The Brit Ch. 01: Thanksgiving

And then there's her mother. I was helping to clear the table, dropping the dishes near the sink, then one point I noticed it was just me and Trish alone in the kitchen. She gave me a long hug for helping out. She crushed her tits into my chest, and I swear she was definitely giving her breasts a bit of a jiggle. I've never had such a sexualized hug, especially just for basic decency.

Needing a take a break from all these rushes and zone blitz, I left my seat and told whoever was listening that I was returning a call. It's was sort of true, my manager had left me a couple of missed calls. The annoying fucker probably wants me to come in tomorrow and deal with his problems. I walked past the women gossiping in the dining room, didn't see Trish anywhere in the huddle talking about Black Friday deals. But I could hear Natalie in the den, talking about someone's Instagram post; I looked back saw her surrounded by a group of teenage girls.

No one noticed me sneak into the kitchen and then passed the double doors, walking to the yard. I thought I'd be alone when I was about to dial my boss; I saw Trish standing next to a large flower urn; she had a large glass of wine in one hand and her phone in the other. She saw me and smirked.

"Hi," I nervously smiled, putting away my phone. "Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Duvall."

"Oh, hello Darren." Trish smiled back and quickly approached me. "I'm just enjoying the fresh air with some secret wine. Don't tell anyone," she raised a finger to her pursed lips and grinned, "anyway please don't call me, Mrs. Duvall, its Trish."

"Okay. I just have to say that was one of greatest meals I ever had," I honestly praised.

"Oh, you're so sweet." She smiled back at me, her long manicured finger circling the rim of her glass as she looked at me, it was like I was her prey. "So, how are you enjoying Chicago? Must be a change from London?"

"Kinda, there's like ten versions of London. Central London is a lot like the Loop." I explained. We then talked about work for a bit, I described my job, whether I was enjoying it and how I was settling in. She didn't mention Natalie which I found intriguing; Trish just seemed to be interested in how my life was going in Chicago.

The conversation then moved to about her. She told me that she works as an office manager for a local foundation. She then mentioned some interesting things, like she had Natalie at such a young age, her first time going to Europe and how drunk she got in Amsterdam, also her daily workout routine which included lots of Pilates for in her own words, 'added flexibility.' She never mentioned Frank; it looked like it was only her and Natalie.

"I hear you're very popular with the female staff, especially some of the junior analysts," Trish said with a big grin. We had circled back to work and life at McAllen. "Rumor has it that they've got a pool going on about who fucks you first."

Wow. If that was anyway true, I think I've peaked and everything will be downhill from here. It had to be the accent. I'm 100% straight but objectively speaking, there at least dozen guys in the building who are better looking than me. But I was the one repeatedly getting offers for late night drinks by some of the hottest women in the office.

I had to say no to everyone. I had my reasons. First, McAllen has a zero tolerance to the slightest hint of sexual harassment; also they're not so keen on relationships between a manager and a subordinate. Second and most importantly, Jessica Moore; the reason I was so eagerly to leave London.

"I'll be lying if I say that I hate the attention," I smiled back, "but there are rules."

"Sometimes rules are there in place for a reason," She looked down to her hand and her wedding band. "But sometimes it's okay to break them." Trish grinned,

"I'll take that in mind," I replied back.

With that said, Trish finished her glass of wine and walked back to the house. My eyes were instantly drawn to her ass, it was curved and taunt, just like her daughter. Immediately I thought about caressing it. I don't go for married women, brings too much tension. But with Frank being such a dick and apparent friction in their marriage; flirting, ogling or even fucking her would not bring up an ounce of guilt for me.

"You should know something about Natalie," Trish said looking over her shoulder. She must have known that I was staring at her ass as she threw her shoulders back and arched her back, making her butt look bigger. "My daughter has faced a number of adversities and had to fight to get where she is. When there's something that she wants, that she craves. 99% of the time, she gets it." She smirked and walked back into the kitchen, her ass swaying.

***

I returned inside the house to more confusion, frustration, and football.

Sitting back in the living room, I took a moral stand and prayed that Washington would lose, just whenever I see Chelsea play. I made some more small talk with the members of the family; I even got them to explain what a safety is. Everyone were being very friendly which was cool, all apart from Frank. He was still playing the part of the over-protective dad role, with a hint of casual xenophobia and arseholism.

