fter the rush and bustle of the last two weeks, not to mention the emotional strain of Tonia's and Lola's partings from work, we were glad to be on our way to Spain. After much to-ing and fro-ing and arguments with solicitors and discussions with Poppy, wheels were finally in motion to buy the house. Solicitors do not like private deals; it's against their religion or something. And one where the seller was to remain as a sitting tenant had them in ructions. However, it was finally done: we had agreed a price for the house and its contents, a scarily large number but not as bad as I had half feared. My flat and Lola's were on the market; we had agreed that Tonia's would be our 'urban pied-a-terre'. All our bank accounts and dummy companies were in place and we were finally on our way to soak up some sun and put our financial plan into operation. Despite that, or maybe because of it, we were in festive mood.
No charter flights or cut-price airlines for us; we flew scheduled carrier to Barcelona. The trip, however, was very nearly a disaster before we even reached the plane. I had forgotten to warn Charles about airport security. I say I had forgotten: in truth I never even thought about it. We take the unwarranted intrusion of our personal space and the humiliation for granted, or at least are forced to accept it as a necessary additional cost of the convenience of travelling by air, so it never occurred to me to consider Charles's attitude.
I was aware of him grumbling as we waited in the check-in queue. The grumbling became louder as he realised the questions the check-in girl was asking about our luggage. The grumbling rose to a muted roar as we queued for the security scan.
"Charles, shut up," I thought.
"This is untenable. It is totally unacceptable. How dare these minions subject you to this ignominy? They are insulting your personal integrity. You must allow me to put a stop to it immediately."
"It's only airport security. Everybody has to go through it. It's supposed to prevent terrorism and hijacking and that sort of thing."
"Stuff and nonsense. These are nothing more than a bunch of jumped-up petty Hitlers gloating over their power to degrade and dishonour honest travellers. They must not be permitted to treat you this way."
The words were typical Charles hyperbole but I had to admit to a sneaking sympathy with the underlying sentiment. Airport security always reminded me of the man who went around letting off thunderclaps every five minutes to the extreme annoyance of everyone around him. His justification was that it kept the tigers away. When it was pointed out that there are no tigers in Scotland, his response was to say that this proved his thunderclaps worked.
"Back off, Charles. If we want to get on the plane we have to go through this so put your pride in your pocket and thole it. Okay?"
He didn't actually agree but his grumblings did subside to a low murmur. That was until I set the alarm off. With a sigh I stepped to one side and spread my arms and legs in preparation for the body search.
"What is happening?" Charles demanded to know.
"I trigger the alarm. They're going to check I'm not carrying a concealed weapon."
"Why don't you just tell them?"
"It's their job."
As the security man reached inside my jacket to begin his search, there was an intense pressure behind my eyeballs, my body went stiff and I broke out in a sweat.
"Charles," I shouted mentally, "stop that, now!"
"But he is laying his hands upon you."
"Stop! Now!"
To my great relief, he did.
I smiled weakly at the security man. "I'm not a good traveller," I said. "Planes bring me out in a sweat."
He said nothing but gave me a very hostile and suspicious look. For a moment I was convinced he was going to haul me off to the wee back room. I was terrified and managed to control myself only with great difficulty. Even worse than being dragged off as a suspected terrorist was my fear that Charles wouldn't stay mute and take it into his head to intervene again. I bore his exceedingly thorough search with gritted teeth. I was visibly trembling as I collected my hand luggage and rejoined the ladies.
"You don't look too good," Tonia said. "What's wrong?"
"Charles," I muttered. "Nearly got me arrested by taking umbrage at the security man. I need a drink."
"It's only half past nine," Lola protested.
"I know," I growled and held up a trembling hand.
Lola brought me a double whisky and a black coffee.
"I'm off to find a quiet corner and have a wee talk with Charles," I said, downing the whisky in one gulp. It wasn't particularly good whisky so I felt no guilt about mistreating it.
"Charles? Are you there?" I thought when I'd found a relatively quiet spot.
"What?" He sounded sulky.
"Do you know what you just did?"
"What?"
"You very nearly got me arrested. Your imbecilic and childish behaviour put the entire mission in jeopardy. If I had been taken away there would be no holiday, no Spain, no money, no power, nothing."
