A Mysterious Colleague

"I know all about her having been a call girl and it makes no difference to me."

This admittance at first caused the stalker to pause but he rapidly recovered enough to retaliate.

"Well it might not at the moment while you still lust after her body but what about in the future when thoughts of her past begin to gnaw away at you."

Martin stepped back as he recognised the irrefutable truth contained in the man's argument but he had promised Jennie to intervene so he was now forced to resort to the ultimate weapon.

"You have no idea what trouble you could be in from her family. If I was in your shoes I would be very afraid."

"This is England laddie. Why would I be afraid?"

"If you force Jennie into telling her father about the threat you have made than I fear for your life. It wont be a case of a few broken bones, you will just disappear off the face of the earth."

"And why should I believe such melodramatic nonsense?" He was now all but laughing in Martin's face.

"Because I know his reputation and in your shoes I would be scared shitless."

Okay this was laying it on a bit thick but his threat was clearly not worrying the stalker who merely sneered in disbelief as he ducked under Martin's arm before hurrying away down the street.

"Were you watching?" he said to Jennie as she closed the door behind him.

"Of course, but do you think there's any conceivable chance that you succeeded?"

"I don't honestly know. He's clearly obsessed with you but whether the combined threat of me and your father will frighten him off only time will tell."

Impulsively she pulled him close and kissed him softly leaving Martin weak kneed and with an instant erection.

"Thank you for trying." She whispered in his ear before releasing him.

Then, thinking that the so called 'date' was now over, he made a move to depart but Jenny laid a hand on his arm and gave him a look of melting appeal.

"Will you stay the night please Martin. I would sleep a lot easier if I knew you were here to protect me."

"Sure if that's what you want." The decision for him was a no brainer.

"You can use the guest bedroom and as my father spared no expense with the place then I'm sure the bed will be very comfortable."

She showed him to his room and in the ensuite bathroom opened a cabinet to disclose all the toiletries which he might conceivably need. Then with a peck on the cheek she left him alone.

Martin was woken by a hand squeezing his shoulder. He swam up from the depths of a deeply lascivious dream only to find the subject of his fantasy standing next to the bed.

"He's back."

"Who."

"Mr. Fisher, if that's his real name."

"You mean that bloke who's been following you."

"Of course. Who do you think I'm talking about?"

"Sorry to be so dense," he muttered, "I'm still half asleep."

Martin hauled himself out of bed quite forgetting that he was completely naked then to his embarrassment realised his erection was now full in her face. But Jennie's only reaction was to hand him a dressing gown before pulling him through to her bedroom and then over to a window which overlooked the street.

In the light from a street lamp he could see the stalker clearly. The man was staring up at the apartment and Martin sensed defeat.

"Well so much for my warnings. Now you have no choice but to involve your father despite my fears for the health of that raving idiot."

"You're right. I think it's the only solution left to me. I can't risk details of my past spreading round the firm and worse still then being broadcast in the tabloid press."

"The press?" Tom was clearly still half asleep.

"It's inevitable once someone discovers my relationship to the Sheik."

"Oh of course. But how soon can you get hold of him?" He was also very conscious that she only had the rest of the weekend before the stalker could make contact with the partners in the office.

"What's the time now," she looked at her bedside clock, "6 am. Okay so its about 9 am in Doha. I can get him in an hour, at the worst two, so lets have some tea while we wait."

But as they passed the door to his room she stopped and turned so that they were face to face.

"I'm sorry that I interrupted something when I woke you."

He coloured to the roots of his hair and she put her hand on his now vanished erection.

"Shall I do something about it? You will find that I'm very experienced."

He managed to get out a strangled "No everything's fine," before she sought to calm any fears he might be labouring under.

"I'm quite clean you know. I've never had any sexual deceases."

"Much as I might like that, it doesn't seem the time or the place?"