Ignoring him and his strange belief that Revolutionary War is still going on; I spotted Natalie going to and fro outside the room. I needed to speak to her so I can figure what the fuck is going on. I snuck into the dinner room to find Natalie bending over a sideboard, her arse up in the air. It was round and pert, begging to be touched, I could see McAllen's sexual harassment guidelines screaming at me.

"Hey, Darren." She beamed.

"I'm sorry that I had to leave you alone all afternoon."

"I totally understand, Natalie. You're helping out." I smiled back. "Anyway, I've been having fun. Everyone's been so hospitable. Also, I've been talking to your Dad, he's interesting." I had no choice but to lie.

"Yeah," Natalie rolled her eyes. She looked disgusted by him. She saw me looking at her and quickly reverted to casual flirting. "So...," she placed a hand on my arm, "how did you enjoy your first Thanksgiving?"

"Yeah, I like it," I said; my gaze was switching from her blue eyes to her glossy pink lips, I wanted so bad to stick my tongue past them among other things. "You've got family, parades, sports that I don't understand and some of most delicious food I've tasted."

"That's great to hear. There's a rumor that you might be staying for longer than expected. Maybe it will be an annual thing." She said, biting her lip and staring intently at me.

"Maybe," I smiled, doing my best to be reassuring. It was oblivious to my overlords that I want to stay, but it's more of wait and see.

"You're not leaving, are you?" Natalie asked, looking apprehensive.

That was the thing that had been bugging me since dinner. Maybe it would be a mistake getting involved with her or Trish; my career would be over if anyone ever found out. I could feel my dick violently cursing my brain. But it might be best for everyone if I go home, look for some porn involving two blondes - one a MILF, masturbate furiously and then drink some scotch in the shower.

"Uh, I'm thinking about it." I replied, "It's an hour drive back to my condo, so I was thinking about making a move now."

"No...no, you should stay," Natalie placed her hand on my arm, such a classic move. I even felt her fingers contract a little like she was feeling my bicep.

"Yeah, come on Darren stay...," I turned to see Trish leaning on the doorjamb. "At least for dessert," she smiled.

With my subordinate tracing her fingers up and down my arm while her mother is giving me fuck-me eyes, I had no choice but to allow Natalie to lead me back into the living room. The football was on mute and they were serving coffee mixed with amaretto. I stay silent, watching them discuss who is getting married, who is getting divorced and who's having a baby.

I did notice something, Frank and Trish never sat together or even interacted. They were chances where they could seat together like when Trish was getting pie; she never took the empty seat next to him. They always made sure that they were on opposite ends of the room. Even Natalie was ignoring him, hiding her eye rolls while he talked about any old shit. Oh god no, this is getting close to being like my own Christmases back home.

Occasionally Trish or Natalie would include me into the conversation, bringing me and my foreign perspective to US politics. Just kidding, I could see no one wanted to go anywhere near that minefield. But as we are now on the run up to Christmas, I explained some of the British traditions we have such as mince pies, school Nativity plays and Boxing Day sales which kind of like our Black Friday.

***

It was now getting close to 8 and I started to notice a couple of yawns, also some glances at wristwatches. While the guests were getting tired, my hosts weren't. Trish and Natalie were sitting next to each other, I could feel their eyes on me. When no one was looking, they would whisper to each other while also hinting at me. I don't know what they are planning, but I was getting a knot in my stomach and adrenaline coursing in my bloodstream at the excitement/terror at the thought of it.

Natalie's Uncle Charlie and his wife Penny was the first to announce their intentions to leave, saying that it was getting late and they wanted to be up early for Black Friday. One of the other uncles then joined, explaining that he was going to watch the Pittsburg Steelers match which evidently was going to start in twenty minutes. While they slowly corralled their kids, I looked at Frank; he wasn't moving. Shit.

Trish handed out leftovers while Natalie chatted with her younger cousins. I was stuck in no man's land. I know that the two stunning blondes want me to stay, it's obvious. But I can assume that whatever they want to do to me, Frank isn't part of the plan. He remained in his seat, flicking from the buildup the next football match to some movie then back again, saying his goodbyes without looking away from the screen.

