Date: Sat, 23 Jul 2005 09:19:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: christina holloway <chrissyanne05@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Little Doe Chapters 1-3 of19

LITTLE DOE

BY

Anne Wilde

A Lesbian Romance

This is a copyrighted work of fiction written by the author.
It may not be reproduced and published elsewhere without her permission.

This is an adult/adult lesbian romance with erotica, not erotica with
romance ... it is a love story

Chapter 1

     Anne Wilde felt pleased with herself as she sipped her coffee and
surveyed the small group seated round the boardroom table. The meeting,
called as a final opportunity for everyone present to confirm all was well
for tomorrow's conference, was drawing to a close and as she sat listening
to the group she recalled the numerous meetings she herself had held over
the last three days. Meetings with all the hotel department heads at which
they had discussed everything from accommodation, meals and minor seminars
to cocktail parties, even down to the timing and content of the basic
'Coffee and Tea' breaks. Finally, with a lot of patience and determination,
she had managed to create an acceptable programme and when at last she had
presented it to Brian the hotel General Manager, even though he had still
insisted on this final get together, he had paid her a warm and
appreciative compliment.

      Leaning back in her chair and casually glancing round the table, she
admitted to herself that the organising had not been too difficult. True it
had been hard work but at the end of the day there had been few real
problems and it was now just a matter of awaiting the arrival of the
delegates. Most of them would be arriving tomorrow and then, it's just a
case of letting the conference proceed in its own sweet way she mused.  She
glanced down at the folder on the table in front of her with its impressive
blue and gold UN logo beneath which, written in heavy gold leaf lettering,
was the caption 'United Nations Organisation for the Voluntary Protection
of the Environment'.  Turning her thoughts back to the conference that she
had spent so much time preparing for, she became conscious of a distinct
waning in her enthusiasm for it. Oh well, she sighed silently. The hard
work's all been done now ... from now on my presence is purely academic
... I've done my bit and with the help of the interpreter I don't really
see any insurmountable problems arising ... there is nothing left for me to
do but wait ...

     'Oh my God, the interpreter!' she muttered to herself in sudden alarm
and jerking forward in her chair, she sat up straight. Her sudden movement
had caused Helen the Head Receptionist to glance across at her with a look
of curious surprise and Anne smiled meekly at her then looked down. Heart
beating, she quickly skimmed through her delegate list and there, almost at
the top among the VIP's, was the name she was looking for. Miss Faith
G. Hollings - Linguist - arrival Tuesday am.  My God she should have been
here ages ago she muttered to herself. She should be here, here now at this
meeting ... Damn! She again muttered under her breath. How could I possibly
not have noticed her absence. Without her we'll all most certainly be as
Brian would call it, in deep Do Do's! She glanced over at Helen who was
casually leafing through her papers. I must ask her to check up on her for
me, as soon as we finish here. She then recalled the special 'priority
request' she had been given by Brian when she arrived. He had asked her to
'personally' look after the linguist throughout the conference. 'Stick
close to her please Anne, without her we are really sunk. Try throughout
the conference to be a sort of PA to her if you can ....'

     Frowning she leant forward and highlighted the name with a marker pen
and placed the sheet on the top of her papers. I'll bet she is a dreary old
bat with no sense of humour who will bore the pants off me. She sighed
dejectedly. Someone who just because they can speak foreign languages
becomes a VIP huh ... God I really do not fancy being shut in a cubicle at
the beck and call of some weird woman talking gibberish into a microphone
all day ... to say nothing of ... Suddenly realising how her mind had
wandered again, she pulled her concentration back to the meeting and at the
same time mentally reprimanded herself.  I shouldn't make a pre-judgement
on someone I've not even met. I'm not like that. I'm being unreasonable and
I'm forming a negative view of her just because she's late. There could be
a hundred and one valid reasons for that and anyway, she might turn out to
be someone quite nice...

     Mike West, the Head of Security, was the last to speak at the meeting
and he was nearly finished. Anne viewed him with warm affection,
remembering the times they had worked together before, and she was grateful
that he was here for this conference. A nice guy she reflected, a truly
'nice guy' and a real friend ...and also the only person in the hotel that
knows I am a lesbian ... and with a small grin she recalled her
embarrassment when, purely by accident, he had found out about her sexual
preferences. In a blind panic she had pleaded with him to not tell anyone,
tearfully explaining how it would ruin her career if it ever became common
knowledge. She recalled how gentle and understanding he had been. Telling
her she was worrying unnecessarily, that being gay, or being a lesbian as
she politely corrected, was no longer a crime. '... and anyway,' he had
joked with a broad smile.  'sod what others may think.' Still, she had
still begged him not to divulge her secret and chuckling with amusement he
had reassured her. He had promised. If that was what you want then fine,
your secret is safe he had said, adding with genuine humour that he thought
she was quite bonkers and was being totally paranoid about the whole thing.

     '... and that folks' Mike stated cheerfully 'is about it!' and looking
across to Helen and then Anne he said. 'Here you go you two, the photos of
the VIP's I promised for ID purposes.' He pushed a small wad of photos
across to Helen and as he handed Anne a similar pile their eyes met and he
gave her a barely perceptible grin. 'The information on the back of these
needless to say is strictly confidential,' he went on aloud looking back to
Helen, 'and definitely not for publication. Please, both of you, I cannot
stress the importance keeping these photos safe. Helen, I would be grateful
if as soon as you can you discreetly match them with the guests when they
check in and then let me have them back with the relevant arrival slips. As
I mentioned earlier, we need to check fingerprints and signatures...'

