Ingrams & Assoc 5: Personality Flaws Ch. 02

The next day was a Friday, and April spent most of it frantically trying to catch up with the work missed the day before.

She didn't see Rachael all day, until near the end of the day, when she suddenly showed up, and breathlessly asked April how her trip had gone - had it borne fruit?

April just replied, cryptically, "Too early to tell. I'll update you as soon as I have something concrete to tell you."

And then Rachael had announced that she was not working this weekend, and was instead taking April on a quick tour of where she had come from; where she grew up. She needed a quick trip down memory lane, and April was going to see a bit of 'real England' over the weekend. She'd be picking her up at nine am, so be ready. She was evidently going to tolerate no argument. Not that she ever did.

April raised her eyebrows at that, but went along with it since any time spent with Rachael was good time, both from a professional perspective and because she genuinely liked her.

That night, April left early and headed into London, to be fresh at the Dorchester. She arrived at the hotel and booked into her room - just in case - made her phone call to Ingrams in the US, a phone call that had without doubt gone decidedly up in tone and playfulness since Desirea had been found - and presented herself at The Bar, - which she discovered was the actual name of the bar at the Dorchester -, waiting for her date.

The man in question, one Eric Reiner, arrived on time, dressed in a grey suit, and looking every inch the man about town. If he looked any more perfect as "The Businessman on the Move", he'd have been in a Sears Catalog. He was tall, with ruffled blond hair, blue eyes and was clean-shaven. He had a twinkle in his eyes that said he knew what he looked like, and he was going to have some fun with you because of it. It wasn't an arrogant look; it was more "Man-About-Town" outside mixed with "I'm-twelve" inside. His appearance and behavior screamed, "I'm just a beautiful naughty lost boy you need to mother."

April could quite see how women would fall for this man's manner.

She was sitting at the bar having a cocktail - something weird with peach schnapps in it, that the barman had made on the fly for her - when he arrived, scanning everyone in the bar. He clocked April and smiled, and made a beeline for her.

"Miss Carlisle?" he asked, in a deep baritone that matched his appearance. Add in the British accent, well, it was definitely enough to bypass a girl's reasoning centers, although April had to remind herself that those from England wouldn't care about the accent as much as colonials like her.

She gave Eric a smile. "That would be me, yes."

"Good, I didn't want to be late. What are you drinking there? It looks quite interesting?"

"I've no idea to be honest. It's got schnapps in it, and that's about all I know," she replied, swiveling on her stool to the bar, as Eric sat down next to her. He didn't attempt to touch her or shake hands, she noted. Good. Not overly familiar.

"Might I get one? It's been a long day..."

April waved at the barman, pointed at her drink and said, "Another for my friend here..."

"So," she said, turning to Eric. "Long day?"

"Yes, I manage a few properties around town. Dealing with tenants all day can be quite exhausting. 'Can you deal with the squeaky door please?' 'What if we took this wall out, would that be alright?' 'We'd really like to paint this house fuchsia. Such a pretty color, don't you think?'" He did the last with nasal impressions of women's voices, scrunching up his face as he did it. April couldn't help but laugh.

Eric Reiner didn't just manage several properties, he owned them. His family owned several very prestigious addresses around the city of London, enough for him to survive and flourish on the rents. It enabled him to live nicely without a full time job, so he could focus on his principle hobby; seducing women. He was reputed to be very good at it. Mark had known of Eric Reiner as a possible contractor they might need one day - the day had arrived.

They got their drinks, and after they finished, they walked down a flight of steps to the Grill Room at the Dorchester for dinner.

At no point was the actual task required discussed - April had made it clear to Mark, she wanted this evening to be a date. To see how he performed. He was there to seduce April; to show him what he was capable of.

They talked about being in the UK, the differences from the US - he had spent time in Boston, New York and Dallas and was able to intelligently and amusingly talk about the cultural differences.

At one point, during dinner, he noticed the ring she wore - one of her few things from her mother. She almost never wore it, certainly not when on task. But just this once she'd brought it with her, since this mission was just so different. She could actually be herself, and so she decided she was going to be. All in.

He asked to see it, April nodded her permission, and he picked up her hand to examine it. It was a classic move that broke the touching taboo between two people, in a non-threatening manner. Very smooth. He was then able to them move seamlessly into other touching - when they got up after dinner, he was able to take her arm, put his hand into the small of her back, which was a very intimate gesture, and get away with it, since it was a natural escalation.

