get aboard this said coach. It wasn't until they'd actually gone
past me that I realised that I knew some of the faces from the
newspapers. It was a North London team that I'd just seen. I got through
the crowd outside and went in and gave my name at the desk and my escort
was pointed out to me at the bar. I went up to the man and tapped him on
the arm.

   `Is it Mr Stanley Thomas or Thomas Stanley? I didn't quite catch the
name when I was told,' I said to the man.

   `Stanley,' he said shortly, gulping down his drink.

   `My name is Magenta Mr Stanley, I...'

   `Thomas. That's my name, and I'm glad you're early.'

   `Well I'm ready when you are Mr Thomas Stanley,' I said.

   `Are you taking the piss, er...'

   `Magenta sir, and no, I can't extract piss from shit,' I said and walked
away from him back towards the hotel entrance.

   `Hey, hey, wait a minute,' he called out and ran after me and caught my
arm, which I shook off.

   `No! You wait a minute! If you can't talk to a lady properly I have no
intention of standing here to be insulted Mr Stanley or Mr Thomas or
whatever your name is.'

   `Oh I like you. All spit and fire. Come on quick,' he said, grabbing my
arm. `We might just catch the coach,' and he hustled me out of the front
doors and he just managed to catch the coach door before it closed. `Sorry
about that,' he said to the driver as I was pushed along the aisle by this
man. I was now on the coach of this football team and I got wolf whistles
as I was moved along and I recognised several faces until I was pushed into
an empty seat.

   `Is that the Frenchman?' I asked.

   `Yes. Now let's get things sorted out. Your name is Magenta. Mine is
Stanley Thomas. Do you understand that?' He asked, spacing out the words of
that last sentence.

   `No wonder your team's not at the top if you have to talk and give them
instructions in that tone of voice,' I said.

   `Hey Stan? Who's the bint?' a voice called out from near the front.

   `A better player with balls than you are,' I shouted back and this
caused a great deal of laughter amongst the team.

   `A girl with spunk!' another voice shouted.

   `That I get from men not boys,' I shouted back to more laughter.

   `Hey boss! If she's the new masseur, I need a massage for the ache in my
crotch,' another called out.

   `You'd need a crutch if I got my hands on your crotch,' I shouted back,
and I was beginning to like this banter.

   `That's enough now,' shouted a man standing up at the front and facing
us all. `Concentrate on the game that's ahead and have your fun
afterwards.'

   `Not with me they won't,' I called out and they all laughed again, but
they did as they were told and quietened down so he must have been the
manager, or boss as he was called.

   `Now Mr Thomas,...'

   `Call me Stan or Stanley,' he interrupted me.

   `Stanley. Why the hell do you need a female escort just to go to a
football match?'

   `Camouflage. Words going round that I'm gay, so you're here with me to
squash these rumours.'

   `Do you think one night out with me will do that?' I asked.

   `Well it's got them wondering as you're the third one I've taken to a
match,` he grinned at me. `And I must say, the best one of the lot. Are
those real inside your blouse?'

   `You're being impertinent now, and yes, they are real. But I still don't
know what you do or how we came to be on the team coach. Please enlighten
me,' I asked.

   `I'm Mark Martins agent and part of the contract is that I get two
tickets to each match. But it's Frank Jenkins that I like handling.'

   `So you are gay?'

   `Give me just a few kisses in front of the crowd and I'll tell you
later.'

   `So you are gay.' This was now a statement and not a question but he
ignored it and I saw we were now pulling into the town's local football
stadium. Fans were waving their scarves and wearing their teams colours and
there was much cheering as everybody piled out of the coach and hurried
through some gates that were manned by two security men.

   We went down into a tunnel and I saw the players turn off to the left,
but Stanley held my arm and took me further on till we came out by the side
of the pitch. We then climbed three quarters of the way up in the stands
and through a guarded door and into a bar. So I played my part and hung on
Stanley's arm as we had some drinks before we had to go and take our seats.

   As I said earlier, the box was outside and the wind was cold and I
didn't see much sense in watching that ball being kicked up and down the
pitch for ninety minutes and couldn't wait to get back up to the bar and in
the warm during the half time break.

   Again I hung on his arm and even kissed him quite openly in front of all
the others there. Then it was back to watch the second half and said thank
fuck under my breath when the final whistle was blown.

   The team I had travelled with, the ones from North London, had won by
two goals to nil over the local team. It took Stanley and I quite some time
to get down to the visitors dressing room and he got me inside where most
of the team had finished their splashing about in their large pool to wash
off the mud and sweat before getting changed. I had to stay by the door but
still saw the odd flash of a cock as a towel slipped and one even wagged
his penis at me before he put his underpants on. I'd hoped to see the
Frenchman's cock, but I missed out on that sight.

