Parallel Lives Pt. 03

"So, it's three points for a win, one point for a tie game, and no points for a loss, right?" Verbier queried after Johnny had explained how the football league was structured.

"And the team that has the most points at the end of the season wins the league," Johnny confirmed. "Unlike in America though, there's the threat of relegation for the teams that don't perform well."

He went on to explain about how the English football league was structured into four divisions, and how the bottom three teams from the Premier League were relegated to the division below, and three teams would be promoted from the lower division to fill the spaces the relegated teams left behind.

"So the league is different every season?" Verbier asked him for confirmation.

"Yeah, pretty much," he answered. "Though of course the bigger clubs like Man United, Chelsea and Liverpool are pretty much a constant presence every season. I don't think any of them have ever been relegated - I'm afraid I don't really pay that much attention to football. I prefer to watch tennis, or athletics or gymnastics usually."

After another hour or so, Verbier excused herself to change into the outfit her stylist had eventually put together for that evening's excursion to the football, and headed into the bedroom leaving him by himself in the living room. He breathed a sigh of relief at finally being away from her - not because he found her unpleasant in any way, but rather because he could relax and not have to watch his own conduct in her presence. Evidently, getting ready to go out wasn't a simple task of putting on a bit of makeup and changing into a different outfit - the whole process took almost an hour, and by the time she came out of the bedroom, Sophia Verbier looked almost like a totally different woman, with a new hairstyle, a new face, and of course a completely different outfit.

"Ready to go watch some soccer, Johnny?" she asked him as her stylist gave her boss one last check to ensure her outfit was one hundred percent perfect.

"Sure," Johnny answered. "I'm ready when you are."

The two of them, accompanied by the ever-present security women and one of Verbier's PA's, rode the lift down to the basement level of the hotel where the limousine was waiting to whisk them discreetly towards Arsenal's stadium and avoiding the scrum of paparazzi outside the hotel's main reception. Despite their attempt to leave the hotel without detection however, there was still a press contingent at the rear entrance and several camera flashes went off as the driver turned out onto a side street that led out towards the main thoroughfare.

Fortunately they were not followed, and a little under half an hour later they pulled up outside the stadium, and were directed to its VIP entrance. Johnny found himself experiencing his first ever taste of true VIP treatment as they were escorted towards the club chairwoman's private suite, complete with a fully stocked and staffed bar, a buffet serving a selection of canapés and hors d'oeuvres, and plushly upholstered armchairs and couches. Full height glass doors led out onto a large balcony with three rows of red leather upholstered seats that overlooked the pitch below. The stadium was already half full by the time they had arrived, and below them the usual mass of "Gunners" fans were taking their seats.

Down on the pitch itself the team's mascot, a furry green dragon decked out in the team's home kit, jumped and bounced around entertaining the younger fans as the grounds staff made final preparations for the game and the players performed their usual pre-game warmup exercises.

* * * * * *

The game proved to be a somewhat anticlimactic 1-1 draw, with the only highlights being Arsenal's star striker Natalia Fernández's goal in the eighteenth minute, which was then cancelled out by Newcastle's Amanda Prowse's spectacular volley from outside the penalty box just two minutes later. Nevertheless, Mrs. Verbier appeared to have enjoyed herself. Overall it had been a successful mission as far as Johnny was concerned, and seated beside her in the car on the way back to the hotel, he felt as though he was on a high.

"Thank you, Johnny, for organising this at such short notice," she said to him as they rode back towards the hotel in Mayfair.

"It was no trouble at all, Sophia," he replied, remembering to address her informally as per her request earlier. "And if there's anything else I can do for you during your stay, all you need to do is ask."

"I'll be sure to tell Dame McAllan when I see her tomorrow evening that you've been exemplary so far," Verbier went on, before her voice suddenly took on a more sultry timbre. "But there is something you could do for me tonight."

Johnny involuntarily gasped as he felt Verbier's hand make contact with his inner thigh.

"Like I said, Johnny dear, Susan Connor spoke very highly of you," she went on as she gave him a squeeze.