She smiled and he followed her through to the kitchen area feeling totally surreal. In less than twelve hours this retiring young woman had gone from an unknown cipher to being an ex-prostitute with a stalker, then a woman with an amazing penthouse apartment straight out of the design magazines, followed by having a father who appeared to be little better than a fabulously wealthy gangster, and to top it all she had just offered to deal with his sexual frustration.

Jennie, or was she now Yasmina, brewed a pot of Assam and then sat next to him before impulsively linking her arm in his.

"Look Martin, there's something else that I must tell you."

"Oh shit," was forced out of him and she giggled when he tried to move away.

"No, it's nothing that you will dislike." He subsided and she pulled his arm back into hers before continuing. "I've known ever since we first met that you fancy the pants off me," now she was squeezing his arm against a firm little breast whose erect nipple poked at his bicep, "but I had made a vow that I would never mix sex with my job."

He disengaged himself then, knowing he was getting over-excited by the close proximity of this delectable body covered only by a thin silk robe. In a doomed effort to cool his ardour he actually moved to a seat well away.

"Now I've offended you." Jennie's statement was way wide of the mark but Martin made no attempt to put her right as he hung on her every word. "But that doesn't mean that I wasn't affected by your obvious worship of me. In fact I was very flattered."

He still said nothing although thinking all this sounded like mere sympathy. She seemed in turn to divine his suspicions.

"Martin, it's not pity that I feel. Despite my vow not to get involved in an office affair I do rate you, in fact I think you're a very fit bloke. Do you work out?" He nodded and she continued. "And you're very good looking...like all the girls in the office have wet pants for you although you never notice...and you're kind." She giggled at her solemnity, "And, if it helps at all, when I masturbate then it's always you I think about."

This frank admission rendered him speechless until encouraged by her frankness he tried to delve deeper.

"Do you actually have a boy friend?"

"What you mean is do I have sex with anyone?"

"I suppose so." His shamefaced look made her smile again and went some way to breaking the mounting tension.

"No. I went off sex for years after I stopped being a call girl."

She then moved to sit beside him once again.

"I was off it completely all the time I was at University but later, when my body woke up again, I made do with my own efforts rather than get involved."

As she spoke Jennie wiggled her fingers at him in a parody of female masturbation but this graphic image was too much for Martin who immediately lost the battle with his hormones and felt his erection return in full force. The blood had surged to his groin from all points and he gave up struggling to hide the evidence. But his embarrassment became unnecessary when Jennie simply stood and with her long legs parted straddled his thighs.

With her eyes fixed on his she then freed them both from their robes and sank down to envelop his full length in her already moist vagina. He sucked in a long breath as pleasure enveloped him and she paused seated squarely in his lap with her pelvic floor muscles pulsing.

"I think that this must have been pre-ordained somewhere my love," her arms had stolen around his neck thus presenting her breasts to his face, "fuck me Martin, I have been very foolish to keep us waiting for so long."

At one point after they had fallen to the floor he remembered to ask "Are you on the pill?" and when she urged him on he obeyed without further thought.

Sex with Jennie was all he had ever dreamt it would be but, in the event, far better. Her skin tasted of the orient and the musky smell of her aroused body seemed to drive him on. As she built to an orgasm her movements grew more and more abandoned until he ended up clinging on for dear life with only the strength of his thrusts keeping him in contact.

But eventually three years of desperate wanting finally overcame his resolution and he cried out in exultation before being quickly joined by her own growls of triumph. Sated they lay exhausted and spent but still clutched in each others arms.

So it was much later before she reluctantly pushed him off.

"Lover, it's time to ring my father."

.......................

The ensuing conversation was relatively short, also clearly very much to the point and conducted in a language he could not understand but when she had rung off Jennie came to sit beside him.

She had made the call still entirely naked being clearly happy in her own body and had strode around the living space with the receiver at her ear whilst gesturing emphatically.

Martin had watched mesmerised. Having so often been forced to observe a fully clothed body and having to imagine what was concealed beneath that prosaic office 'uniform' the reality exceeded all his previous fevered thoughts. In Yasmina/Jennie the mixture of Middle Eastern and Noble Scottish bloodlines had combined to produce a peerless beauty and by the time she rejoined Martin he was unashamedly erect once more.

