The Roaring Twenties

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A few minutes after Charlie emerged from the bedroom the door opened again and in came a very different woman from the one they all knew as Clare. Without making direct eye contact with any of them she declared,

"Tell me where to find the bastard. And what you need me to get."

Jack spoke first , pleading with her.

"You don't need to do this, drop it now and we'll find another way."

He knew in his heart though that his pleas were useless but he had to try if he wasn't to lose Clare for good.

"Twenty six Vermont Street, he lives there. We want irrefutable proof that he is selling secrets to foreign countries, good luck , you're going to need it."

Charlie told her the address and wished her luck, whereas George turned his back and ignored her although he really wanted to hold her and tell how sorry he was for what he had said.
The door closed and she was gone, no one spoke, an air of gloom hung over the room.

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Quintin Townsend was in an absolutely foul mood, his plans for the evening had been dashed when his young pretty secretary come mistress had informed him that she had to attend a party that evening so wouldn't be able to see to his considerable needs.
He sat ruminating on his career as a trusted civil servant, he had been loyal and trustworthy for twenty of his twenty five years but he kept being overlooked for a peerage. That hadn't sat well with him at all so he began selling snippets of information to foreign governments for which he had been well rewarded. He didn't consider this as betraying his country, it was the Establishment that had treated him so shabbily.
He heard the doorbell ring and waited for Thomas his butler and bodyguard to answer it. Just a few minutes later Thomas entered trying to hide a smirk.

"There's a young lady to see you Sir, says her name is Edison, Miss Cora Edison."

 

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Cora left with the address burned in her brain. But first, she headed for the address that she had gotten out of the paper. Giving the woman behind the desk a fictitious name, she knew just what she wanted and was specific as to what she was looking for. It really did not take long to arrange what she wanted and it was arranged exactly how she would pick up the tickets.

Another cab ride with a different cab, different driver, and soon she was outside the address. There was no going back. The sound of the doorbell she rang sounded mutely in the background as she waited for the door to open. The man had the look of one who worked for a living, butler, and/or what else? Whoever he was, if he worked for Townsend, would have seen her before. And he looked surprised to see her. Yeah, he knew Cora.

A sly smile played in her lips. It would have been over 2 years since they would have seen each other.

It was Cora that looked at the man. "Tell him Miss Cora Edison is here." She gave a little laugh, Cora just playing her little game. He opened the door and allowed her to step into the foyer before turning to cross the polished floor and opened the door. She heard muttered voices talk behind the door before she crossed that same floor and pushed open the door. Inside that man was speaking to a tall man with a receding hairline. The eyes that looked at her were small and piercing, and seemed to look right through her. Perfect for Cora.

"Miss me?" She leaned against the door frame, casual like.

 

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Quintin didn't look up at first, he finished writing his diary then leaned back in his black leather chair and fixed Cora with a piercing glare.

"So like you Cora, always the one for a big entrance, I would tolerate it if you had some good news for me but after two years of silence I can only think that you are on your uppers again and want me to bail you out, so out with it what do you want? Before you answer remember my terms, you stay with me five nights a week including weekends."

As he spoke he was mentally undressing her. The pose she had struck as she stood in the doorway reminding him of the passionate nights they had spent together. One arm leaning against the door jamb pushing her small but firm breasts forward her other hand lifting the hem of her dress to reveal her shapely legs and thighs and just high enough to give a glimpse of stockings and milky white thighs.
He shook his head to clear it and invited her to sit down. Even the few steps she took to the chair he indicated were taken with a sensuous sway of her hips and as she sat she deliberately crossed her legs affording a brief glimpse of black silk panties.

"The last time we met Cora you were negotiating with a certain Lord Clarkson about the price of a certain document but then you disappeared with the document, I hope for your sake that greed did not overcome you and you took the payment for yourself."

His eyes glittered watching for any sign that he might be correct but seeing none he continued,

"However if that were the case even you would not have the brass neck to return, so,,,what DO you want?"

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"So she's gone, what do we do now?"

Charlie asked, completely at a loss of what else to say.

"I suppose we wait until she comes back."

George was unable to offer anything more.

"WAIT?,,,,,WAIT? Don't you realise that she is putting her life on the line here, one false move and if he suspects anything Clare will end up in the Thames. You DO understand that it was CLARE that walked out of that door? We look after her, watch her, keep her safe as best we can. I want her back safe and sound, AGREED?"

As one they nodded and shook hands on it.

 

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So like you Cora, always the one for a big entrance, I would tolerate it if you had some good news for me but after two years of silence I can only think that you are on your uppers again and want me to bail you out, so out with it what do you want? Before you answer remember my terms, you stay with me five nights a week including weekends.

She crossed and sat in the chair, giving the man a glimpse of what he desired most. Or maybe it was second most. His words told her a lot. It told her that Cora knew from the very beginning what she was doing. It told her that a portion of the money was to be his. It told her that this had been a regular thing. It told her that Cora had had a drug problem. So much information to take in.

A sly smile played along her lips as she watched Quentin. "Can't a girl just miss you?" She raised an eyebrow. Her voice was low and throaty and voluptuous in its nature, and Cora played it to the hilt. "Uppers? The last two years have been okay, thought I'm not rolling in money." She raised a hand to stop any interruptions. "And yes, I still have the baby." She saw his eyes narrow. "Oh, I don't mean the real one. That was taken care of a long time ago so you're safe there. I meant our other baby, the one about this big." She indicated with her fingers something the size of microfilm. "And Clarkson has a buyer for it. But he only wants to give us £200,000 for the thing. And while that may sound like a lot, I happen to know that his buyer is prepared to pay more for this little trinket. This trinket plus any more that we can get our hands on."

