Fashion is Our Name Pt. 07

"Why do you put up with all the punching and beating?"

"Remember when I said if we were going to be friends, you had to promise to be direct?"

"Yes."

"When you are wound up about something, does it help to get your body going on mine?"

"Yes. Yes, it does and you are a devil for exploiting our feelings and reducing us to tears and loving you."

"So, who wins with the wrestling and beating?"

"We all do, damn you."

She spent the rest of the walk back beating on me and sniffling. When the boys asked what was wrong, she said, "Nothing. This is just my way of telling Adrian how happy I am. He understands."

When I had them up in my arms, William whispered, "Adrian, is it ok for us to beat on Mom to tell her how happy we are?"

Their mother was blushing, and I said, "Absolutely ok, but you can't ever do it when you are mad about something or mad at her. Only when you are happy."

"Ok. Mom, come closer so we can tell you how happy we are."

She danced away, "You are villains, just like your daddy, Adrian."

The boys were delivered into the hands of one of Mary's young maids, and we were instructed that buffet lunch for our group would be on the patio.

For a weekend, a lot of work was going on. Vicky and Molly were having a seminar with Inish and Helen and Nicole about turning design into cut fabric, and then into finished clothing. If FION was going to increase output, some of the commercial techniques had to be introduced. The challenge was to maintain the handmade quality of what they did today, but find efficiencies with better machines and organization. The three models were crucial to the effort, because they were on both sides of the company. Participating in design and fabric selection, but also wearing the result and marketing it.

Anne and I sipped some cold Reisling and listened from the edge of the circle. Her hand was on top of mine on top of my thigh. She leaned over and whispered, "That enthusiasm is wonderful, you have to keep it going."

I mouthed at her. "Me?"

She moved her hand up my thigh and repeated in a normal voice, "You." Her face and eyes were devilish and sinister.

She drew me up and walked us to the edge of the patio. "Hold still," and gave my hair a vicious yank.

"Ouch." What was that for?"

"Keep looking out at the country. Pretend I am lecturing you about something and telling you to behave, which I am."

"I'm certainly glad I am going to Oxford if this is what Cambridge lectures are like."

She doubled over with laughter and kicked my shin.

"Woman, I can exact retribution."

"I know, I know. What I am trying to tell you is that you are the cheerleader and the bandleader of FION. In addition to your loving skills, you have to be everywhere at once with compliments and tiny informal suggestions and a kiss or two."

"Before I put you over my knee as a form of compliment, tell me what the Vice President for Marketing is going to be doing while I am everywhere at once?"

"If I tell them you are being bad, they will help me tie you down like Gulliver and leave you to suffer."

She turned and took me in a full body press with a scorching tongue kiss. Steam rose. Calls from across the patio inquired what the problem was.

She walked back and joined the group. "He was being Adrian. Impossible." They all laughed, even me.

Clarissa and Milton showed up and I joined them, bringing glasses and the wine bottle. "A little Reisling with lunch?"

They both accepted and we went into talk immediately about the projects, and what I could do to assist. They thanked me for the timely checks they had received, saying architects spent an unfortunate amount of time collecting on their invoices.

Milton was pleased with the French cottage remodeling. "Hugh's son is doing an admirable job, being careful but also working fast. He is concentrating on the new roof, since we want to be dried in before major work begins inside."

Clarissa added, "We are having good luck in London as well. The young contractor is trying to build his reputation by going all out with our job."

Clarissa's face had heightened color, and I wondered if there was any spark between them. Milton was a nice enough guy, if a little subdued for my taste.

A long family table was assembled for lunch and we sat down. The twins got their special high chairs at one end and chattered away about their morning adventure. Anne sat next to me, asking quietly what happened to the picnic. I whispered back that we needed to stay with the group since the recent chemistry was so powerful. She pressed my hand in agreement. "We shall see if a bike ride works later."

Indeed it did. As soon as the boys were down for their nap, four bikes were found, and I put some essentials into a pack. Inish had told Helen about a new route, and we set off to the west. Surrounded by three beautiful women with their hair flying in the breeze, I felt exceptionally fortunate.