In that one moment, and with that simple touch of his thigh, Johnny was left in no doubt as to exactly what she wanted. But at least this time, in contrast to his encounter with Mrs. Connor, he felt more mentally prepared for it. He'd anticipated that she would be wanting him for more than just his organisational skills, which was why he'd not bothered with wearing his usual chastity device, and had also brought a packet of condoms with him and had made sure Max had plenty of food and water back in his flat should he be spending the night with Mrs. Verbier. He didn't much savour the prospect of what she was demanding of him, but by then he'd already resigned himself to it.

"I shall be happy to oblige," he said in return.

* * * * * *

Almost as soon as they returned to Verbier's suite the billionairess dismissed all her other staff for the night, and after only a few minutes they were alone together. Only the security women remained posted outside the suite in case anyone tried to disturb them. The look that they gave him as he entered the room left him in no doubt that they knew what manner of shenanigans would be going on in their employer's bedroom that night.

"Would you like a little nightcap, Johnny?" Verbier asked him after locking the door.

"Yes, that'd be lovely, thanks," he accepted politely as he sat himself on the couch in front of the fireplace.

A few moments later she joined him on the couch with a couple of cut crystal tumblers containing a measure of finest single malt whiskey and two ice cubes.

"Cheers," Verbier said as she raised her glass.

Johnny responded in kind, and clinked their glasses together.

"Mmm, now that's a nice Scotch," she announced after downing her measure in one.

"Yeah, it's very nice," Johnny concurred after taking a small sip.

"I have to say, Johnny, Susan was right when she said you were an attractive boy," Verbier said, her voice slurring slightly.

After the whisky, and the several glasses of champagne before it back at the stadium, she was definitely slightly inebriated, Johnny reasoned, but nowhere near full-on drunk.

"Yes, I enjoyed her company," Johnny replied diplomatically.

"Of course, by her own admission she has a bit of a weakness for English boys," Verbier went on. "The cutest boys are English boys, she said to me once. And y'know what? I'm definitely on the same page as her!"

"Our accents are that irresistible, huh?" Johnny surmised.

"Oh, the accent sure is cute and all," Verbier leered. "But as sexy as your voice is, I'll bet the rest of you is even sexier!"

And with that, she started fumbling at his belt, and before long she was all over him - her hands groping his crotch and her lips pressing against his. Verbier was a woman who always got what she wanted, and right at that moment the only thing she wanted was Johnny. And though he wasn't in any way relishing being her sexual plaything for the night, Johnny simply went along with it and allowed her to use him to sate her clearly pent up ardour.

In moments, Verbier was practically tearing his clothes off, all the while continuing to assault him with her mouth and tongue. Once she'd unbuckled his belt, she unzipped his flies and with her right hand she delved into his boxer briefs. Having anticipated that the evening would take such a turn, he made sure to add some expensive underwear to his recent shopping expedition in addition to the suits and shoes.

"Oohh, feels like you sure have such a nice dick, Johnny," Verbier slurred lustfully. "Susan said you have a nice cock - wanna let me see if she was telling the truth?"

The American multi-billionairess licked her lips as she reached out and took hold of the waistband of Johnny's underwear. In one deft motion she yanked them down, revealing his manhood before her tipsy eyes.

"Mmm, Susan definitely wasn't lying!" Verbier chuckled. "My, what a gorgeous cock you have, Johnny!"

"Th-thank you, Sophia," Johnny responded.

He gasped as he felt her once more taking his now openly exposed genitals in her hand, and it wasn't long before her touch caused him to start to become erect. She slowly masturbated him for a long while, her gaze aimed squarely at the tip of his penis as its soft and sensitive head was repeatedly covered and revealed by his foreskin. Her other hand in the meantime continued to fondle his balls. It was clearly having an effect on Verbier's rising arousal, Johnny realised, given the amorous look in her eyes as she focused her attention on his maleness.

"Bedroom, now," she commanded him urgently.

Johnny nodded his understanding. He shuffled his feet out from the crumpled heap of trousers and underwear bunched around his ankles and now bare from the waist down save for his socks, he allowed her to lead him into the bedroom.

"Take the rest of your clothes off," she instructed. "I want to see everything you've got for me."

Without saying a word he dutifully undressed, and as soon as he took his shirt off and draped it over a nearby chair along with his waistcoat and tie, he stood as stoically as he could for her visual appraisal of him in all his masculine nakedness.