"That is complete nonsense. That drudge; that minion; that menial laid his hands upon you. That is not permissible."
"Was he a threat?"
"He laid hands on you."
"That's his job, unpleasant as it is. Was I in danger?"
"Not really. Not specifically, no." He was suddenly sounding less sure of himself.
"So what were his emotions?"
"I can't read emotions as you know perfectly well."
"So what did you sense?"
"A general background threat."
"That was probably because you made me behave most suspiciously. So he was not a direct threat. And I had already told you not to interfere. Correct?"
"But it was unacceptable. You must not permit such things."
"Just answer my question. I'm right in saying I was in no immediate danger and I'd already told you not to interfere?"
"In essence, I suppose I have to agree with you. But…"
"No buts. So, despite these facts, which we agree, you stuck your nose in and very nearly screwed up all our plans."
"I resent that. I did what I felt was necessary."
I sighed. "Charles, your ego knows no bounds. Despite what you may think, you are a child in a man's world. You will not, under no circumstances, interfere with me ever again unless I specifically tell you. Is that clear?"
"But…"
"Is that clear?"
"Yes."
"And just in case you think you can sneak your way round it, I'm remembering something you told me on the first day we met."
"What is that?"
"That I have the power to put you back in the box. And, believe me, one more trick like that and that's where you're going. You're no bloody use to me if I'm locked up in gaol."
"I hear you," he sighed.
I waited a while longer until I was calm enough to return to Lola and Tonia. They were talking to a sleek, Spanish-looking businessman.
"All okay?" Lola asked as I approached.
I nodded. "I think we've come to an understanding."
"Not easy?" Tonia said.
"Dealing with Charles is never easy when he's in one of his moods."
"I'm sorry," Lola said. "This is Señor Alvarez."
We shook hands. Señor Alvarez turned out to be a very charming man and a native of Barcelona. As our plane was called, he gave us his card and insisted we call him up when we were in the city.
"He just wants to get into your pants," I said as we headed for the plane.
"Bitchy," Lola said.
"You have a problem?" Tonia said.
"No. Only joking. I liked him."
"So did I," Lola grinned and licked her lips outrageously.
That bit of banter helped to lighten my mood, as did the smooth flight and we were back in festive mode when we landed in Barcelona where we picked up our hire car and headed for Lloret de Mar. Why Lloret, which had the reputation for being 'lively'? For the simple reason that Tonia had found us the perfect hotel in Fenals which was a continuation of Lloret overlooking the next bay. It was the sort of place that offered the level of luxury to which we all aspired. On a more practical note, it was roughly in the centre of the Costa Brava so we could make forays into the resorts up and down the coast without decamping every other day.
The hotel lived up to its brochure. Situated on the outskirts of the town, it sat on a promontory overlooking the beach and was surrounded by a private pine and eucalyptus garden. I fell in love with the setting, was overwhelmed by the luxury and stunned at the prices.
"Better get used to it," Lola teased. "This is the way we're going to live from now on."
"Heaven," Tonia cried, stepping out onto the balcony and leaning over the railing to gaze down at the white sand that curved away from the hotel to the headland that marked the other end of the bay.
I stepped up behind her and cupped her bottom.
"I agree," I said.
"I meant the view," she laughed, wiggling her bottom as I squeezed her cheeks.
"So did I."
"You're impossible." She sighed. "When we're rich perhaps we could buy this place then we could visit whenever we liked."
Behind us Lola laughed. "Don't set you sights so low, girl. It's still early in the season so the beach isn't too bad. Come July you won't be able to see the sand for bodies. No, there are better places than this. How about a villa with a private bay and mooring for an ocean-going yacht? That's what you should be dreaming of."
"I just can't think in these terms, yet." I said.
"Just as well one of us can," Lola said stepping up behind me and giving my bum a good feel.
We moved into a three-way kiss and cuddle, not caring if we could be overlooked. The sensation of having two gorgeous women pressed lovingly against me was still as thrilling as it had been the first time, especially as they kissed and cuddled each other as much as they kissed and cuddled me. The fact we were doing it on the sun-drenched balcony of a five-star hotel only added to the pleasure.