Not knowing where to stand, I hovered around the kitchen, helping to fill the Tupperware boxes. I glanced at Trish who was hurriedly stuffing the containers; she really wanted to get her family out of the house. I wonder why? She played up her tiredness, saying that she needs to sleep a good twelve hours, all just to avoid the typical family small talk.

I then joined her at the door, Natalie quickly flanking me. I fed the aunts and uncles some made up line that Natalie was going to give me a ride to the train station, just to cover myself. I could feel Natalie's hand gently rub my back we said goodbye. Fuck it; there's got to be some decent bars around here to take her to, maybe later we can drive my condo.

It soon became just the three of us and also Frank. I looked around, seeing concerned glances to lounge coming from Trish and Natalie. I guess we all were waiting for the fourth wheel to leave. It was getting dark and I really wanted to make my move; either I go home, take Natalie somewhere or spend the evening with a gorgeous mother/daughter duo. I will hate myself if it's the former. Why is he still here?

"You don't have to go so soon?" Natalie asked, breaking the silence. She looked a little worried.

And for a good reason. Somehow when I was handing out everyone's coats and other stuff, I ended up with my jacket and scarf, clearly looking like I was about to leave. Maybe I can just drag Frank out.

"Yeah, c'mon stay for a while," Trish added.

Before I could say anything, Frank appeared behind us. He shot us a profoundly uninterested look as he collected some Tupperware from the kitchen. His wife and daughter were propositioning me; he didn't even blink. "I'm going," He announced. Frank then gave Natalie a very awkward hug; she stood lifelessly as he half-heartedly wrapped his around her, it was clear that both hated this interaction. He gave me a short nod but never acknowledge Trish and then left hurriedly out of the door.

Finally, that fucker is gone.

"Well, that was weird as I thought it would be," Trish grinned, "It's only half 8, Darren. We can still have some fun." She then returned to the living room, her arse swaying from benefit.

"Let's have something to drink... go get naughty," My employee muttered that last bit, making me nervous at what they have planned.

Natalie linked her arm around mine and led me to the lounge. We quickly sat, with Natalie and me on one sofa while Trish was on a chair. The port had been decanted and ready to serve. I carefully sipped my glass which Trish had filled to the brim, I think she's trying to get me drunk. I stayed quiet as mum and daughter gossiped about their family. It was all gentle stuff at the start but then they soon reached Frank; fuck, they really hate him. From what I pieced together; Natalie hadn't seen him in months, he's probably banging some waitress in some truck-stop at this minute and that he's been drinking a lot.

They then turned the conversation to me, asking about my life back in London, how I got into investing and what my plans are for the future. I explained that I'm from part of London that they probably don't know, its Acton, and how lived in the city for most of my life. I had to explain that unlike Americans, the British don't move around the country that much. I gave some modest answer what got me into investing, not telling them I only got into it so I can make a shit ton of money. I also touched on my plans, get a senior post, maybe return to London and switch to something more business-oriented.

"So Darren, how is my daughter doing at McAllen?" Trish asked after pouring more port for us. "How is she like during office hours?"

"Ohhh..." I wheezed, port wine is not to be downed at high speeds, I was feeling very warm. "She's doing fine. But because you and Natalie have been such gracious hosts, I should be honest. At first, I didn't really didn't know who she was. I'm sorry," I glanced at Natalie who was comically over-pouting. "I could never put a name to a face, so I used to call you tall girl." I cringed.

"T-t-tall girl?" Natalie stayed committed to her bit, stuttering her words.

"But from everything I saw from your work, it was clear that you are one of the smart ones." I grinned back. I felt her hand fall on my knee; this was going to be interesting. "And now, I know what a welcoming, funny, intelligent person you are."

"Ahh...you're making me blush," Natalie said, turning her face away from me, "I've gone all red,"

"Don't worry, you still look cute." Shit, I wish I hadn't said that. Actually, who cares anymore, let's just see where this goes. "What about me, how am I like as a boss?"

"Hmm," Natalie paused, "Knowledgeable, casual but also attentive and friendly."

"Also very handsome, well according to some of the girls." Trish chipped in, "there is that pool going on."