"Hoo-eee!" she chuckled, emulating a southern belle. "I do declare you are a beautiful looking boy, Johnny dear!"

He felt himself blushing from the combination of her lusty gaze and her clumsy attempt at sounding like a plantation owner's daughter from the Deep South in the civil war era.

"Th-thanks," he stuttered in reply.

"It's a little unfair for you to be naked and me still fully clothed, don't you think?" Verbier slurred. "How about you help me out of this dress so that we can even things up a bit, Johnny dear?"

Once again he recognised a command thinly disguised as a request, and so he stepped forward to face her, reached around behind the matriarchal corporate president and located the zipper of her dress. He started to slowly lower the zip as she started groping his bare behind, drawing them closer together so that his still engorged manhood pressed into her groin. Without warning she pulled his head towards her and drove her tongue into his mouth and ravaged him with lustful kisses. Only when he'd taken the zip the whole way down and his hand rested momentarily on the small of her back, did she release him from her grasp. She took a step back from him and one after the other she slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders. The dress was made of such fine silk that with virtually no friction at all the garment slipped off down her body and her broad feminine hips until it landed in a crumpled heap at her feet. Sophia Verbier stood before him in her fabulously expensive lingerie, probably purchased from the very finest designer on Rodeo Drive, and at least a quarter of a million pounds worth of glittering jewellery.

She looked at him expectantly, clearly anticipating him making a compliment at her nearly naked body.

"You're erm, very beautiful, Sophia," he said, even though he wasn't being entirely truthful. After all, she was quite a large and voluptuous woman -- definitely not what one would normally consider as beautiful in the conventional sense. However, he'd learned long ago that it never harmed to massage a woman's ego, especially one as powerful and influential as Sophia Verbier.

"Thank you," she responded, and then began ravaging him with kisses once more.

Being in such an advanced state of undress in his naked presence was clearly beginning to enflame Verbier's desire to express her feminine power over him, and it wasn't long before she was panting with desire. Suddenly, Johnny felt any control he'd had of the situation slip through his fingers - he was now simply a passenger along for the ride. Her hands roamed all over his naked body as she kissed his lips, his neck and shoulders, and after a while she began to kiss and suckle on his nipples. Her left hand meanwhile delved between his buttocks, right down until her fingers almost penetrated his anus. Her right hand meanwhile stroked and fondled his engorged penis and groped his testicles.

All he could do in return was to take it all and make occasional sounds of appreciation of her touch, even if they were almost entirely false. She backed him towards the edge of the enormous bed until he had no option but to topple backwards onto it, leaving him on his back and at her mercy. She didn't wait before mounting him and grasping hold of his erection in her hand.

"Sophia! Just... wait a moment, I've got some condoms!" he pleaded with her to at least give him a chance to get a condom in order to protect himself from anything she might be harbouring from all the other young men she'd undoubtedly had sex with in the not very distant past.

But Verbier chose to ignore him, and seizing the moment she straddled him, holding him down with her left hand on his chest as her right hand moved the gusset of her handmade designer lace panties aside in order to permit her to engulf his penis. Johnny grunted as she abruptly lowered herself down onto him, and as soon as he was fully within her she began riding him with feverish abandon. The mattress springs beneath them squeaked rhythmically as she rode her young and virile steed with virtually no regard for him whatsoever. Johnny hadn't expected her to be especially gentle, but he hadn't anticipated her being as rough with him as she was. And she was heavy too, and he felt as though he was being crushed under her as his hips bore her weight.

Verbier rode him as though he was some kind of young colt that needed to be broken in. She dug her expensively manicured nails into his chest, causing him to cry out in pain. He knew for her it was all about exercising power and control, and letting him know in no uncertain terms that she was in charge and would be calling the shots. Little did he know, this first experience would merely be the overture for the night ahead - in Verbier's mind this was merely an entrée, an appetiser for what ultimately became the longest night of Johnny's life.

He felt he had little option other than to submit to her completely, and it wasn't without some sense of relief that he felt his climax approaching.

"Hah-h! Hmmff! I'm g-gonna c-come!" he managed to gasp.