"So what's the order of the day?" I asked.
"Shower, sun, dinner, planning, fun," Lola said without hesitation.
"Sounds like you've got this all planned out, girl," Tonia said. "I like the 'fun' part. Can't we move it up the agenda?"
"I thought blondes were supposed to be the airheads," Lola laughed, smacking Tonia's rump and making her squeal.
"I could always dye my hair," Tonia said.
"Don't you dare," I said. "I like you red and fiery."
"Talking of which, did anyone bring sunscreen? I forgot and if I don't use it you really will see red and fiery."
"Are you sure you're not a closet blonde?" Lola laughed. "Taken care of."
"I suppose I should use some too," I said, sheepishly. "I forgot, too."
Lola looked at me as if I was daft. "What do you need it for? You've got Charles."
"What about it?" I thought at Charles.
"Need you ask," he said impatiently. "Now when are you going to get on with some real work?"
I felt the tingle and my skin started to go brown.
"Not just now, you moron," I thought.
"I thought you wanted a tan."
I sighed. "But I've only just arrived. How could I have acquired a tan this quickly? Slowly, over the next couple of days."
"Then why didn't you say so."
"How tanned would you like me?" I asked the ladies.
They regarded my thoughtfully. "A deep golden brown, I think." Lola said.
"Hear that Charles?" I thought.
"Of course," he said, huffily.
"Why do you need sunscreen?" Tonia asked Lola.
"Girl, how much sun do I see at home?" Lola said. "My skin may be black and I won't go red, but I can burn just as bad as you."
We showered - singly - and applied sunscreen to each other while we were still naked. I didn't need it, of course, but it would have looked odd if my skin didn't have that sticky sheen, especially on my first day. And, besides, who was I to refuse the opportunity of having every inch of my skin touched and caressed by two beautiful women. I did draw the line, though, when Tonia started on my semi-hard cock.
"I'm not going to get sunburnt there," I protested.
"You never know. Better safe than sorry," she said slyly.
I felt a bit self-conscious, walking through the lobby of a five-star hotel dressed in nothing but brief bathing trunks. I needn't have worried as nobody paid the slightest bit of attention to me. All eyes, male and female, were glued upon my companions. Statuesque Tonia, with her chestnut hair was wearing a vivid green one-piece. It was modest in that it covered the necessary parts but the fact that it scooped almost to her coccyx at the back and was slit to her navel in a deep 'v' at the front with only a tiny bow between her breast to protect her modesty made it sexier than a string bikini. Lola, being the colour she was and proud of it, would have attracted eyes anyway but her costume guaranteed full attention. It was electric blue for a start and cut high at the hips so the front plunged between her thighs in a deep 'v', emphasising the length of her legs. While the top was relatively modest, the neckline hinting at décolletage rather than revealing it, the sides were practically non-existent, being carved away to leave a narrow strip of material joining top to bottom. If anyone was to comment there was nothing that could be pointed at as immodest but the overall effect just screamed 'sex'.
"Walk tall," Lola had hissed as we descended the last few steps of the stairs from our suite. "Look like you own the place."
"Good advice," Charles said in my head.
So I did, although my attempt at a confident smile probably looked more like an arrogant sneer. The ladies linked their arms casually in mine and we promenaded across the lobby, the three-inch heels of their sandals clicking on the parquet floor. All conversation stopped and all eyes turned to follow our progress as we smiled and nodded at the gawping faces.
"That was fun," Tonia squeaked as we settled ourselves on loungers on the terrace that ran along the front of the hotel.
"Wasn't it," Lola smiled.
"Anonymity is not an option then?" I said.
Lola swung her head round and looked at me seriously over the top of her sunglasses. "No," she said firmly. "Someday soon we are going to be very rich. Very rich people have a different view on life. Some of them are just arrogant pricks but then they'd probably be arrogant pricks even of they weren't rich. Being rich just means that everybody has to smile and pretend to like it. Those that are not arse-holes have a manner about them." She thought for a moment. "They don't ask for excellent service, they don't demand excellent service, they just take it for granted that excellent service will be given to them as part of the natural order of things. Do you see what I'm getting at?" She glanced up. "Here's the waiter."