   With them all dressed and ready, we went out and got back on the coach
for the trip to an hotel. This was booked for the night as it would make it
too late for a run down to London. The coach was full of noise with the
exuberance of their win and it was straight into the bar when we got to the
hotel. Even though I was given my first drink by Stanley for which I kissed
him in front of the others, we soon got separated from each other.

   This didn't matter to me as I was the centre of attention for five of
the players and kept getting plied with drinks as they were knocking them
back at an alarming rate. To cut to the chase, it finished up with me and
three of them when one suggested we make use of the hotel's Jacuzzi
downstairs by the gym.

   So all four of us, not quite sober, went down to where this was and the
boys had no compunction about stripping off in front of me and getting into
this bubbling water. It was seeing three male cocks bouncing about that
made me strip off too, to their whistles and rude comments. They all tried
to hold my hand as I was helped down into the water and immediately was sat
down on a streaming flight of bubbles that tickled my fanny and was very
sensual.

   `Ooh it's nice sitting on this,' I said.

   `You might find it nice sitting on this Magenta,' the player on my left
said, taking my hand under the surface of the water and placed it on his
erection.

   `Will it tickle like the bubbles?' I asked with a smile.

   `I think it will do more than that. Try it for size.' So I did. I moved
over to him and with my back towards him, lowered myself down as he held it
upright for me to slide down on till I was sitting on his thighs. He gave
out a gasp behind me as I settled down and I liked his rod there inside me
and the bubbles coming up between our legs. His hands came round my front
and held onto my breasts as he began to bounce me up and down and fucked me
in front of the other two. I squeezed him hard as I moved and enjoyed
having sex like this in the water.

   I knew when he was about to come as his hands left my tits and held my
hips as he ground his pelvis up to me and I bore down on him as he pumped
up his coming inside me. He groaned as he came and then went all limp
behind me and as I stood up, feeling his erection slide out and some of the
warm water get inside me.

   A hand came up to steady me and another came to my waist to turn me
round, and so I sank down onto the second erection and had him fuck me in
the same way. The third man came through the water and sucked on my breasts
as I was servicing the one beneath me till he came and I had the third one
who didn't last long he was that excited. But it was nice having three
cocks in such a short time and in such a surrounding where anybody could
have walked in and seen us. I then gave each one a kiss and let them have a
suck on my nipples before we got out of the water to look for some towels
to dry ourselves on. I was then smuggled up to a room where two of them
were staying and stayed for what was left of the night, getting fucked
twice again before we fell asleep. The only consolation I had the next
morning when we were woken up was that they looked far worse than I
did. Also, I could go back to bed when I got home, which was exactly what I
did.

   I was roused by a phone call from Samantha asking me to call into the
agency at six and looking at the bedside clock, knew I had time for a good
bath and do my hair. Feeling great after looking to my needs, walked into
the agency at exactly six and met a tall black man dressed in a dinner
suit.

   `Oh, excuse me, I was looking for Samantha,' I said, taking in this
man's appearance, very smart, good manners, for he had stood up when I had
entered the office. Lovely smile and perfect white teeth. Six foot or so
and looked extremely fit and I couldn't help but look at his shoes to see
they were big and the shoes had a lovely shine to them. When I looked back
up to his face I could see that his eyes had a mocking look in them as I
guessed he knew that I was thinking of shoes size as a comparison.

   `She will be back in a minute. She said something about powdering her
nose,' he said in very good English.

   `Are you a client?' I asked, wondering if he was my escort for the
evening and would have liked him to be.

   `Heavens no! I work here. My name is Ralph,' he said extending his arm
that had a powerful looking hand at the end of it protruding from a snowy
white cuff.

   `So do I,' shaking that strong hand. `My name is Magenta.'

   `Pity,' he said, still holding my hand.

   `What, my name?' I asked surprised.

   `No, no, that you are not a client,' he laughed, a pleasant deep rumble
that spoke of him have a deep chest. `As to your name, it is perfect as it
seems to go with your hair. Such a colour that is rarely seen though many
try to copy it and fail dismally.' I liked this man immensely, flatterer
that he was, but it appeared to be sincere. `I didn't think it would be my
good fortune to have the pleasure of escorting you out this evening.'

   `Cut out the charm Ralph,' said Samantha coming into the office,
`Magenta works here.'

   `That to my regret I have since found out,' he said as he smiled at me.

   `Sorry about dashing off like that. Been trying to go for the past half
hour,' as she passed over the details of his escort for that evening and
with a small bow to me, left the office.