He was watching her closely now. And paying attention to what she was saying. "Care to guess how much his buyer is looking to pay? Come on, guess. No? Try £2,000,000." She saw him lick his lips. "Now, it occurs to me that if I found out the name of old Lord's contact, we could just do away with the middleman and have it all for ourselves. And if you were able to get more, then that would prove that it's not a one off. And that would be even more for us. Well?"

He swallowed hard, his beady eyes blinking several times before they turned back to stare at her.

"Well?"

 

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Quintin had always known that Cora was an opportunist and would sell her own mother if there was a profit in it. She was devious, a liar, dangerously beautiful and a fantastic fuck, all of which made her so appealing to him.

He listened to everything she said, weighing the possibilities and trying to pick holes in her reasoning but was unable to find a flaw save the probability that she would try to double cross him and keep the money for herself.

Cagily he answered,

"In principle I agree but you must know that I don't trust you, Yes I'll take you to my bed and fuck you but I have no feelings for you other than lust so if there is the slightest sign that you are playing both ends then.............."

He made the unmistakable gesture of a knife slitting her throat.

"I want you where I can keep an eye on you so you'll move in here, right now, If you have anything you wish to bring with you Thomas will fetch them for you. We should celebrate our new partnership, a couple of drinks then you can show me any new tricks or positions you may have picked up."

His eyes devoured her greedily, secretly glad that his secretary had talked herself out of a job, he couldn't have collateral damage hanging around, Cora would more than satisfy his carnal nature.

"You know where the wardrobe is, choose what ever you like to wear but make it revealing, you know what I like."

Quintin was looking forward to the ritual that Cora performed each time they went to bed. Her teasing looks and striptease and then finally delivering the wettest most imaginative pussy he had ever known. He licked his lips in anticipation.

 

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In principle I agree but you must know that I don't trust you, Yes I'll take you to my bed and fuck you but I have no feelings for you other than lust so if there is the slightest sign that you are playing both ends then..............

The smile played around her lips. She knew what he was thinking about - George contacting him about the microfilm. She wished that George had not done that but that was before they knew that this was all orchestrated by Quentin. She had already thought of an answer. And an answer for Lord and Lady. Though she was not happy with his hand gesture, she gave away nothing.

I want you where I can keep an eye on you so you'll move in here, right now, If you have anything you wish to bring with you Thomas will fetch them for you. We should celebrate our new partnership, a couple of drinks then you can show me any new tricks or positions you may have picked up. You know where the wardrobe is, choose what ever you like to wear but make it revealing, you know what I like.

This was where the real problem was. No, she didn't know where the wardrobe was. She needed him to lead her around without realizing it.

She positively purred like a cat. It was something that Cora very rarely did, but it was very much a Coraism.

"Why, Quentin, you did miss me. It nice to know that I mean something to you." She gave that husky laugh as she slyly smiled, crossing the room to place herself within an arm's length of him. "And I thought that all I was to you was an easy fuck."

 

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"Why, Quentin, you did miss me. It nice to know that I mean something to you. And I thought that all I was to you was an easy fuck."

Cora's voice was low and husky, full of promise for later that evening. He had intended to let Cora dictate how the evening would end but it was all so familiar, certainly they would end up in bed and he would fuck her but strangely that now no longer seemed enough. He wanted to dictate things from now on. In the past he had allowed her the freesdom to express herself, now she was back it was his turn.
She stood within touching distance, he could smell her perfume . He stretched out an arm and ran the back of his hand along her arm, feeling how smooth, warm and soft her skin was, he was reminded how her naked body felt as it writhed under him in the throes of sexual fulfilment and his cock stiffened, he was sure tthat Cora would notice and she would be as eager as he was. He looked up at her and gave the glimmer of a sneer and moved his hand over the curve of her cute little rear and along the back of her thigh before slipping his hand under her dress and on to her stockings, moving closer to her bare thighs, ever closer to her silk panties. He watched her face the whole time and when she closed her eyes in expectation he laughed and removed his hand.

"You don't change Cora, always so easy to arouse, so easy to bed."

He would have such fun teasing her tonight. Strange, he thought, she looked almost relieved when he took away his hand from between her legs but he dismissed it as Cora up to her tricks trying to deceive him into thinking she didn't want him.

"Times change Cora, attitudes, preferences, tastes, they all change as you will find out, my preferences for your attire have changed somewhat so tonight I will choose for you. First though a toast to our renewed affair. Thomas,,,,,, Champagne and two glasses if you please."

Thomas gave a slight bow and disappeared into another room, reappearing several minutes later with a magnum of Champagne and two flutes and an ice bucket.

"Excellent."

Quintin pronounced while waiting for the Champagne to cool. His eyes roamed over Cora's svelte body, in his mind's eye he could see her disrobing in her customary manner, a manner so seductive that it never failed to arouse him.

"Tell me Cora, where is our baby now? I assume that you are not so foolish as to carry it around with you."

He did not expect an answer and nor did he receive one, Cora just gave an enigmatic smile and tapped her nose, she wasn't telling. They sat and talked for about an hour and finished the magnum of Champagne.

"Time for you to change Cora, I will show you what I have in mind,,,,,,,,,, come with me."

Quintin put his arm around Cora's slim waist high enough for his hand to cup one firm breast. Along a long hallway, panelled in dark oak and lit by gas lamps even though electricity was available. Up a broad sweeping staircase still lit by gas lamps that flickered slightly as they passed giving a slightly eerie aura to the dancing shadows.

"Ahh, here we are my dear, OUR bedroom."

He announced gleefully, making sure that Cora understood she would be paying her way in kind if not in money.
The large bed was unmade with stained sheets, and laying about the room were several pairs of women's panties.

"Don't mind them Cora, they belong in the past, it is here and now that matters, you and I together once more."