"Sir. Ladies," the waiter bowed very slightly - it was definitely more than a nod. "May I get you drinks?"
Tonia and Lola were watching me expectantly. For an instant my mind went blank then I had an inspiration.
"What would you recommend that's light, cool and refreshing for three weary travellers?" I asked.
The man beamed. "I would recommend a Pimms No.1, sir," he said in his accented English.
I glanced at the ladies enquiringly and received nods of approval. "An excellent choice, thank you," I smiled.
Lola applauded me silently as he danced away. "Well done," she beamed.
"I couldn't think of anything else," I protested. "Why was it well done?"
"You asked for his recommendation," she said. "By that indicated you trusted his judgment to uphold the reputation of the hotel. More than that, you gave him some guidelines to follow, which showed consideration."
"I don't follow you."
"Suppose your managing director, ex of course, walked into your office and announced that he had a problem and wanted your advice. What would your reaction be?"
"Well, flattered, I suppose and puzzled as to why he'd want my advice."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Is that all? The man is waiting for a response."
"But he hasn't told me what the problem is, yet."
"Exactly. Now change managing director to rich customer and you to drinks waiter. The conversation becomes the equivalent of you saying, 'I want a drink'. What sort of drink? Soft drink? Spirits? Wine? Beer? Have you a drouth? Do you simply want to get blootered? You've given the person no idea of what you want." She shook her head. "How many times have I been in a restaurant with a client who, thinking he's impressing me, asks the server what they recommend. Little did they know that I'd've been more impressed if they'd simply ordered steak and chips promptly and precisely. At least that way they'd've shown some strength of character." She smiled. "Actually, a good waiter or waitress knows how to deal with this. They rattle of a selection of dishes and watch the reaction to each choice."
I shook my head in amazement. "I never realised ordering a pint of beer was so complicated." I turned to Tonia who was laughing. "Aren't you glad we've a lawyer in the family? It makes life so much more convoluted."
"You'll pay for that remark," Lola promised.
"I've got another question. What's a Pimms?"
They were both laughing so hard the tears were streaming from their eyes.
"You bastard," Tonia managed to gasp. "You've ruined my mascara."
"Never mind," I said mock-huffily. "I'm about to find out."
They had managed to just about pull themselves together when the waiter arrived, pulled a small table over and placed a silver tray on it. The tray contained a tall pitcher full of ice and bits of fruit in some clear liquid and three tall tumblers with straws in them. He glanced at me and at my nod, filled the tumblers. Then, with another small bow, he retreated leaving me to discover the pleasures of a Pimms No.1.
"Ah, that's good," I said with a sigh of surprised satisfaction, taking a long pull.
"Careful, it's got gin in it," Lola grinned.
"Next time we can try Sangria," Tonia said. "It's the local equivalent."
"And even more deadly," Lola added.
Duly warned, I took my time with the rest of my drink and relaxed on the lounger letting the Mediterranean sun wash over me. For the moment I forgot that I had no job and no money and was about to embark upon a highly illegal venture that might end up with a long prison sentence for all of us should we get caught. Right here and now, with a cool drink in my hand and the gentle breeze stirring the leaves of the trees that lined the terrace, all my worries faded away.
After a time, Tonia stirred. "I think I'll go back in. I don't want to burn on the first day."
"Good idea," Lola agreed. "We should start getting ready for dinner anyway."
I sighed. I could have stayed there for ever but the ladies were right, as usual. As we left I slipped a twenty under one of the coasters. I don't know why as everything was being charged but it felt like the right thing to do.
As we crossed to lobby, a tall, distinguished man rose from one of the armchairs and accosted us. "Forgive the intrusion," he said in cultured English with only the faintest hint of an accent, a friendly smile on his face, "but I noticed you and your beautiful companions earlier. This hotel in not, how shall I say, over-endowed with interesting people and my wife and I would be delighted if you would do us the honour of joining us for dinner tonight." There was a slight hesitation at the word 'wife' that made me wonder followed by the thought that the slip might have been deliberate. I glanced at the ladies who gave the faintest of nods.
"My companions and I would be delighted," I said, returning the smile and leaving the same hesitation at 'companions'. Let him chew on that for a while.