They walked up to the stairs and went back to The Bar, and sat having drinks. He insisted on a decent bottle of champagne, and April observed that while he drank a couple of flutes, he kept her glass topped up.

And she was feeling no pain. She was amusing herself, making mental note after mental note to herself about his behavior, how she would have done it differently. She even learned a couple of moves she'd not seen before. He was, all in all, pretty good. From her perspective, it was quite interesting to be on the receiving end of such a professional seduction. The professional in her kept dissecting his approach, but the woman in her - and possibly the alcohol in her - just enjoyed being on the receiving end.

Inevitably, the evening wound down, and he very definitely made it her choice about inviting him up to her room. She appreciated that he'd set up the situation where she'd want to, but it still was up to her. If she said no, he'd leave with good graces. Probably kissing her hand or something.

She rose, just a very little unsteadily, and he was there to steady her. She looked at his face and thought, 'well we've come this far girl, let's see how good he is in the sack!"

"Shall we...?" she said, with a flirty smile, hooking a stray tuft of hair out of her face and behind her ear.

"Lead on, my lady," he said, allowing her to walk first.

They made it to the elevator - lift; they were in England - when she stopped, pressed the button and then she turned and said, "How was it? Up to scratch?"

Eric looked confused. "How was what?"

"My ass. You've been checking it out the whole walk to the elevator."

He laughed very briefly.

"You'll be pleased to note that I was not, indeed, the only one. You've been helped on your way by at least five other pairs of eyes at my count. I would imagine you must weigh at least twenty pounds less on that walk, with all the eyeball pressure."

She looked at him, and chuckled. "Good answer."

The sex was more than adequate. It was an interesting situation. It was mechanical on her part - there was no emotion at all. It was an audition for him, nothing more. Her body responded, but her intellect held itself apart, judging his technique, his positioning, how he responded to her.

That wasn't to say she didn't respond - she most certainly did. April hadn't been laid in weeks and this was the first time in ages when an experienced man was all focused on just her. She didn't have to do a thing - he did it all. And it WAS nice.

He had a number of tricks - his oral started slow, licking around her labia, long strokes up and down the gash of her pussy, down to the asshole, and back up again. There was a lot of teasing. When he finally got to her clitoris, he teased it, licked it, sucked it, played around, and went back to it. Her favorite thing was when he just stuck out his tongue and shook his head, dragging the little dart his tongue made across her clit and crotch, back and forth. It was tantalizing, and eventually she got so worked up, she grabbed his head in both hands, and stuffed it into her crotch pushing her clit into his face. In response, he sucked her clit into his mouth and mashed it with his tongue, bringing her to her first orgasm of the evening.

When it came to actual penetration, Eric proved himself adept at teasing - pushing just the tip of his seven inches into her, then rubbing it up and down her slit, like he had done earlier with his tongue. It was enough to make her groan, and put her hands around his waist, in an attempt to pull him in further. He resisted and then looked down at her from above in the missionary position, and said, "Oh no. The more you try, the longer you wait..."

It was cruel and oh so good at the same time.

He had other tricks too, rolling his hips so the angle of his penis changed, as he drove it and out of her. Holding her still when she was on all fours, but he was underneath, so he could pound away, in an upwards motion, and she wasn't able to move at all. Sandwiching her so she was on her side, and he standing off the end of the bed.

She noticed that he was considerate - he was sweating as much as she was, but he made sure the sweat of his body didn't drip into her face. He made sure they had bottles of water, for brief respites. He didn't talk too much, apart from groans of appreciation, and to ask her if what he was doing was ok. No power games.

She came three times from the intercourse, mixed with him touching or eating her.

When he finally came, he did so from behind, and even had a small hand towel, ready to catch the drippings from her.

When it was done, she laid back, and looked at him, holding a bed sheet over her naked body, while sipping water.

Eric was sitting on the end of the bed, equally naked, and also sipping water.

He turned to her and grinned, wiping a hand over his forehead.

"Well," he said, "I've not had a workout in bed like that in quite some time. That was fun. Exercised some muscles I haven't in a while."

"I'll bet. I'll bet most of the time, the ladies are trying to please you, right?" said April, conversationally.