After twenty minutes, we came up on a wood, and Helen turned into a side path that led into the gloom. The dirt was fine, with potholes here and there to be avoided. Helen's slim form was full of energy and we pushed deeper into the forest, which had not been cut for a very long time.

Surprisingly, the way opened onto the edge of a reasonably sized pond, speckled with sun. The bank in front of us was grassy, a perfect spot for a relaxed conversation about spies, spying and Philip.

I spread a large blanket and put the snacks in the middle. With my mouth half full, I said to Nicole, "We are here to have a conversation about Philip. I've learned some things from Anne, and the three of us thought you should know."

My lover and step-mother took my hand in hers and said, "I hope this isn't more troublesome news."

Anne reached a reassuring hand, and said, "We don't really know more than you do, but there is some background that might be helpful."

She went on to carefully repeat the story she had told me, which Nicole absorbed without comment until the part about Amelia.

"The man at our house said the remains and possessions came from the Czechs. What do you suppose that means?

I said, "We can ask Tom Carruthers about it, although he said he disliked intelligence work."

Helen had been quiet, but spoke up, "Nicole, this seems a bad piece of business. I admire your courage." Her eyes were glistening.

Nicole moved to Anne and embraced her. "You are kind to reveal your involvement to us. I know you are not permitted to do that. Please trust me, I will be completely protective of your privacy."

Anne hugged back, and said, "Your miserable step son said the same thing to me, and made me cry."

While we were pondering the impenetrable mysteries of Philip, Helen stood, dropping her clothes, and said, "It is time for a swim. I will test the bottom."

Her beautiful womanly body, framed against the water and forest beyond, was a treasure to behold. She cast a seductive look over her shoulder, and crooked a beckoning finger at us.

Nicole began undoing her blouse but stopped and said, "I am not freezing in the pond. Tell us it is warm."

Helen went into her knees and declared, "Sandy bottom and warm water. Come on." She dove forward and splashed out towards the middle.

Nicole said to me, threateningly, "You are not going to lie there and voyeur naked women. Get your clothes off."

I took a running dive and sent a great wave washing over them. Shrieks greeted me. I was in fantasyland, cavorting with naked women in a secret pond. Each got a hug, a kiss and a pinch.

"I'll have you all! What do you think you are doing, trespassing on the Duke's property?"

There were no towels, but four wiggling bodies let the sun dry us. I tortured their parts and let my tongue loose.

They placed Helen on my chest and climbed behind, hands on breasts, laughing and squeezing. Her plump sex hardened me. I reached forward with my head, tongue leading, barely touching her pink clit.

"Oh, he is bad! Adrian, get your tongue out of there."

Someone had me in their mouth and the pressure for a general loving was building. They lined their fine behinds, as instructed, and I worked them over, claiming each was better than the last. But the sun and warmth relaxed me to the point of simply gathering them close and dozing a bit, with small quiet noises in the air.

The sun was lower when a voice said, "Ravished by the guardian of the forest. What a terrible fate."

"Aren't we supposed to resist?"

"He is warm and tender and has a very nice weapon. Can we take him home with us?"

The ride back to the Inn was slow and lovely. They took turns maneuvering around to catch my hand for a squeeze, their damp hair in tangles. Never did a young lad deserve such handmaidens. Harsh thoughts about spying were driven from my mind.

On the patio, Inish was modeling a very flattering black sheath dress. She had on heels which tipped her hips, and flattered the drape of the fabric. Molly and several of her sewing friends were discussing details of construction. I sat on the edge of the group and tried to be professional around women whose charms I had shared and hoped to share again.

I asked, "Do you cut the fabric for a woman assuming she will be wearing heels?"

Inish smiled and twirled. "Adrian, am I looking ok in this dress?"

"You are very saucy, and if it wouldn't break up the meeting, I would have you upstairs in a second."

Molly laughed and answered, "Adrian, it depends on the dress. This one is obviously for a woman in a professional setting, or perhaps a cocktail reception, and we assume she would be standing and walking in heels. You have a keen eye to see that the tilt of the hips makes a difference. This one here, of course, has such ridiculous hips, you can't tell a thing."

Inish glared and I said, "Yes. That is my next question. We are lucky that our models are very athletic. They run right by me, straight as an arrow, no hip wagging, and everything trim as can be. Are we going to sell to that segment of the market?"