"There'll be somebody calling round within the hour."

She spoke even as her hand dropped to caress his penis. For this reason he struggled with a reply.

"How does he have that sort of power...oh that's very nice...let alone get somebody here so soon?"

"He knows some very strange people and all of them seem to owe him favours."

"So are you Jennie or Yasmina?"

"I was christened Yasmina Jahbibah Harrifa but my aristocratic mother called me Jennie, after her own mother."

"So what nationality are you?"

"I have both a UK residents and a Qatari passport so I'm dual."

He drew a breath to continue but she put a finger to his mouth.

"Stop talking and make love to me again."

This time she was calmer but no less avid. She made him delay his own gratification (in that he was perfectly willing) and showed him how she liked her shaven pussy to be licked so by the time they came together she had already orgasmed once and was well on the way to a second.

"I cant get enough of you my love." She had gasped as they fell back completely satisfied, then roused herself to break free from his embrace. "Come and shower with me."

Later the outer door bell rang and Yasmina listened before pressing the button to let the caller in from the street. She then hurried off to get dressed so it was Martin in a female bathrobe who opened the apartment door to be confronted by a couple of sharply dressed East End lads who both seemed about his own age.

"We're looking for Yasmina Harrifa?" The name was only just understandable being mangled by the thick Essex accent of the speaker.

"She'll be with you in a minute, please come in."

It was Jennie dressed in her office garb rather than Yasmina who finally appeared.

"I'm Ronnie and this is Lennie." Then with the simple introductions made it was Ronnie who carried on. "I understand you've got a problem that needs a quick solution."

Brighter than he first looked thought Martin who had instinctively taken a back seat as Jennie then explained what was needed.

"Understood Lady but when can we cop a look at this geezer?"

"He was outside earlier on although he's gone now but he usually turns up on a Saturday evening and hangs around in a doorway on the other side of the road."

"Okay love, then here's how it'll go down. I'll be back about fivish and when he appears you can point him out. Lennie will be waiting not far away so I can whistle him up on me mobile and that'll be that."

"What will you do to him?" This was Martin's first and only contribution to the conversation.

"Best you don't know nuffing mate," said Lennie paternalistically, "Then you can't get into any trouble wiv the law."

When they had gone Martin managed to get his brain into gear.

"I'll go back to my place now to change my clothes and do a few things but I'll be back before those lads arrive."

"Bring your night clothes if you need them, I really don't want to be alone tonight."

.............................

Martin got back just before Ronnie was expected and looked up and down the street before entering the lobby but could see no sign of the stalker.

This time it was Yasmina rather than Jennie who opened the door and crushed him to her gorgeous body.

"I have been so scared all the while you've been gone."

"He can't get in here unless you let him and you're hardly likely to do that."

"No you're right of course but I suppose it's all beginning to get on top of me."

She was still holding him fiercely and he was in no hurry to break the clinch when the buzzer sounded beside them.

"It's Ronnie, can I come up?"

Yasmina took the first watch at her bedroom window but after an hour of awkward conversation with the monosyllabic hard man Martin went through to relieve her. He did not have long to wait for as it began to get dark the unmistakeable figure appeared and stationed himself opposite.

Ronnie subsequently got a good look in the illumination cast by a nearby street light then used his quick dial to call Lennie.

"He's a bald toff about sixty, wearing a dark military overcoat. Looking from above I reckon he's about five foot eight tall." Ronnie looked at Martin for confirmation and receiving a nod continued into the phone. "And he's skulking in the doorway opposite." Ronnie paused as Lennie was obviously replying then signed off with, "Right, I'll wait in the lobby until I see you arrive."

He then patted Yasmina's hand comfortingly much as if she was his mother, "It'll all be over in ten minutes love and then you can forget about him."