He crossed to a large wardrobe and opened the doors with a flourish, revealing row upon row of lingerie and dresses. He selected a sexy looking black corset with suspenders dangling from the bottom and held it against Cora,

"Yes that is perfect I am sure we have it in your size."

With a smirk he squeezed her breast.

"Try it on while I find a suitable dress. Don't mind me, I won't be able to resist taking a peek."

As he searched in the wardrobe he watched in the door mirror as Cora stripped her clothes off and stood naked in the middle of the room and looking to make sure he was watching her. She dressed in the corset and found a pair of silk stockings on the hanger and seductively rolled them up her shapely legs and posed unashamedly as she fastened the suspenders.

"This will go perfectly."

He announced, holding up a black tasselled dress that would swirl around her thighs and show her stockings and suspenders her milky thighs and crotch. Miraculously, all fitted perfectly and Quintin's eyes glittered.

"With the right make-up and shade of lipstick and your black heart, Cora you will look the perfect whore."

 

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His hand ran along her body, and Cora noted the bulge getting larger in his pants. But what surprised her was when he suddenly stopped. This was not an idiot. This was a man that was used to being in charge. But she knew that Cora would try to get away with what she could. It's just that this was a powerful man, and the threat that he had made to her left her without a doubt that this was not a man to cross. She knew he meant what he said, he would kill her if double crossed. Which made their plan all the more daring, and perhaps suicidal.

She waited, expecting him to denounce her a fraud, though she would die claiming she was Cora. His laugh was cruel and harsh.

You don't change Cora, always so easy to arouse, so easy to bed.

"Would you want me any other way, lover? Want me to put up a fight?"

Times change Cora, attitudes, preferences, tastes, they all change as you will find out, my preferences for your attire have changed somewhat so tonight I will choose for you. First though a toast to our renewed affair. Thomas,,,,,, Champagne and two glasses if you please.

Thomas. Nice to know the man's name. She filed it away for future reference. She could feel Quentin's eyes looking at her, peeling back the layers of clothes to the body that he now owned. She was sure that tonight was going to be rough.

Tell me Cora, where is our baby now? I assume that you are not so foolish as to carry it around with you.

Smiling as she tapped her nose, he accepted her answer. In this world of subterfuge and double dealings, one stayed alive if you knew when to play close to the breast, and when to reveal a tit.

They sat for a while, talking. Actually, he did the talking and she mainly listened, filing names and information away in her brain in case they were needed. Having played Cora for two years straight, she was well used to drink, and could hold her own with the best of them.

Finally he stood and took her hand.

Time for you to change Cora, I will show you what I have in mind,,,,,,,,,, follow me.

He said follow, but the strong arm around her waist snugged her up to his side, as if he feared she would disappear again. He brought his hand up, cupping her breast in ownership. The way was dark and strangely spooky, as if she had traveled back in time and she was being led to her doom.

Ahh, here we are my dear, OUR bedroom.

The room was a pigsty, smelling of stale sex, and the cum-stained sheets were their testament. Apparently he had not been idle in her absence. She wrinkled her nose.

Don't mind them Cora, they belong in the past, it is here and now that matters, you and I together once more.

Opening the wardrobe, he searched until finding a black corset before pronouncing it perfect and squeezing her breast.

Try it on while I find a suitable dress. Don't mind me, I won't be able to resist taking a peek.

She stripped with her back to him, waiting until she could see him watching in the mirror before turning slowly to face him. The bulge in his trousers told her that he was turned on as she gave him a sly smile. Dressing in the lingerie, she perched on the edge of the bed to slip on the black stockings, giving him nice view of the black panties and her red "C" showing through the sheer material.

The black dress he pulled out went perfect with what she had on and soon she was dressed as he had decreed.

With the right make-up and shade of lipstick Cora you will look the perfect whore.

Her throaty laugh slowly filled the room. "Oh, you do so know how to make a woman feel welcomed. However, I want clean sheets on the bed and this room needs an airing. I don't mind the smell of stale sex, but I do prefer it to be my own scent. I find other women to smell so sour."

She rose, and walked seductively over to the vanity, sitting in the chair before the mirror. Scattered about its top were various bits of makeup, and she artfully began to apply the makeup necessary to complete the ensemble, though not as whory as he wished. Cora delighted in pushing as much as she could and would never be one to kowtow right away.

She watched his reflection in the mirror. "Should I ask where we are going, or should I just act surprised?"

 

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Quintin was surprised how easily Cora followed his suggestions, he was expecting more resistance to his efforts to make her look like a cheap tart in the sexy lingerie and dress but then again she appeared to be enjoying it. When she sat down to apply her make up he was a little disappointed with her look until she applied the dark purple almost black lipstick and made that funny face that all women did after applying lipstick. OH yes she looked just like one of the high class whores that frequented the fancy hotels.

He crossed the room to a picture on the wall and moved to reveal a hidden wall safe, with practised fingers he dialled the code and removed several packs of twenty pound notes.

'Should I ask where we are going, or should I just act surprised? '

Her question caught him unawares, she should have known that Friday night was his night at the 'BALMORAL' a seedy gambling club in a side street. His lofty position in the civil service debarred him from the classier casinos.

"You DO know that today is Friday and I always spend a couple of hours at the tables of the 'BALMORAL'?"

He picked out a pair of silver high heeled slippers from the floor of the wardrobe,

"Wear these they'll emphasise your gorgeous legs honey. Looking like that you'll be my lucky charm tonight, they'll be busy looking at you instead of their cards."

Thomas brought the limousine to the front door and held the door open as they climbed in.

None of them noticed the black cab that followed them.

Quintin put his hand on the back of Cora's slender neck and forced her head down to his groin,

"No I don't want a blow job. not yet anyway, I need you to leave me a marker with your lipstick, so I know how much you can get in your pretty mouth."

