Masters And Lovers 1-4

James

“Got your stuff?”

Charlotte jams her hard hat and steel-toed boots into a bag, then patting at pockets does a visible phone, purse, notebook, pen check. “Yes, got everything. You good to go?”

“Yes, let’s get moving. I don’t want to be late.”

We head down, Charlotte stepping out of the elevator ahead of me and heading smartly for the door.

Ben’s there, talking to Kirstie. He’s smiling but she looks uncomfortable, although Ben seems not to notice.

His smile fades as he sees me.

“Oh hello, Ben. I didn’t know you were around,” says Charlotte. “Are you here to see me for something?”

He replies to her politely enough, but his eyes are on me and are not friendly. “No, I just called by to say hello to Kirstie.”

This isn’t the place for an argument….

I switch on ‘polite but cool’ mode myself. “Hello, Ben. Charlotte and I just going out on-site.”

“Really? What’s happening on-site?”

What’s wrong with the man?

“We’re getting the ground-works set out for the new retail complex.”

“So, what’s Charlotte got to do with that?”

Ahhh…. Gotcha….

Stupid bastard….

She’s going to be spending time with the surveyors over the next few days to learn what their job involves…. I assume

has the grace to blush.

on

door closes behind us, Charlotte turns back to me, looking worried. “You don’t think he wants to make

so let’s

*****

Twenty-Nine Years Ago

tall, statuesque almost. Long copper-red hair

do what they need to. The skirt is short and clingy, displaying long legs and a great ass. The halter neck plunges to the front and the wide vinyl

Come fuck me….

get back on the street again for the next one. On the other hand, if she catches them on the way into the bars, they have more money in

Swings and roundabouts….

headlights as they come down

the other girls have a man back there. It’s

Taking her money….

her what

can tell Mitch what to

He’s alright this one. And he’s usually happy enough just to pound away, so she lets him get

He’s taking a while….

him, digging long painted nails into his hair, and reaching up to

Long enough….

was great, but….” She straddles him…. “Let

“Sure thing, doll.”

She locks eyes with him. Most of them seem to like that. After a minute or two, he groans and judders. When she’s sure he’s done, she lifts away and grabs for

he says, pulling

Marc. You know where

the sound of splashing water. She dresses, checks her make-up in the blotched mirror,

thin roll of notes there, adds the two left

later, she’s