They watched intently from the darkened room as an unremarkable and very dirty white van idled down the deserted street pausing regularly while the driver made a convincing impression of searching for a particular address until it eventually came to a halt by the waiting stalker. The driver got out like a man about to ask for directions but as Ronnie appeared moving swiftly across the street they saw Lennie raise his arm and the sodium light glint on something metallic.

Then the hand came down swiftly and the limp figure of the target slumped into the arms of both men. The last they saw of the stalker was his limp body being bundled unceremonially into the back of the van which then disappeared sedately into the night.

They both breathed out together as the tension slowly dissipated but it was Martin who spoke first.

"Bloody hell fire....they looked as if they might have done that once or twice before."

"Well I think they were ex squaddies. They had SAS written all over them."

The pair went back to the living room and sat speechless for some minutes each busy with their own thoughts. Yasmina however had news for Martin and in time broke the silence.

"My father has phoned me. He will be in London later tonight and we are summoned to meet him in the morning."

"What! Me as well?"

"Both of us."

"Is he okay about me?"

"I got the impression that he is quite pleased with the part you have played and the fact that I told him I love you, but I also think that we have a lot to talk about, don't you?"

"Everything has happened rather suddenly hasn't it?"

"You can say that again...so what if I ring for a take away then we can discuss everything without interruption?"

They argued a little before finally settling on Lebanese food which was delivered within an hour during which time they had already made a sizeable dent in a bottle of Malbec and were well into a duologue.

"I told my father that I love you and it may not have escaped your notice that I have called you "love" or "darling" more than once since last night. So it will make things a lot simpler if I tell you that I have also been in love with you almost since we first met."

"But why didn't you ever say anything, you never gave any clue about how you felt."

"I didn't because I've learnt the hard way to hide my emotions," she was obviously nervous and sought to explain further, "and I'm frightened that you might reject me now you know my history."

"Well you already know I love you, that I love you to the point of distraction, and nothing will change that."

"But would your love survive the future. Say we were to have a serious argument and then you remember that I was a prossie. Would you fling it in my face? Will your love withstand that sort of pressure?"

"It's funny but your stalker made that very comment when I told him I was in love with you. For that reason I've already given the matter considerable thought."

"And what did you decide?" She made no effort to hide her concern but in the end he said everything that she could ever have wished for.

"How do I know how I will feel in the future? Does any of us know? All I'm sure of is that for three years I have loved you to the exclusion of any other woman. During that time I have not slept with or even dreamt of anyone else and I certainly have never met the female who could change my mind."

She looked at him her eyes suddenly brimming with tears which she had to fight back before replying.

"But there's something else as well." Oh god Martin thought, are there more shocking revelations to come, but she continued in the face of his clear uneasiness. "I'm ridiculously wealthy thanks to both my parents. Can you cope with that?"

"I've no idea." In this he was being completely honest. "But as long as you remember that I fell in love with you long before I knew anything about the money then it shouldn't be a problem."

She smiled but then kept up the grilling as if anxious to get everything out in the open.

"Do you want us to get married?"

Martin could not decide what she truly wanted from him so he answered candidly.

"Yes but only when and if you are ready."

She had risen to clear away the remnants of the meal and was now talking as she went back and forth to the kitchen area.

"Perhaps we should just live together until I get my head settled?"

"I would like that."

"But could you bear to leave your place and move in here?"

He laughed out loud.

"I think I might manage to give up my draughty poky flat in favour of all this luxury but I will insist upon paying half the rent."

"There is no rent my darling, only a nominal ground rent and service charge. Thanks to my father I own this place mortgage free."

Later she suggested he came into her bed but in the event they got little rest for there was three years of abstinence to be made up for.

"Do you like my body?" She was either fishing for compliments or for reassurance or maybe a bit of both but his reply surprised her.

"I think you need a touch more flesh around your hips but maybe pregnancy would fix that."

"Oh shit," she buried her head in his shoulder, "Martin, I can't have children."

He was suddenly conscious of her abject misery.

"I was only joking my love, really I was. I don't give a damn about having a child, there's far too many people in the world as it is."