When Cora had finished she tucked his cock away and patted his bulge.

Thomas dropped them at the entrance to the 'BALMORAL' where they were greeted by a much younger man impeccably dressed in a white suit and carrying a cane.

"Good evening Quintin, I hope your luck is the same as your last few visits."

His eyes looked Cora up and down and flickered in appreciation, seeing beyond the sultry whorish look she portrayed.

"Oh Larry, Larry, you disappoint me, you owe me several thousand pounds and with my lucky charm Cora I will take a sizeable amount home tonight."

Larry smiled enigmatically, "We shall see Quintin, we shall see"

He showed them to a table where there were already five men playing poker. Quintin sat down and motioned to Cora to sit on his knee,

She had barely sat down when he hissed in her ear,

"Get their minds off the game, give 'em a show, open yer fuckin' legs"

 

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You DO know that today is Friday and I always spend a couple of hours at the tables of the 'BALMORAL'?

"Don't tell me that you have completely lost your sense of humor. You after all just said that times change. I was hoping for perhaps a party at Windsor? Oh well." She made a little frown before she finished getting ready.

Soon they were heading out in the limo, whereupon he gripped the back of her neck and forced her head down towards his cock. Blow job? Should have expected it. She undid his pants and fished out the cock that she had seen begging to be let loose. The thing was thinner than the ones that she had an intimate relationship with, with its circumcised head flaring out.

Holding it in her hand, she began to lick it but he stopped her.

No I don't want a blow job. not yet anyway, I need you to leave me a marker with your lipstick, so I know how much you can get in your pretty mouth.

A reprieve! Really? She slid his cock into her mouth and pressed her lips around near the base, leaving a dark purple ring around the cock. Sliding it out of her mouth, she tucked his cock back in his pants and patted his groin.

No sooner had she finished than they pulled up in front of a rather seedy looking place - not at all the kind of place that she would expect Quentin to hang out at. But then again, people like Quentin would not want just everyone to know that he was gaming.

The man that greeted them was young and very good looking and seemed self assured. If she supposedly knew that Quentin came here every Friday, then this man would recognize her. She heard Quentin and this man - Larry, she heard him called - talking about him a change of luck. She pretended to not care or pay attention but she could feel is eyes on her.

Led to a table where five men already seated, cards on the table, Quentin sat and no sooner had he indicated that she was to sit on his knee than he whispered in her ear, Get their minds off the game, give 'em a show, open yer fuckin' legs

She looked back at him and smiled, pursing her lips at him in a mocking kiss. Turning back to the man immediately in front of her, she gave him a big smile and parted her legs ever so slightly. The man, middle aged with a slight paunch, glanced down between her legs before looking back up to her smiling face. She made a deal of glancing back as if to see if Quentin was paying attention. He seemed to be watching the game though she felt Quentin's hand on her thigh. She looked back to the middle age man as he licked his lips.

"Roger!" The man quickly glanced away, looking at the table before glancing at his hand and laying down a card. "Roger, where's your mind!" The man colored and cleared his throat. The man to the right of Roger had a view straight up her dress skirt and she looked at the man and winked before pretending an interest in the game. She kept her legs parted, giving the right side of the table a show.

 

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The first few hands were nothing special, no one losing or gaining much, Cora was doing quite a good job distracting his fellow players at critical times by speaking to one of them breathily as though she was hanging on every word. Quintin thought she was quite the consummate actress feigning interest in their boring lives as his hand was roaming over her bare thighs above her stockings, every now and then he would run his finger along the outline of her slit through her panties and make some innocuous remark that would have heavy sexual innuendo.

"Did you see how the Queen took on a Knave AND the King, the two of them packing their lunchboxes?"

Referring to the last hand comprising of the Queen of Hearts the King and Knave of Clubs and two nondescript low cards.

"You like a well stocked lunch box too don't you Cora my sweet?"

As he spoke he pushed his hips up so his bulging groin was pressed against the crack of her butt, involuntarily her legs opened wider and the tassels on the hem of her dress fell away and her shapely stockinged legs and milky white thighs were in full view of the whole table and Quintin's finger slipped under the edge of her panties and he could feel the soft squishy wetness of her slit.

" You are enjoying this aren't you Cora? I always suspected you were something of an exhibitionist."

He continued slowly fingering her wet pink slit making her wriggle on his finger. The other five players tried to pretend they weren't looking but they were all waiting for Quintin to push her over the edge to a screaming whimpering orgasm.
Quintin took advantage of the distraction that Cora was providing and they all folded their hands rather than miss watching Cora arching her back and cumming on Quintin's hand. As soon as the pot was collected Quintin withdrew his hand from Cora's pussy and wet panties.

"Good girl Cora, you did well. If you feel the need go and speak to Larry he's the only one here I'd trust to finish you properly, I can't because you would make such a mess on my suit."

 

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The men around the table seemed quite taken with her and, as ordered by Quentin, she played it up to the hilt. The sheer black panties certainly did not hide her slit and Quentin took full advantage of the view, running his finger along her sex.

Did you see how the Queen took on a Knave AND the King, the two of them packing their lunchboxes? You like a well stocked lunch box too don't you Cora my sweet?

"You know me, lover." She smiled at him.

Suddenly that bulge where she had earlier placed her lipstick mark around nudged her butt and her legs spread more. Now the entire table full of men had front row seats as Quentin slipped his fingers under the panties, finding her wet slit and began to slide it up and down, and in and out. His fingers made a squelching sound that the whole table could hear.

You are enjoying this aren't you Cora? I always suspected you were something of an exhibitionist.

She leaned back a bit, making little moaning noises as his finger played with her, edged her on. Cora was an exhibitionist, wasn't she. Had always been. 'Mother, look at me!' 'Father, aren't I prettier than Clare?' 'Ohh, look at me! Look at me!' Her back arched, lost in thought, lost in time. Totally unaware of the men at the table, at the men at other tables.

