Fashion is Our Name Pt. 07

"Oh, Clarissa, I was so sore, I couldn't sit for days. And the worst part, I deserved it for saying foolish things."

I excused myself so they could dress in peace. Taking my running shoes and heading out, I was a hundred yards down the road when a hard slap came on my butt.

She was giving me that saucy look I knew so well. "You are fixing to tan my hide again?"

I increased the pace and she just pulled a yard ahead, gazing back with a smirk. "A lightweight, am I? Which categories are those?"

She was very smart in her homegrown way, and very beautiful, and knew she had a special hold on me. If we had been in school together, I would have been on my knees proposing long ago. I gave up the chase and lapsed into a comfortable pace. I was tense and full of energy thinking about the excitement of starting a company staffed with beautiful women. How long could this go on?

She led into the neighboring woods and stopped. "You have threatened to take me against an oak tree. Well, here we are." She pulled her top and sports bra off and leaned back on the bark, her chest still heaving with exertion. If ever there was a sight to tempt the aggressive male, this was it.

"Do you really want sex, or just a chance to beat on me for my misdeeds?"

I moved into her arms and she bit my ear. I jerked and held her tighter, the bare chest hot.

"Being with you makes me horny. Do you feel the same way, or am I just one of the girls, now that there are so many, including the glamorous Clarissa with the great body and the architecture degree?"

"You already know you are required to enter university. Your rear hasn't seen anything of my hand if you think I am not going to discipline you for failing grades."

"So, classes and homework and modeling? Is that it?"

Her head was back, the deep brown eyes challenging me. And looking young and vulnerable and loving at the same time.

I tightened my arms. "When you are feisty like this, you drive me crazy. I can't decide whether to beat you or ravish you or what."

She whispered, "All of the above. Adrian, I love you and want you, even if there are all these other fancy women around." Her tongue gently traced my lips.

I took her hand and walked us silently along the path, trading hip bumps and kisses.

"I know what you are thinking." She gave me a sad smile.

"You are thinking how you would like to just run away somewhere with me. But your life and my life are too complicated. It wouldn't be fair to run away from our commitments to our friends. The love you have from this group of women. Their trust in your leadership."

We stopped and hugged, both teary. Almost the youngest, she was one of the strongest.

We started to jog back the way we had come. "You have wonderful fashion sense. Would you design a special jacket or fleece, with a logo, with both men's and women's styles?"

She cuffed my head, "You want FION to compel loyalty with a jacket?"

I cuffed her back, "You know what I mean. It's recognition for the hard work."

"I'll get help from the others. If it is nice, especially the ladyÕs version, the customers are going to want to buy them."

"I hadn't thought about that. We need some special color or other customization for the staff."

She cuffed me again just as we arrived at the door of the Inn, and I raised my arm threateningly.

She stepped into my arms, gave me a quick tongue kiss, and said, "See, if I hadn't chased you on your run, you would not have had this fine idea about the jackets."

I pinched her bottom and we went in.

Chapter 20 - A Trip to the Continent

Anne and Nicole were having a drink and motioned me over. I pointed at my sweaty self and upstairs, but they shook their heads. I took a glass and poured myself white wine. It tasted excellent after the run. I closed in on them and rubbed sweat on their necks. Hands came up to beat me. "Think you can wander in and overcome us with male aroma? Sit!"

"We are thinking there may have to be a trip to eastern Europe to display clothes at a few select shops. Adele will introduce us. An interesting way to check on certain rumors. We could take a dress for my cousin. I don't know if she has a man friend these days, but if not, we could turn you loose on her."

"She is going to take you to the loo and accuse you of robbing the cradle."

"We will go to a nightclub. You will dance and rub a big hard cock on her thigh."

"Ha. Are you helping me shower? Checking my size?"

"No. You are too awful. Find Clarissa. She needs you again." They smirked at me.

Clarissa was in the bedroom. "Oh hi, I'm just trying to write down good ideas I've gotten this weekend." She looked at me, pulling off my running clothes, and sniffed. "You are nice and ripe."

"I was told to come up and attack you." I pulled her into my arms, smearing sweat on her front. Her arms went around my neck and she mumbled something. My hands worked her clothes off and pressed us tighter. Her sex was rubbing on my hard cock.

"This is like a honeymoon, where the husband gets the bride so sore she can hardly walk?"

"Do you want me to leave you alone?"

"God no. Hand me that tube."

A generous squirt went up between her lips. She guided my middle finger into her and said, "Work it around. Gently."

Her tongue found its way to my lips. "Now take me to the shower with you."

FION had an excellent architect, whose sexual liberation was happening in my arms and on the end of my cock. With her hands against the tile shower wall, she asked several times for more and shuddered through an orgasm each time. Finally, I took firm hold of the impressive tits and filled her with a great thrust up through my legs that lifted her into the air.

"Aieee. Oh, Adrian, I am completely wrecked." Her eyes were closed and she was collapsed in my arms. Anne was back in the room, dressing for dinner, when I entered with the comatose body.

"What have you done to her, Adrian, the poor woman."

Anne went to kiss Clarissa's hand, but got pulled down into a clinch. "Yes, the poor woman. Fucked over the moon."

The two of them lay back with slitted eyes, and gazed on the limp prick I was fondling. I made a threatening gesture and they laughed. "Look at him. No life in that thing." I leapt on top of the curvacious bodies and growled. They pulled my hair, made low noises in their throats, and said, "Let us dress. We aren't only about sex here."

Yes, I said to myself, not only about sex. Someone, mainly me, needed to turn down the thermostat.

Dinner was at the FION table again. Quiet little conversations taking place over wonderful food. I thought about the ever growing threads of activity and realized they had to stop all pointing at me. Adrian had to get organized...

Later, I lay in bed with Anne, Helen and Inish. The wildness of the last days was worked out of us. I pressed Anne's back to my front. She wiggled her butt against me. "Hmmm."

I whispered in her ear, "Duchess, we can't hide from the world."

She turned over and squeezed my hand. "I've been waiting for you to say that." She touched my lips gently. "You are so young, and so loving, I couldn't bring myself to bother you with all our loose ends."

Helen and Inish were wrapped in each other and muttered, "Loose ends."

I raised my voice, "After all, the models must be beaten into shape, and dressed properly. We are selling clothes, not skin."

They sat up, their nothing tits beaming at us. "Not selling skin?"

Anne pulled them in. "You are not for sale. Too valuable."

Helen fell on me, laughing, "No one's ever told me I was too valuable to sell!"

It was my turn to sit up in the dimness of the night light. The bodies of FION's models twisted and turned under my hands. I promised myself this was not going to end in another round of sex.

"When we get to London, there has to be a council of war about how to run the company. You can't look to me for every decision."

"You mean there have to be bosses? Plural?"

I did some soft tickling and the bodies twisted and giggled again.

"Bosses," I said definitively.

(cont'd in Part 8 - Meetings in London)