"Shall we say the bar at seven thirty?" He gave no sign he had noticed my slip.
"Perfect."
"À bientôt, then." He inclined his head and turned away.
I glanced across at his 'wife', an exceedingly attractive blonde considerably younger than her 'husband'. She flashed me a brilliant smile which I acknowledged with a nod. Charles seemed to approve, too, for
"You know, you really are quite good at this," Lola grinned when we were safely back in our suite.
"Thanks, I think," I said a trifle sourly.
"Sorry. That sounded patronising. It's just that these are dangerous people."
I took her in my arms and kissed her gently. "Lola, you and Tonia are the most amazing thing that has happened to me."
"And what about me?" Charles grumbled.
"Shut up, Charles."
"I know we came together with Charles's help but I like to think our relationship has gone beyond that. I also know that both of you are much cleverer than I and so much more knowledgeable and sophisticated. I don't resent it. I don't feel threatened by it. I depend on your guidance and I'm grateful for it. But I will not change into something I'm not. No doubt I shall say and do the wrong things. No doubt I'll appear to be the naïve fool I am. But as you keep pointing out, if all goes well, we're going to be rich beyond our wildest dreams and that means that we don't have to give a shit about what other people think.
"I trust you and Tonia to look after the business side of things. You can have all the money you want and do with it whatever you want. I know you'll look after it. However, I'm not going to spend the rest of my life tiptoeing around like a schoolboy at his posh auntie's, scared rigid about failing to conform to other people's ideas of the right way to behave. Let them conform to mine for a change." I took a deep breath and grinned. "End of lecture."
She gazed into my eyes for a moment and, in hers I could see something approaching adoration. Then she took my head between her hands and assaulted my lips with hers. I pulled her close and returned the favour. When we parted, breathless, I felt Tonia tug my arm.
"Did you mean that? About the money?" she asked.
I nodded. "The money itself is useless. It's what you can do with it that counts. I can't do anything, you can. It's yours for whatever you want." I grinned. "Tell you what, let's go to Barcelona one day and go shopping. Buy whatever you want - a thousand pound dress, a fifty quid bra - anything."
She gave me the same searing kiss as Lola. I felt quite weak at the knees at the end. Then she turned to Lola and kissed her, too. Not, perhaps, quite as passionately as she's kissed me but enough to steam my glasses if I'd worn any. I sat and watched them, feeling more than a slight stirring in my groin at the sight of these two beautiful women locked in a passionate embrace.
"You know, girlfriend," she said, "something tells me we ought to treat this man good. He's a treasure."
"You're right there, girlfriend," Lola grinned. "But don't ever tell him that. He might get ideas above his station."
Tonia cracked up at that and had to hang onto her friend for support.
As one, they came and sat on my knees and rested their heads on my shoulders. I put my arms around them, enjoying the feel of their silky skin against mine. Almost idly they began to toy with the bulge in my trunks.
"We love you," Tonia said in an odd small voice.
I was something in her tone that took me aback; a meekness I didn't associate with her. In our relationship, she and Lola were the strong ones, the ones with the drive, and I was just the follower. There was something in her voice that hinted that she might not see our relationship in quite the same way. It dawned on me that they had sort of slipped into my life without the usual traumas associated with male-female relationships so I hadn't had to go through all the agonising about what I really felt. As a result I had assumed my usual subsidiary position. That assumption could be wrong and, if it was, I could really screw up. And I knew I definitely did not want to screw up, Charles or no Charles. I thought about how I would react if one or the other or both were to leave and realised, with a start, I couldn't even contemplate it.
"What's the matter?" Tonia asked.
I gave a shaky laugh. "I was just wondering how I would feel if you left - either of you - and I realised I couldn't bear it. It would be like a part of me died. I love you so much - both of you." I hugged them tightly.
They wriggled out of my grasp, slipped to their knees and gently tugged at my trunks. I raised my butt to let them slip the garment off. They pushed my knees wide, knelt between them and bent to worship my cock: and I do mean worship. This wasn't simply oral sex. There was something about their attitude and posture that told me this went far beyond a blow-job. What it signified I didn't know but I was already tingling when Lola lifted my flaccid member delicately and laid it across my stomach. She glanced up and gave me a smile of such sly wickedness it made my toes curl.