   `Now Magenta. For you this evening it is Sir Malcolm Falconer. He's an
industrialist and a very busy man and wants you for a dinner engagement
that he said he couldn't get out of. He'll expect you at his offices at
seven fifteen so we haven't a lot of time. Pick a dress out from the
wardrobe and change here. I've ordered a taxi for,' she looked at her
watch, `twenty minutes time. He wants you to give your name as Lady Magenta
to the security man when you arrive and you will be escorted up to his
office. That's it, so off you go and get changed and check your make-up,
you've got fifteen minutes.'

   So into the wardrobe I went and picked out a dress that would suit a
lady for dinner. It didn't take long and my hair was okay and it was only a
touch up with the lipstick that was required for my face and I was ready
and waiting for the taxi which was on time.

   When Samantha ordered you a taxi, you didn't have to pay the driver. You
just signed a chit because she had an account with the taxi firm so I never
carried more than ten pounds in my purse for emergencies.

   I was dropped off at the entrance to an imposing block of offices and I
had to press a bell by the side of these big plate glass doors and I could
see the night security man look up and then come and let me in the
building. I told him I was Lady Magenta and he said that I was expected and
took me to the lifts and we went zooming up to the very top floor.

   The lift door opened onto a magnificent large ante room with thick heavy
pile carpet that your foot almost sunk into. There were two corridors, well
more like halls, that led off in opposite directions and we turned left and
went past two doors to the one at the very end on which he knocked and
waited a moment before opening it and announced my arrival to an empty
room.

   I say empty but only in the context of human life. That was just a
disembodied voice that called out that he would be just a moment. The
security man left and I stood inside this massive room cum office and
looked about me to see one huge desk half way into the room that had
massive windows on three sides that looked out over the city.

   `Hello,' said a voice from behind and without having a chance to look at
more of the room, I turned to see a man of about forty coming towards me
doing up his shirt. I could see that he had come from a room that was
behind him, obviously a bathroom type place as his hair was still wet. His
face had regular features, not what you would call handsome but homely, his
eyes were brown and he had a nice smile.

   `You must be Magenta. My name is Malcolm Falconer. Would you like some
champagne?' he asked as we shook hands.

   `Er, yes please Sir Malcolm,' I replied.

   `Let's drop the Sir part for this evening please,' he said as he went to
an ice bucket on a side table that I hadn't noticed, seeing also that it
had two glasses there by the side. `I get Sir this and Sir that all day
long,' he said as he popped the cork and expertly poured out two glasses
without spilling a drop and handed one to me. `Your health,' he said,
raising his glass and taking a mouthful. I raised mine and took a sip of my
first ever taste of champagne and immediately got a nose full of
bubbles. He saw the expression on my face and laughed. `Tickles doesn't
it?'

   `Yes,' I laughed with him as I rubbed my nose and I guessed he knew that
I hadn't had much experience with champagne before and I found that I liked
it. Like cider after a fashion but a lot more fizzy.

   `Sorry to drag you to the office but I've been so busy today that I knew
I wouldn't have time to go home to get changed there. It was only yesterday
that I found out that that confounded Lady Margaret would be there with her
daughter that she's desperately trying to unload on me. Cynthia. Can't
stand the girl and that's where you come in. If I went there on my own she
would then be like a limpet. Come on, drink up and have another glass,' he
said as he emptied his.

   `The wine that will be served with the meal is not up to my standard, so
this will be the best we will have this evening.' I emptied my glass and he
took it and gave us both a refill. `If you'll excuse me, I'll take my glass
in there and finish getting dressed,' he said as he handed me my second
glass. With that he was gone and I took another sip and rolled it round my
mouth, loving the taste and the tickly sensation it gave to my nose and the
back of the throat.

   I then took stock of the room and behind the big desk was a comfortable
looking leather chair that I guessed swivelled round. There was also a
large sofa and two arm chairs around a large coffee table more or less in
the centre of the room and against the wall that didn't have a window was
large sideboard style of furniture. On it were a couple of silver trophies
that I found were for marksmanship, so he liked shooting I surmised for his
name was on them. A few more knick knacks were there which didn't draw my
eye.

   In the centre of the wall was an aerial photograph of what looked like
an industrial plant, but for what, I didn't know. There were two other
photos, one on either side of the big one and they were of small jet planes
and it was these I was looking at we re-entered the room.

   `Do you like aircraft?' he asked as he refilled his glass, pointing the
neck of the bottle towards me, silently asking if I wanted a refill to
which I shook my head.

   `I can't really say never having flown in one before.'

   `That was my first private plane,' he said pointing to the picture on
the left, `and this is my latest one,' pointing to the other. `This one has
all mod cons and even has a separate bedroom for when I have a long
flight.'

   `It must be nice to float above the clouds. How high does the plane go?'

   `Oh, it cruises along at about thirty five thousand feet.'

   `How high is that, in miles I mean?'

   `About six and a half.'