Inish and Helen had me between them, a hard grip on my hair. "Are you insulting us?"

Anne and Nicole were close, "Yes, are you insulting us too?"

"Actually, I was thinking that we could do a special marketing effort to young women who are into sports. We could have a brochure showing them running, rowing, biking and so on. Then several pages of the same bodies well turned out in our dresses, with stockings, makeup and attractive jewelry."

Vicky was clapping and laughing. "Gotcha! Terrific idea, as usual, Adrian. Do we send you out to recruit the proper shapes?"

The athletes were pounding on me. "Bad, bad, bad. You are not getting out of our sight on any recruiting trips."

"What about the necessary measuring of the female jock bodies?" I raised my hands to caress the chests and hips of the ones around me. The Duchess leaned on me, "I told them you are impossible. Everything with this group seems to result in a terrible turn on."

I put my head down and said I would behave. There was a discussion about petite sizes, meaning heavy bodied women, and uncomfortable sighs. Vicky said, "We will be diplomatic and say unfortunately our design efforts have not reached into petite as yet, but would they like to consult our custom design service?" Laughs about that, and then more discussion about when serious efforts to build inventory would begin. Milton and Clarissa had joined the group and said their completion dates were two to three months away. Anne rose, her fingers twined in my long hair, and said, "We want to build demand, but not frustration about inability to buy our goods. Let's continue to concentrate on selected clients and make sure they are provided dresses that they wear in public and to select private gatherings. I will work with the models on that part. I may even find some models for the new line of sophisticated wear for athletes."

She jerked on my hair and added, "This one is going to be kept under strict control." She pushed my head down and kissed the back of my neck. In a low voice, she said to the group, "He is brilliantly smart and incredibly handsome, and he is ours." There were murmurs of approval.

Upstairs, afterwards, the four athletes had me in their bedroom, stripping me naked and themselves too. I was given a tape measure and a pad to write on. Anne said, "I'm curious about our body ratios. You are to take our measurements, without attacking us, and we will do some comparisons."

Molly and Vicky walked by, and she called them in. "He may be right about our jock bodies. I'm making him take measurements, without attack, so we can look at ratios. The two of you have proper bodies for a woman, instead of the mess we are. Would you let him measure you?"

Inish and Helen hugged each other and said, "Yes, we are a mess," and giggled loudly. I was very embarrassed, because I was on my knees, with a very hard cock pointing towards the ceiling, with a tape measure around the best parts of very desirable women.

Nicole pointed and said, "At least he seems to appreciate us."

Mary came in with a bottle of wine and tray of glasses. "What is he up to now?"

Vicky said, "Anne has him measuring our bodies for the difference between female athletes and regular females, as she calls us. Why don't you let him measure your regular body? It's very nice. In fact, it is adorable, as you know from his attentions to you."

Mary blushed and slowly unveiled the regular body. Inish and Helen, done being measured, sat on the floor and pestered me. I was able to finish Mary and give her a nice pat on her rear when the two young devils dove for my crotch, tongues wagging. The others sat on the bed and watched, sipping their wine.

The two cock lickers kept on, their white behinds prominently in the air. I pulled them up, backs against my chest and asked, "Do our models get to misbehave like this, or should they be paddled?"

They squeaked and squirmed, but my grip was fierce. I nipped at their necks and pinched brown nipples. Clarissa walked in, observed the scene and decided she needed to be naked also. With her wine, she joined the spectators on the bed.

I pressed the two to the floor, with a leg across them, and said, "If you don't behave, you will surely be unable to sit very soon. They relaxed and giggled.

"Clarissa, Anne has me doing a scientific study. Please come over and get measured."

She looked at the nods and approached me hesitantly. I said, "It's ok. They have threatened dire punishment if I take liberties." I did my measurements and added them to the list. "What if I ask for liberties?"

Amid laughter, I pulled her down on top of the two wenches. "Are we still working on your sex deficit? Last evening was not adequate?"

She laughed and rubbed on the nice bodies she lay on.

Vicky said, "Look at her. Like a cat in heat. How can we let her do architecting for us?"