He waited for some kind of response from her, but she simply continued to frantically buck her hips and bounce up and down on him. He decided to take her silence as a green light to come in her - she hadn't told him not to.

"Urrgh-h-h! Hnnggh-h-h! Ah-h-h!" he grimaced and gnashed as he erupted.

He felt his penis pulsing and twitching rhythmically inside her as his orgasm briefly consumed him. He looked up at Verbier for some kind of sign or visual clue from her that she welcomed his climax or not - he was gladdened when she smiled down at him and gradually slowed down.

"Mmm, Johnny," she sighed as she continued to slowly rock back and forth, rubbing his now spent erection around inside her has it gradually wilted. "Ooh, that was wonderful!"

"Um, thanks," was all he could think of in response.

Verbier leaned forward and kissed him on his forehead, causing him to slip out of her in the process.

"I think I need a glass of water after that," she announced breathlessly as she rolled over onto her back. "Would you be a sweetie and get me one, please?"

"Er, okay," Johnny answered, feeling a little sore after having her riding him so vigorously.

The bathroom was palatial, even bigger than the one in Susan Connor's suite at The Winchester. It was also the epitome of tastelessly gaudy opulence, with gold fixtures and fittings, pristine white porcelain and marble and granite floors and walls that were polished to an almost mirror-like finish. After having consumed several cups of coffee and at least two glasses of champagne at the stadium earlier he felt an increasingly urgent need to relieve himself, and so before doing anything else he stepped over to the toilet.

Some people often refer to the humble toilet as "the throne" and is normally a very boring and purely functional bathroom fixture, but this one definitely had a regal appearance to it. He immediately noticed that the lid and seat were made from some expensive and no doubt very rare variety of wood, inlaid into which was an intricately crafted design of jade, mother of pearl, lapis lazuli and several other varieties of semi-precious stones that must've taken days if not weeks to create, not to mention be fantastically expensive. Mildly amused at how such a utilitarian object as a toilet seat could be so ridiculously and tastelessly expensive, he aimed himself at the bowl and proceeded to relax his aching bladder.

"Heh! I love to see a cute guy peeing!" he heard Verbier's voice over his shoulder.

Alarmed, he looked into the mirror opposite him and saw her standing in the open doorway, from which vantage point she had a perfect view of him standing before the bowl, his golden stream arcing from his penis into the water.

"Hey, don't stop on my account!" she chuckled after noticing the look of alarm on his face.

"Sorry, I just, y'know, really needed to go," he responded, unable to stop his flow. "One too many coffees back at the stadium earlier."

"That's okay, honey," Verbier answered as she stepped over towards him. "Maybe I can help you with it."

"No, that's perfectly oka-ay-y!" he tried to decline, but before he had a chance to complete his sentence she'd stepped up behind him, batted his hand away from his streaming penis and took hold of it herself.

"Shhh," she whispered in his ear as she directed his stream into the bowl, whilst her free hand gently teased his nipples.

Fortunately, by the time she'd taken hold of him his bladder was almost empty, and after only a few seconds his fountain dwindled to a mere dribble.

"There, all better now?" she said as she shook the last few drops that clung to the tip of his penis.

"Y-yes thanks," he answered her. "Um, I'll get that glass of water for you."

He gently shrugged himself away from her, and after flushing the lavatory he went over to the twin "his and hers" washbasins where he washed his hands and then filled a crystal tumbler with water which he then handed her. She thanked him as he offered it, and in one long gulp she slaked her thirst.

"Well, that sure was nice," she commented, referring to her earlier rough riding of him. "But I'm nowhere near half satisfied yet. Come back into the bedroom with me."

She replaced the expensive tumbler beside the washbasin, took Johnny's hand and led him back to the bed where she laid herself out on the expensive satin sheets. Johnny looked on as she sprawled herself out.

"You wanna help a girl out here?" she asked him expectantly.

Her body language gave plenty of none too subtle hints about how she expected him to "help her out" so, once again resigning himself do going along with what she was evidently expecting of him, he mounted the bed and positioned himself at her feet. Going on his instincts alone, he reached up towards her waist and placed his hand upon the thin waistband of her panties.