Eric got up and went to the bathroom and got a towel and started wiping himself down. He nodded at April and said, "Honestly? Usually, yes. This was good, made me do the work again. A refresher."

She chuckled and then said, "So you want your report then?"

Eric stopped wiping for a second and gazed at her. Then he carried on and said, "Sure. Do I get an A+? I'll bring an apple next time."

"Well, let's see, shall we? The introduction was good. Cute, a little humor. I could see you wait for me to set the tone. Having the same drink was a nice touch. But it would do you better to have something a little more masculine than a girlie drink."

He shrugged and she carried on.

"The dinner was good too. The initial attempt at touch was word for word out of The Game. Chapter three was it? Four? Or was it The Lay Guide? It's been a while since I've read either of them. But it was pretty transparent to someone paying attention."

"It worked though," grunted Eric, who was now sorting through his clothes on the floor.

"Look, Eric, the target here is smart and not stupid. I'm trying to give you pointers. Don't be all ego driven here."

Eric started to put his socks on, not looking at April. "Yeah, I get it."

"No, I don't think you do Eric," said April, in a harder tone. She sat up, letting the sheet fall, not giving a crap about her nudity.

"You know who I am, right? Who I represent?"

He finished putting on his socks and turned to look at her and said, "Well, I'm not entirely sure. Mark was a little unclear on that. Some agency or other, right? I'm assuming this is some kind of honey trap situation?"

"No. You ever hear of Ingrams & Associates? I'm assuming that someone in your position, with your hobbies and intentions would have."

Eric gazed at her, and then said with a smirk, "Ingrams & Associates are what good players tell their little boy about before they go to bed, so they grow up to be confident around women, April. It's not real. If it was, I'd know. I'd work for them."

"They aren't real? Well shit. Who's been paying my salary for the past few years, then? Man, I really need to figure that out," answered April.

Eric's eyes went wide. "You seriously mean to tell me, you work for Ingrams? For real?"

"Yep. Field agent. So, you know who we are. And if you know that, you know we are a therapy group first and foremost. All the other shit we do is in support of and directed towards getting someone well. Or better than they were before. Yeah, we fuck a lot of people, and we are very very good at it, but it's all a means towards an end. We aren't just doing this for the jollies, unlike you."

Eric threw back his head and laughed, unexpectedly.

"Oh, I think you got your jollies too. Four times by count."

His humor was evident, and April couldn't help laughing a little back. She even went a little red, something she never did.

"Yes. Well. Maybe. All in a good cause though."

"I'll bet," muttered Eric, now rooting around for his underpants.

"Look, the point I'm trying to make is that this is in aid of something. The patient you are going to seduce is unaware, but not stupid. She'll smell a set up a mile away. And while this is a necessary thing for her ego, if it comes out we set her up, or you fuck this up, it'll set both her and us back months. If we even could rescue the situation at all. So I'm relying on you here. Honestly, I'd prefer we kept this in house, but we don't actually have any UK field agents, and she'll see an American accent for what it is. So it's you. Now, I think you are up for this, but I need to press upon you how delicate this situation is. She needs the ego prop, but she doesn't need to be led on and dropped. That would be even worse."

Eric's eyes got wide when he heard her say, "not any UK field agents" and he immediately interrupted, excitedly, "How do I apply for the job?"

"Eric," said April, a little frustrated, "Look, we can talk about that later. The reality is that you are almost both too old and not qualified enough, honestly. We need folks with degrees in psychology or psychiatry, and preferably some credentials in investigation. You seduce and you fuck well, no question about that, but what we do is way more than that. But we are getting away from the point.

"This needs to be a total accident for her. An unsolicited testimonial to her desirability as a woman. There can be no 'bumping into each other' later. No second date. And no leading her on to believe there will be one. Capiche?"

"Yeah, I understand," said Eric, heavily. "It's not my first time at this rodeo. I've been hired before to do pretty much this."

"Really?"

"Yeah, rich Saudi's who can't get it up any more. People like that."

"Interesting. OK then, you get what we need here."

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Want the rest of your report?"

"Do I get a gold star?"

"No Eric, you get the best compliment I can give. You get to do it again. I haven't been laid in a long time by someone with your skills. Now, come over here, and make me believe it all over again..."