"Charles, when I start to get hard make me a bit longer and thicker than usual. I want to really enjoy this." The familiar tingle showed he had heard.
She wet her lips then, still pinning my cock to my stomach, began to lick up the underside in long, sweeping strokes. Tonia, unable to get at me, contented herself with nibbling Lola's earlobe and neck.
"You're distracting me, Tonia," Lola murmured.
"I know, dear. That's the general idea," Tonia giggled. "I want to get at it, too."
"You're such a slut."
"I know. Isn't it fun?"
Lola gave her friend a loving smile. "You'll get your turn."
Still, she shifted a bit to give Tonia some room and returned to her self-appointed task of getting me hard. Tonia shook her head to make her hair fall forward and trailed it gently up and down the inside of my thigh, pausing to plant little kisses where her hair had passed. It was an exquisite torture and I could feel my muscles twitching at its silken touch.
I stiffened quickly under the ladies' skilful ministrations. Lola lowered her head and transferred her attentions to my balls. She licked all round my scrotum until it was wet then gently and slowly sucked each ball in turn into her mouth. Tonia's hair trailed up my stomach. She pushed Lola's restraining hand off my cock, curled thumb and forefinger round the base and started to run her tongue round and round the tip. I continued to expand, the glans gradually emerging from the foreskin. Tonia pulled the loose skin away so she could have unobstructed access to it. She glanced up at me without raising her head and smiled. Holding my gaze, she licked the tip of my cock like a lollipop. My buttocks tensed involuntarily and a shiver went up my spine. With her thumb and forefinger curled round the base, she began to masturbate me while continuing to lick the tip.
Lola, having tired of my balls, moved to the base of my shaft. Tonia removed her hand obligingly. She curved her lips into an 'o' and popped them over the tip of my cock and flicked her tongue back and forth. Lola licked and kissed her way slowly up the length. When she had almost reached the top, Tonia released me from her mouth and both of them licked and kissed up and down, one or the other occasionally taking the tip into her mouth and sucking deeply. I wanted to reach out and touch them but something told me that would be a mistake. Instead, I dug my fingers into the seat of the sofa and arched my back to offer my cock to their adoring mouths.
They seemed to almost be in telepathic communication and seemed to instinctively know which action would cause me the maximum pleasure. Whether it was a quick nibble on my shaft, a lazy tongue tracing my length or a sudden mouth sucking deeply, each move raised me higher without reaching release. Added to these were the gentle pressure of breasts against my thighs and the whisper of hair across my super-sensitive skin and, of course, there was the visual thrill of two beautiful women lost in their total concentration of pleasuring me. Part of me wanted it to go on for ever while another part of me was screaming for relief. In the end the latter part won. I tensed as I felt the cum start to rise and tried to utter a warning cry. There was no need for they sensed it, too. With a firm and steady hand, Lola persuaded me to empty my balls into their poised, open mouths. And cum I did as if I had been abstinent for a month.
When I eventually stopped twitching I was drained but they continued sucking and licking until I had completely subsided and my breathing had returned somewhat to normal. I sprawled on the settee so shattered I felt I would never move again. Lola looked at Tonia and Tonia looked at Lola. Over my knee they exchanged a steamy, spermy kiss which I could only observe with intellectual interest. My muscles began to complain and I groaned. They turned to look at me, their heads close together.
"No stamina," Tonia said, clucking her tongue.
"A shame, really," Lola agreed. "A nice boy otherwise."
"Nice boy?" I groaned. "You'll pay for that remark."
"Tut, tut. Nice boys shouldn't make idle threats," Tonia said, wagging her finger.
"If I didn't feel so good, I'd take exception to that."
Lola laughed. "Well, girlfriend, do you think it's time we got ready to knock 'em dead?"
"Yes, indeed," Tonia agreed. She patted me on the knee. "Don't lie there too long, we've a dinner engagement if you recall."
They strutted off, arms around each others' waists, hips swaying. They were so blatant I had to laugh. I had Charles fix me a recharge and one of his instant shower-and-shaves, poured a long, cool drink and went to sit on the balcony to savour the moment and admire the view for a while before I needed to go and dress for dinner.