Suddenly, his fingers stopped and he removed, his hand from her sex. She held the pose, smiling, aware of all the men watching what she did.

Quentin pulled her against him and kissed her neck, whispering in her ear, Good girl Cora, you did well. If you feel the need go and speak to Larry he's the only one here I'd trust to finish you properly, I can't because you would make such a mess on my suit.

He turned loose of her and she stood. The men watched every move she made as she walked across the room. She was Cora, and as such, Cora was for Cora. To suddenly change might tip him off. So, she looked for Larry.

The man was over near the bar in another room. She gave him her Cora smile, leaning on the counter, knowing that the tops of her stockings and soft thighs were visible between the fringe of her dress.

"Trustworthy Larry." She laughed giving him a look that said volumes.

 

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Quintin placed a great deal of trust in Larry Sanders, in the five years he had been frequenting the BALMORAL Larry had helped him out on several occasions to deal with disgruntled small time gangsters who couldn't bear to lose a couple of grand.
In time Quintin had begun to send his girls to him for him to 'entertain' while Quintin played cards and as Larry had a happy knack of giving the girls release but leaving them wanting more when they got back to Quintin's place the arrangement had worked well and several of the girls had called on Larry privately to take advantage of his services.

Quintin was quite happy for Cora to seek out Larry, she was on the edge now and Larry would see her right and leave her ripe and needy for when they returned home. He watched Cora as she walked across the room with at least two dozen other pairs of eyes watching her ass swaying seductively her legs enhanced by the heels and the short fringed dress swirling around her thighs giving teasing glimpses of her stocking tops and milky white thighs.
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Larry had seen the performance at the card table and although it was perhaps a little unethical he admired the way Quintin and Cora had played the table. The look on Cora's face as Quintin fingered her had been one of sheer pleasure and Larry knew that under that calm exterior there was a fire burning between her legs, now she was here and it was up to him to leave that raging fire as just glowing embers for Quentin to bring back to life later.

'Trustworthy Larry.'

She laughed and gave him a smile that spoke volumes and leaned with her back against the bar both elbows resting on the bar which while seemingly innocent it pushed her breasts forward.

Larry smiled easily, he knew and she knew that the false modesty between them wouldn't last for long, that Cora was desperate for release he could tell.

"Trustworthy? Me? I wish I could say yes but I would be lying, ,,, Trust me."

He gave her a gleaming smile again and whispered conspiratorially in her ear,

"Just how far do you think you can trust me?,,,,,,,,,, No don't answer that, just say STOP when you think I have gone far enough."

He whisked her out onto a small crowded dance floor and held her close to him one hand on her back the other in amongst the fringe of her dress and caressing the backs of her bare thighs between her stocking tops and her sheer black panties. He pulled her masterfully to him ensuring that his groin was pressed between her legs.

As they swayed to the music Larry spoke into her ear,

"Where did you get to Cora? we were ready to go away together then you disappear, no word for two years and here you are again as if nothing happened. You know that Quintin is expecting me to get you off and leave you ready for him. The pity of it is he has forbidden me to fuck any of his girls, I can do what I like to you but fuck you. So what do you want from me?"

 

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The way that Larry looked at her told her that he too desired her. Cora had power indeed.

Trustworthy? Me? I wish I could say yes but I would be lying, ,,, Trust me. Just how far do you think you can trust me?,,,,,,,,,, No don't answer that, just say STOP when you think I have gone far enough.

And with that, he took her in his arms and danced with her, his fingers teasing her. She felt his groin pressing into her, exciting Cora.

"Never far enough. You can never go far enough." Her voice soft and terse, she realized that Cora had become addicted to sex. Not love, but sex. His voice was in her ear.

Where did you get to Cora? we were ready to go away together then you disappear, no word for two years and here you are again as if nothing happened. You know that Quintin is expecting me to get you off and leave you ready for him. The pity of it is he has forbidden me to fuck any of his girls, I can do what I like to you but fuck you. So what do you want from me?

His handsome good looks hid what he had just asked her. Instead, anyone watching them would see merely two people dancing. Closely. She whispered back.

"What do I want from you? To merely do your job. Quentin is powerful and I'm sure you are aware of what he can do. We are all at his beck and call. So, my dear, all you can do is your job."

Her cheek against his, softly brushing.

 

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Larry couldn't prevent his dick from prodding Cora's pussy especially as she was pushing back at him and grinding her hips against him as they swayed to the music. His hands explored her tight almost naked ass and he slipped a finger under her tiny silk and mesh panties, gently pressing his finger against the crinkled hole of her butt. Cora moaned quietly in his ear.

With Cora pressing herself to him he silkily suggested,

"You're so damned close Cora I think we should go somewhere quieter unless you want to cum in the middle of the dance floor."

He grinned at her and thrust his hips into her.

"As you said I'm here to do a job, Quintin wants me to do it and you are desperate for me to do it, the pity is I can't fuck you as you so clearly want me to but I can give you something very close to it."

Larry took her hand and led Cora behind the bar, feeling Quintin's eyes on him the whole time. He unlocked a small door and pulled Cora in after him and wrapped his arms round her swiftly and expertly finding the zipper on her dress and in just a few seconds she stood before him in just her corset, stockings and heels. He held her at arms length breathing heavily,

"I had almost forgotten how beautiful you are Cora, you remember this room baby? The number of times I brought you in here to do exactly what you want to do now?"

He pulled her to him and cupped one breast in his hand and kissed her neck, along her jawline before claiming her purple lips and french kissing her passionately.