   `So you're a member of the six mile club then?' I said and he gave a
snort as a laugh and dribbled champagne down his chin which he quickly
whipped out a handkerchief to wipe away as he continued to laugh.

   `Have I said something funny?' I asked. `I've heard of the Mile High
Club but not the six mile one.'

   `Oh Magenta, you are precious,' he managed to get out as he wiped the
tears of laughter from his eyes. `Do you have a passport?'

   `No,' I said, wondering why he was asking as a change of subject.

   `Well if you get one, I think I'd rather like to introduce you to the
mile high club,' he said still laughing.

   `Oh that would be nice, to go up in a plane and see the clouds all
below.'

   `O Magenta my sweet one,' he said putting down his glass and taking mine
from my hand and I thought he was going to kiss me, but took my arm
instead. `Let's go before I have a hernia laughing.' He chuckled all the
way down in the lift and then controlled himself as the security guard let
us out of the building with a salute and where a chauffeured limousine was
waiting for us.

   My it was plush sitting back in that comfortable car as we were driven
off for this dinner date. On the way he told me the names of the host and
hostess and that we would be having an inferior sherry served before the
meal and that I was to stick by him the whole time and not get distracted
or separated. He'd also made sure that we sat together at dinner as far
from Lady Margaret as possible.

   We duly arrived and was introduced and spent nearly an hour standing
about chatting, though I spent most of it just listening. I did get to
shake hands with this Lady Margaret and her daughter Cynthia and understood
why he needed a chaperone.

   The dinner and the company overall was very pleasant but I agreed with
Malcolm on his comment about the wine. With the dessert finished, the
hostess stood up and said that the ladies would retire for coffee to leave
the men to smoke. Other women began to rise and Malcolm gave me a nod to
mean that I had to leave with the others.

   We went into the lounge where we had first congregated and Lady Margaret
beckoned me over to sit on a sofa between her and Cynthia. As I sat down, a
maid came round with coffees on a tray and a green liqueur that I guessed
was Crème de Menthe, this I refused. I had tried it once in the club and
the strong mint flavour brought up all my wind and that was the last thing
I wanted to happen here.

   `Now tell me Magenta,' Lady Margaret began, smiling at me
sweetly. `Where did you meet Sir Malcolm?'

   `In his office. I was there to sort out a contract.'

   `My, so young to be in business.'

   `I'm not in business as you call it. I just went to see that the
contract was fulfilled.'

   `What do you do then?' the smile sweet again.

   `Nothing really. I seem to spend most of the day in bed,' which was the
truth.

   `So you don't see Sir Malcolm very often then?'

   `No, but I hope to. He's asked me to get a passport. He's going to take
me up in his plane and let me join the Mile High Club. Are you a member?'

   Her eyes went like flint and a flush came to her face.

   `Cynthia!' She said in a harsh voice as she stood up. `We're leaving!'
Handing a maid the proffered cup and saucer and with a withering glance at
me, turned and swept out of the room with Cynthia following in her wake. I
couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at the impression I had of a galleon
under full sail scudding along with a frigate behind as an escort. But that
was the end of my after dinner conversation and I sat there alone for an
hour before the men came out and joined us.

   Malcolm saw me and came and sat down beside me.

   `All alone I see. Where's Lady Margaret and you know who?' he asked
looking round the room.

   `Gone.'

   `Well that's a relief, now I can relax.'

   `I think I said something to upset up her.'

   `What was that?'

   `I asked her if she was a member of the Mile High Club.' He burst out
laughing and tears came to his eyes which he fumbled out a handkerchief to
wipe them.

   `Oh Magenta, you really are a treasure,' his voice still laughing, `you
may have done the trick for me.'

   `What's that?'

   `Got rid of her for me and if this is true, I will gladly take you up in
my plane, more than once if it comes to that.' I didn't have another chance
then to ask any more on the subject as the host came over and Malcolm then
stood up and they talked business for several minutes.

   Then it was time to leave and we said our goodbyes as we thanked the
hostess and the servants must have a good grapevine for as the servant
bowed and opened the outer door, I saw that our car was there waiting for
us, the rear door open and we got inside and settled ourselves down as he
got into the driving seat and drove us away.

   `Well Magenta,' Malcolm said as he patted my hand. `I think this has
been a most successful evening. I wish I could prolong it,' and my heart
sank for I had hoped we would have been going to bed together,' but I've
got an early start in the morning and I still have things to do tonight. So
may we drop you at your home?' I tried to argue that I would get a taxi,
but he insisted, so I gave him the directions which he passed on to the
chauffeur.

   When the car pulled up at my house, he kissed my hand and said that he
looked forward to seeing me again quite soon. That was it then, cockless
for the night, so I undressed and went to bed with tears in my eyes and
frigged myself till I came, utterly exhausted at the effort and only then
could I fall asleep.

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