I turned back to Natalie, expecting her to be blushing even more. But there was no change in her cheeks, just two blue eyes staring at me. "Your mum mentioned there some betting pool about me at work. About fucking me."

Natalie leaned in a bit more, her breasts brushing up against my forearm. "Just a little fun we have. Apparently, the females of McAllen did a bunch of these before my time. The rules are that you have to pick a particular day of the week and a location. You win double if you get them both. Say if we have sex on a Wednesday in the conference room, I win $2000."

"Are you?"

"Yeah..." She whispered and waited for a reply.

I could feel my cock swell, even though I fought against it. I still wanted to see how this was going to plan out; there was a growing fear in the back of my mind that this could just be one big tease. "I can never do something like that again - especially someone who's my subordinate. I have rules that I can't break."

"Wait, what happened before?" Both Trish and Natalie quickly asked.

Fuck it, I thought as I took another sip, "There was this girl Jessica. She worked in with me at BVG - the brokers I was at before McAllen. We were flirty outrageously since the moment we met; she was engaged but that didn't really matter to her when she..."

I paused, looking at the mother and daughter staring at me. Should I be so brutally and graphically honest with these two? I barely know them. I probably could, I'm getting drunk so I can blame the port.

"Come on, Darren," Natalie said with a coy smile.

"Don't worry, Darren," Trish added, "you can be as open as much as you want, and we definitely will be open with you."

I smiled at what I assume was a deliberate double entendre, "There was this Friday night drinks with everyone in the department. Soon it was just Jessica and me. She had been engaged for a month but that didn't stop her from trying to give me a handjob in the Viceroy. So we began to mess around; playing with each other under the table during meetings, her sucking me off while I'm making a Skype call and coffee runs to Costa that ended up with us fucking in the disabled toilet."

I glanced at Trish then Natalie, the older of the two was relaxed, lying back in her seat while gently swirling the port between her fingers. Natalie, in contrast, looked flush and like she was about to straddle me any second. Her eyes were darting side and side, I guess she was imaging herself in Jess's place in her head.

Taking another sip - shit I'm very drunk right now, I tried to finish the story, "We were having fun but then we get caught, obliviously," I grinned. "We were waiting for some report to be emailed from Shanghai and we needed some time to kill. The manager director, HR director and the SPOC for our biggest client found us; naked, glistening with sweet, dried cum on Jessica's thighs and discussing if we can use butter to lube her arsehole."

"You can't," Trish quickly replied, winking at me.

"Anyway, Jess turns out to be the niece of the finance director, she apparently does this a lot. She was safe, I wasn't. I got sacked for some bullshit reason, I was breaking confidentiality was the excuse. But the HR director felt I was hard done by it, she got me an interview with a McAllen rep. All I got to do is keep it in my pants or I get blacklisted."

"Wow," Natalie said, "But you shouldn't be constrained by your passed. Things can just happen; there's no real control."

"Yeah, it's okay to the break the rules sometimes, Darren," Trish softly said, "like it's okay to fuck one of your subordinate or get a blowjob from a girl while her own mom watches, and also ..." she trailed off but her eyes hinted that there was more.

Oh, fuck.

I then felt two delicate fingers rubbed the outline of my dick. I turned to Natalie, her face and more importantly her lips were inches from my face. My eyes drifted down to the cleavage she was suddenly displaying. "Darren, do you want to break some rules?" she said in a raspy tone.

We were then kissing, I can remember who instigated it first but who the fuck cares. Our tongues danced as my hands went to her waist. Holding her tightly, I pulled her more onto me until she was literally on my lap. She tasted on unbelievable and smelt of strawberries. My fingers trailed up her sides, I was soon cupping her luscious, round tits. But before I could get truly get accustomed to her buxom curves, Natalie broke from our embrace and slid off the couch. Before the anxiety of a sexual harassment claim could wreck me, I realized she was taking off her shoes. My focus moved to Trish, she was writhing in her seat, enjoying the show.

"Oh Mr. Spencer, you look so big and hard." Natalie grinned, she jumped back on the sofa and started rubbing the tent in my jeans, "You want me to suck your big, thick tool?" She was now roughly manhandling my cock. "You want to FUCK my face while my sexy-ass mom watches. Is that what you want?"