"Panties Cora, you never cum whilst wearing panties"

He didn't wait for Cora to remove them he slipped them off in one movement finishing on his knees his tongue rolling around her distended clit and his nose being tickled by the fiery red 'C' of her pubic hair. He sucked on her clit and forcefully inserted two fingers in her glistening pink pussy feeling her internal muscles contracting and gripping his fingers as he finger fucked her tight channel.

In moments she was cumming heavily on his fingers and some dripping on his chin. When she had subsided he let her go and remarked with a grin.

"Very tasty Cora, although the taste is different from what I remember, ,,,, sweeter I think. You have enough left for Quintin? He would not forgive me if I had drained you completely."

He helped Cora dress and made sure she was cleaned and took her back to Quintin who seemed to be doing rather well at the cards.

"Job done Quintin, Cora was quite a handful tonight." Larry quipped with a self satisfied smirk.

Quintin glared at him , "I'll thank you to do what I ask and no more. I don't require a blow by blow account, just stick to our arrangement."

He cashed in his chips and told Larry to get Thomas to bring the limo round.

Again none of them noticed the black cab following them.

 

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Their dance was almost pornographic, with his hands finding her anus and pressing his bulge against her crotch. Apparently anything was allowed here as no one stopped them, nor complained, and Larry finally noted that perhaps they should go somewhere more private.

As soon as the door closed, he took her in his arms, expertly unzipping her dress and slipping it off her body, leaving her in the black corset and lingerie. His eyes hungrily looked at her, his breathing heavy.

I had almost forgotten how beautiful you are Cora, you remember this room baby? The number of times I brought you in here to do exactly what you want to do now?

He was gentle, a welcome relief to what she had been through the past couple of days. He kissed her, tongues dancing with each other.

Panties Cora, you never cum whilst wearing panties

Before she had a chance to reply, he was down slipping them off. She gasped and reached a hand out to the wall to steady herself as his tongue immediately found her clit, sucking it. His fingers slipped inside her, fucking her with his long, strong fingers. Her body automatically gripped those digits and within very little time, she came. She heard him drinking her dew, felt him lapping at her sex until she was through. He cupped her mound, almost as if her hated to stop.

Very tasty Cora, although the taste is different from what I remember, ,,,, sweeter I think. You have enough left for Quintin? He would not forgive me if I had drained you completely.

"Of course it is sweeter. Don't you know that I get sweeter with age? And there's plenty left for everyone." She smiled as he quickly helped her dress. His movements were born of familiarity, he had done this to Cora many times before.

Leading her back to Quentin, he made some remark about her being a handful, whereupon Quentin snapped back at Larry. Cashing in his chips, Quentin grabbed her upper arm, fingers digging into the skin. He fairly dragged her out the door and into the limousine. With a backward glance before they left, Larry's eyes seemed sad. The man was really in love with Cora. He would truly grieve if he knew she was dead.

On the way back to Quentin's residence, the man was quiet. She had seen him rake up the money so at least she knew that his plot had been successful. There was a knot in the pit of her stomach, knowing and yet not knowing what to expect. And wondering how she would get the proof that they needed.

 

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During the journey back to Quintin's house he laid further claim to her, stroking his hand along the inside of her thigh, repeatedly moving from the smooth silk of her stockings to the soft smooth skin of her flesh each time stopping just short of her damp panties and mound. Then he began a discourse, urging her to take notice.

"Listen to me Cora, this is for your own good as well as mine, You know as well as I do that there is no love between us, we use each other for own purposes, for your part it is money and the needs you have,,,,,as for me, ,,,,,,,,,, well, I enjoy your body and I am prepared to put up with your moods on condition that you allow me the use of ,,,,,,,,,,, THIS!! "

At his final word he pushed his fingers against her damp panties pushing the damp material into her hole.

"I see, or rather feel, that Larry did as he was meant to do and took the edge off your appetite for sex but you must put that out of your mind now, I am expecting your hunger to return once we are home, go straight to our room and wait for me then you can entertain me with your usual performance, I know that you mean nothing by it except as a means to arouse."

He pushed harder and the mesh on the panties gave way allowing his fingers to enter her wet pink hole.

He watched her hips sway seductively as she obediently made her way up the stairs to their bedroom and he licked his lips in wolfish anticipation.

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"Did you see her Tommy? How was she? Did she see you?"

Jack fired questions at Tommy as he came to give his report.

"Yes Jack I saw her, She didn't see me , I made sure of that, neither did the other two, that is Townsend and his driver/ bodyguard."

"Yes, yes, but how did she seem? she wasn't distressed at all? I can't bear to think what she must be going through, why didn't I keep my big mouth shut?"

Tommy replied slowly, choosing his words carefully,

"She was, for want of a better description, Cora, dressed to the nines as you would expect and looking like a right tart, purple lipstick, UGH!! I ask you."

"Okay Tommy I get the picture, but where did they go?"

"Some gambling joint near Soho, stopped about three hours and then home, I asked around and found out he goes there every Friday,
Something odd though so one of the bouncers said, he lets the manager, Larry somebody or other, take his girls into a back room and they come out all bright and bushy tailed"

"I think we should pay this Larry a visit and find out what goes on in that back room, maybe he's doping them up"

"I don't think that's a very good idea Jack, if this Larry tells him somebody's asking questions it could make him suspicious"

Charlie's comment made sense and then Tommy came up with an idea,

"Why don't I ask Cora,,,, sorry ,,,,Clare. He can't keep her inside all the time, when she comes out and hails a cab guess who she'll get?"

They all agreed it was the best they could come up with for now.

Tommy kept the worst news until last,

"I'm sorry Jack but you should know, when they got back to his place there was a light in only one bedroom."

 

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Quentin made things clear in the ride back to his residence. His hand on her leg played between the stocking and bare thigh. At this point he was not threatening, but she knew the game she was playing here. Her body was humming along, already wet despite Larry taking the edge off.