I lifted Clarissa from the floor and delivered her aroused body to the many hands sitting on the bed. They went to work, assuring her that sex deficits were not allowed. I was headed down the hall to the shower when she cried out in orgasm.

Anne was first to corner me, pressing her messy wet head into my shoulder. "Hold me." She was shaking and I couldn't tell what was going on. The hot water beat on us, and the shaking diminished and stopped. "Wash my hair please. The pond made a mess."

She was in a fountain of suds when Helen climbed in. "Ooh, I like showering with my brother and sister." Her hand firmly stroked me. I was enjoying the sudsy feel of her boobs when more bodies appeared. Vicky announced, "There is going to have to be a community shower if this keeps up."

Somehow, everyone got clean. Anne climbed between my legs and handed me the dryer, a brush and a comb. Helen sat on a towel and lotioned herself and Anne, and the parts of me she could reach. Its perfume was strong.

"Oh, you are making me into a ladies' maid, complete with fragrance."

Helen's fingers clamped on me fiercely. "This has to come off. We will have to make do with plastic!"

Fortunately for me, equally fierce voices claimed my manhood was essential.

Her blond hair looking fabulous again, Anne reached into her purse and handed me a small calculator and my pad. "Get to work and read us those ratios."

"All of your breast to hip ratios fall in the range .90 - .95. What do the dress designers make of that?"

There was a lot of naked womanflesh perched around the room, and Vicky said, "Too fit. Too fit by far. Come over here, Mary."

She took her friend's body across her knees and applied hands, poking and prodding. Mary shuddered gently and let out a low moan. Vicky gestured and I approached, using my tongue on her neck and my fingers to brush lightly across her breasts.

"Ah, mistress, this is terrible torture, exposing my poor body to him."

I picked her up, retired to a distant chair and sat with the Innkeeper straddled across my knees. My hands on her chest held tight. I whispered in her ear. "I'm yours whenever you ask."

She shook and wiggled and laughed. "Oh, he has turned me into a helpless victim for his loving." Her hand felt beneath us to find my ready cock.

She faced the room with a sultry look, "I don't suppose you will allow me to take him away for a nap?"

Cheers and whoops greeted us. Inish wagged her finger at her pink female boss of the Inn, "You are in charge, he must obey!"

We went searching for a room with more cheers behind us.

Her legs were wrapped tightly around me as she ducked under my neck and asked, "Adrian, you terrible devil, what is this about?"

At the end of the corridor was a small room with a twin bed. I lay us down with her still in my arms and covered her face with kisses. "You have been doing yeoman work here, while the rest are chasing around England. There is a famous saying about "Those who..."

She buried herself on my length, mumbling, "Adrian, you still make each of us feel special. I could have a terrible good cry right now, but dinner has to go in the oven or the Inn will be late with meals."

She made as if to leave, but my firm hand on her muscled globe held her in place. "You are special. When do I get to sample your charms again?"

"Perhaps dinner should be late, or..."

"Yes, sneak into my room tonight and take me by surprise."

She wobbled off to dress, and I went back to the guest bedroom. Smiles greeted my arrival. They were dressing, slowly. Clarissa was leaning over, putting feet into panties, when she found herself across my knees and a hard hand descending on her behind, already pink from previous torture.

"Adrian!" she screamed, "I am terribly sore back there."

I turned her over and kissed her hard. She sagged back in my arms, "I deserve a new attack? Did Mary send you away?"

"I am just saying thank you to the world's most beautiful architect who is doing fabulous work for our inept little fashion enterprise."

Anne and Helen and Inish sat on the floor and delivered more kisses and caresses. "Yes. Fabulous work."

She leaned back with closed eyes and a big smile. "Hmmm. Girls do like compliments."

"Anne whispered to me that we should recruit you to be a model. Not a sexy lightweight like these two, but a professional woman wearing our clothes because they flatter her fine body and impress clients."

"Ohhh, I can't stand this. He has sex oozing from every pore. I've never thought of wanting to be seduced, but it's different with him. His look, his lips, his voice saying incredible intimate things in your ear..."

I was getting dark looks from the others. Inish said, "Yes, he is a complete rogue. A true menace. We have to join together to resist his advances."

I said, "Inish, tell her what happened the last time you got carried away with feminist nonsense."