Room 2D

From Blushes 39 Brrrinnnggg. Brrinnnnggg. The phone. Again. Stanley Cardew mutters an expletive under his breath. He has only just replaced the receiver. With an anguished expression he picks it up again. It is a good job he is not an excitable man. ‘Hello. Cardew Partners.’ Forcing his voice into polite, sympathetic tones. He listens. Rolling his eyes. He has heard it before, so many times. The basic problem is that demand greatly exceeds supply. One might imagine in broadly economic terms that for a supplier this would be an ideal situation. But it is not. It simply creates unending hassle, agitation, aggravation. ‘I’m very sorry.’ The tones are kept meek and apologetic. ‘I’m afraid we simply do not have anyone. At the moment.’ There follows the usual response. No one will accept this answer. They all assume there is at least one who must be free. One who is being kept for an especially favoured client. And why should she b...

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From Blushes 60, the first of two parts. A very pretty blonde girl stands by the book shelves in a gentleman’s library. She is not only very pretty but extremely shapely too, a fact which is abundantly clear because a good deal of her is on show. She is wearing a white blouse or shirtwaist but no skirt. A tight white pair of knickers snugly encases womanly hips and bottom and her long shapely legs are in black fishnet stockings fastened with the slim straps of a black suspender belt which tautly span creamy upper thighs. Perhaps her partially clothed state has something to do with the unhappy expression on her face, the anxious look in the big blue eyes. She glances towards the closed door and nervously shifts her weight from one high-heeled shoe to the other. ----//---- ‘Can you spell, Miss Roseley?’ Mr Corfield asked pleasantly. They were in his study, George Corfield sitting behind his desk in his leather chair and the girl...