Listen to me Cora, this is for your own good as well as mine, You know as well as I do that there is no love between us, we use each other for own purposes, for your part it is money and the needs you have,,,,,as for me, ,,,,,,,,,, well, I enjoy your body and I am prepared to put up with your moods on condition that you allow me the use of ,,,,,,,,,,, THIS!! "

With that, he pushed his fingers against the damp sheer panties, pressing the crotch into her wet sex.

I see, or rather feel, that Larry did as he was meant to do and took the edge off your appetite for sex but you must put that out of your mind now, I am expecting your hunger to return once we are home, go straight to our room and wait for me then you can entertain me with your usual performance, I know that you mean nothing by it except as a means to arouse.

He pressed harder and his fingers ripped through the material and slid up into her. Cora spread her legs and cooed.

"The hunger never left."

They pulled up to the house and Cora got out first. She gave him a show as she led the way, knowing that he was watching.

Turning on the bedroom light, she could see that what she had demanded had been done. The room was clean and the air certainly smelled much better than when she had been in here earlier. The panties were picked up and the bed was made.

She took off the dress and quickly took off the corset. Dropping it in the chair before she slipped the dress back on. She looked in the mirror, checking her makeup. Cora looked back at her.

She took up her position back to the door and waited. In a minute, she heard the door open and then close.

A smiled played on her lips as she began her little special strip tease. Just for Quentin.

 

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Quintin climbed the stairs slowly, he wanted Cora to wait, anticipating her first night back in his bed. He too was anticipating, it had been a while since any of the women who had shared his bed had come even close to Cora. She was sex personified, nothing, absolutely nothing fazed her.

He wasn't the type of man to indulge his women, he took what he wanted from them and gave them what he thought they deserved which was usually a curt "I'll call you." which of course he never did. Cora was different, she had intrigued him from the moment he met her. He remembered drily the first night they had spent together, he had been rampant that night and when she had begun her striptease he hadn't waited for her to finish before he was on her, tearing her remaining clothes off, that had been the only satisfactory moment of the night. Certainly he had fucked her but she had been as responsive as a sack of potatoes just laying passively on her back with her legs open.
The next morning she had actually sneered at him, stinging his vanity,

'Call yourself a lover, HAH, you were pathetic, If, and it's a big IF, I go to bed with you again you wait until I am ready, do that and you'll have a night to remember."

It had been two whole weeks before she relented, he remembered her words and waited until she had finished, that night had been a kaleidoscope of emotions and positions, the room had reeked of sex for days afterwards.

She was already in position her back to him and her hand reached behind her and slowly unzipped her dress, as it opened her milky white skin stood out starkly against the black of the dress. It slipped off one shapely shoulder and Quintin felt himself growing harder in anticipation. The next shoulder was bared and the dress slipped down tantalisingly but she still held the front against her breasts.

Quintin was breathing heavily now and he gasped in sheer admiration as Cora let the dress go and it slithered down her body slowly as if it didn't want to let go. The silk whispered softly as it pooled at her feet and she carelessly kicked it away, her panties were stretched tightly over the bare minimum of her pale white globes and the cleft between each cheek.

Slowly Cora turned her head to look at him over her left shoulder her eyes smouldering and then the signal he had been waiting for, a beckoning finger under her left elbow. Quintin took faltering steps towards her as she turned to face him still covering her breasts but playing with erect nipples.

Even for Quintin, removing Cora's panties was an erotic adventure, sliding them over her hips and down her shapely legs, he could barely restrain himself from sinking his fingers into her soft wet squishy hole but he knew if he did he might as well give up.
Once again Cora kicked the panties away and she placed her left foot on his knee,

"Lick me."

The husky command came as he knew it would and he began lapping at Cora's hot wet slit and removed her slipper and rolled her stocking down, he looked up at her and saw her pulling on her nipples with her little pink tongue protruding between her purple lips. He continued with her right stocking and once that was done she was his.

"You've had your fun Cora now it's my turn, hold your arms out wrists together."

He held one of Cora's stockings in his hands and bound her wrists tightly together,

"You remember this little game Cora? You found it so much fun."

 

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His eyes followed closely her every move, as if his life depended upon it. She had gone over and over the pattern until it was second nature. As if her life depended upon it. Which it did. She was Cora and she had the power over men. She could feel the power that she had over this worm of a man. This was someone that would betray his own country. For what? For money? For power? For all of the above? This was someone that would kill her if he knew just who she was. For what reason? For money? For power? For all of the above? This was no game she played. This was life and death.

As soon as she reached the end of the sequence of actions, he stood and, holding one of her stockings in his hand, told her,

You've had your fun Cora now it's my turn, hold your arms out wrists together.

She smiled at him, because that was Cora and she was Cora. She watched him bind her wrists together, nice and tight. She couldn't complain because Cora wouldn't complain. She had no idea what to expect and her heart beat faster with the anticipation of what was ahead. Of course, if he noted the rapid heartbeat, he could put it down to her excitement. But as long as Cora got her beginning the way she wanted, then the woman would be up for anything with anyone. She had known her sister better than anyone and yet she was still learning new things about her twin.

You remember this little game Cora? You found it so much fun.

She laughed. "Ah, I can tell that you missed me."

She smiled as if she alone knew the answer to all the secrets of the world.

 

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Quintin pushed Cora back against the edge of the bed until she could go no further then a gentle nudge on her breast and she fell backwards her arms going above her head and she lay across the bed with her head hanging over one side and her legs dangling the other side. With her arms outstretched above her head and wrists bound together she could get no leverage to sit up, Quintin smiled, not with any warmth but the lustful pleasure of having Cora helpless with her breasts pushed up like two ripe white coconuts, her sex was on display as was her fiery red trimmed 'C'.

"How does it feel Cora, to be the captive?"

Out of her sight he undressed folding his clothes neatly over the back of a chair. He moved to the side where Cora's head was and straddled her outstretched arms so they were between his hairy thighs, he tilted her head back so she was looking up at his throbbing pulsing cock. Teasingly he tapped the leaking cock head on her purple lips. then he pushed forcefully between her lips,

"You have tasted me once already tonight but now I command you to lick me and see if you can get beyond the marker you left earlier, I am sure your slutty mouth can do better, however we shall see."

He pushed again and his cock disappeared into Cora's 'O'ed mouth and he leaned forward to give a wrenching twisting tug on her right nipple.

 

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Backing her up until her legs hit the bed, he placed a hand against her breast and pressed until she fell across the bed. She lay there, her bound hands over one side and legs over the other. Her arms were stretched out above her head and as such, she was unable to lift herself up, totally at his beck and call.

How does it feel Cora, to be the captive?

"Like old times."

Disappearing, she could hear the sounds of undressing before he reappeared at her head. He was naked, his cock steadily rising as he crossed and straddled her bound arms. She knew what was happening, and what was going to happen. Cora's eyes looked back at his as he tilted her head back. His tip was wet as he tapped it against her lip, then pressed it in deep into her mouth.

You have tasted me once already tonight but now I command you to lick me and see if you can get beyond the marker you left earlier, I am sure your slutty mouth can do better, however we shall see.

Deep he plunged in and she felt the tip slip into her throat as he leaned forward to pinch and pull on her nipple.

Quentin began to pump in and out of her mouth, the noises he made told her that he was enjoying himself. But Cora was always an active participant in anything.

Her bound hands lifted up until she held his balls in her hands, fingers massaging the heavy sac as he leaned in and out. Her view of his face was blocked by the angle he stood plus the cock that filled her mouth, but she could hear his groan.

She pressed onward dipping fingers into his crack and finding his anus, she pressed a finger into his crinkled hole, humming as she imitate with her finger what he was doing to her mouth.

 

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Quintin groaned happily as his cock thrust into Cora's hot,wet mouth and he mauled her engorged nipples. He knew that he was causing her pain and that pleased him no end, it had always been that way between them, to and fro, to and fro.
Then he almost froze as something was different, Cora's hands were on his arse and opening his crack and a hard unyielding finger was in his crinkled hole, with no lubrication to speak of the sensation was one of searing pain shooting through his whole body. With a loud cry he thrust his cock deeper and harder into Cora's throat but the probing finger followed suit, deep into his bowels. Each thrust was mimicked by the finger in his ass.
All Quintin could do was embrace the pain and enjoy it. He managed to gasp out,

"Fuck Cora, you've upped your game since last time, this is wonderful, so fucking depraved even for you"

The response was immediate as Cora's long fingernail scraped the inside of his bowels and the pain intensified and his cock spewed forth his creamy sperm into her throat. He pulled out of her mouth and sent arcs of sticky sperm over her tits and stomach even managing one large dollop on the'C' of her pubic hair.

"I can tell you haven't been idle while you've been away my dear, It will be most interesting to find out what other new tricks you have learned."

He pulled her upright on the bed and proceeded to lick his own cum from her body and kiss her pushing mouthfuls of cooling spunk into her mouth with his tongue.

"If you think we are done Cora, think again, you do remember how quickly I recover?"

 

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Even if she had wanted to answer him, she couldn't. Not with a mouth full of his cock. It was almost revengeful to give him in kind what he was doing to her.

Suddenly he came, filling her mouth and stomach with his seed. His cock slipped out of her mouth as glops of his sperm shot across her body, warm and sticky.

I can tell you haven't been idle while you've been away my dear, It will be most interesting to find out what other new tricks you have learned.

Finally he was sitting her upright, her wrists still tied. Wherever there was cum, he licked it up and proceeded to push it in her mouth via a kiss. His taste was unique. Memories of Jack flashed through her mind but she quickly pushed them away. A life once lived. A love lost twice.

If you think we are done Cora, think again, you do remember how quickly I recover?"l

"And here I thought that perhaps you had gone soft in the past two years. I'm glad to see that you did miss me, and for more than the ability to sniff out a money making deal." She practically cooed and unless you looked at her eyes, you would think that she was being sweet. But it was definitely Cora that looked at him. It was Cora that waited to see what was next.

 

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Money? She mentioned money, is that all she was back for? Quintin suddenly felt violated, used. Cora didn't really want him she wanted him to give her a way to make money, well he could do that but she'd have to earn that money, on her back, but he wanted her to pay him and she could do that on her back as well or on her hands and knees, however he chose.

"On your back Cora, you cheap little slut. I'm ready for you again."

He spat the words out venomously and threw her backwards onto the bed and forced her legs apart. He wanted that hot little hole and he was going to take it, he was going to fuck it until she cried for him to stop but Cora had never asked him to stop. She was an out and out slut who believed all she had to do was open her legs. This time though, this time he wouldn't stop until he heard her pleading with him.

He pinned her underneath him and ruthlessly he rammed her in one vicious thrust pushing her up the bed with her tits bouncing wildly. With her wrists still tied she could do nothing to stop him from taking his anger out on her body. He rammed and pounded her hot sweet hole and sank his teeth into the soft white flesh of her neck, he slapped and punched her firm tits gouged his fingers into her bucking hips, but she only moaned and whimpered to him, no sign of wanting him to stop. He had found it exciting and exhilarating but his stamina ran out and he had to cum, depositing his sperm deep inside her.

"My God Cora I never expected you to last, you're one hell of a ride."

He lay gasping beside her.

"You mentioned money, well there are various ways a woman with your looks can make money, for all I know you have tried them but I can find you clients who will pay a lot of money for someone of your talents, of course I would require special privileges. Interested?"