     Standing up, Brian briefly thanked all present for their presence and
with a cheerful wish of 'Good Luck to all' declared the meeting
over. Everyone stood up and began to slowly leave the room except Anne, who
remained seated. Now what she thought, was that funny look for as casually,
she spread the photos out on the table in front of her. There were about a
dozen of them and somewhat disinterestedly she glanced through them and was
just about to scoop them back up and put them in her briefcase when the
last one, a partly hidden head and shoulders colour snap of a woman, caught
her eye. Separating it from the others she picked it up and as her eyes
focused on the picture she caught her breath. A bright clear pair of grey
green eyes stared back at her and a tingling shiver stirred the hairs on
the back of her neck and slid smoothly down her spine to settle deep in the
base of her tummy and groin. Oh my she murmured to herself, Oh my oh my,
now you really are something else...

     She studied the picture closely and mentally took in and absorbed the
features.  Your mouth's a little wide ... thought, those lips, they're just
a bit too full but, but they're sensual and somehow ... is it your mouth or
is it your eyes ... there's the faintest suspicion of a cynical little
smile there ... and those eyes, could they really be that colour ... Well,
you're not beautiful but, but you're definitely yummy ... and without
realising it, as she turned the photo over to scan the back, she ran her
tongue across her lips. On the back of the photo, surmounted by the
familiar Foreign Office logo, was a brief personal resume across which in
heavy red print was stamped the word 'CONFIDENTIAL'.  Quickly she read the
text.

IDENTITY DETAILS

     Surname. Hollings Other Names.  Faith Georgina
     Sex.  Female Nationality.  British
     Race.  Caucasian Date of Birth.  10. 02.1960
     Status.  Single Hair Colour.  Blonde
     Colour of Eyes Grey/Green Height 6 feet 1 inch
     Weight.  185 lb.  Build.  Heavy
     Profession. Linguist Military Rank. CMRA Major
     Security Clearance.  MOD Grade 4
     Notable Identification marks. Thin knife wound scar on left breast.
     Other Information.  Judo Black Belt [Dan 3].
                    Civilian Pilots Licence. Class B.
			 Validated: December 1995

     Well, I'll be damned she thought ... So you are the studious little
'old bat' I am supposed to be looking after are you. Let's see, 1960 - that
makes you thirty-six, five years older than me ... but six foot one! Jeez
that's tall. Even for a man that's taller than average and 185 lbs? Next to
me you must be enormous! Lets see ... six foot one to the short side of
five foot one and I am 100 lbs, just ... I guess that would put my face
about level with your boobs! She chuckled silently and turned the photo
over again to study the picture. Well now she thought with small grin, I
think perhaps I might enjoy this conference after all ...

     'I thought she might catch your attention. Quite something eh!' Mike's
quiet voice interrupted her speculations and he added softly 'and hey, wipe
your mouth, you're drooling!'

     'Michael for heaven's sake shhh!' Anne gasped in a startled whisper,
glancing nervously round the room. She felt her face warming with
embarrassment and was thankful that no one was near enough to have heard
them. After briefly glancing back at the photo she looked up and smiled at
him. 'Well, I have to admit that if what I see and what I read is fact,
then yes, she really is quite something.' and pushing her chair back she
stood up and turned to face him. 'I don't suppose you have met her have you
Mike?' she asked nonchalantly trying her best to sound only mildly
interested.

     Mike smiled. 'Noooo, I haven't met her but I very much look forward to
doing so.' He pointed to the photo. 'I have a better one than that of her
in my office. A full- length one and I can tell you, don't be misled by the
description on the back. It makes her out to be a bit of a jumbo but I can
assure you she is nothing of the sort. She is big yes, but from what I have
seen and heard she is absolutely stunning. A sort of a cross between a
fashion model and a Royal Marine PT instructor! I confess I really am
looking forward to meeting her.' He laughed lightly and added. 'Purely from
a business point of view of course!'

     'Well I won't bother with the full length photo just now Mike, I'll
wait for the real thing!' Anne laughed. 'What's a C M R A Major for
heaven's sake, that's a new one on me and what's the Judo bit, a Dan 3?'

     'Oh that, well CMRA is a rank sometimes given out by the Foreign
Office or is it the MOD I can't recall, it's a Civilians Military Rank
Allocation to be precise. It's given to a civilian if they, the Foreign
Office or Ministry od Defence, feel it might help in certain
situations. You know a sort of temporary rank to be used if and when
required in a military occupational environment. Generally it is for dodgy
overseas assignments. The Dan? Well, I am not too well up on Judo but I do
know that in Judo there are various stages of proficiency. You get a
different coloured belt for whatever class you achieve. Ku's I think they
are called. If my memory serves me right you start with 6th Ku, which is a
white belt. 5th I think is yellow, then Orange, Green, Blue, Brown and then
the Black Belt. After that I think you go up in Dan. To about seven or
eight I think and you then get into a red and white belt category, a plain
Red Belt it the top grade I think but I really am not too sure. The last
few I do know are very rarely achieved. In fact achieving a Brown is quite
something let alone the Black.  She really must be quite lethal.

     'She speaks God knows how many languages and has mingled with the
highest of the high and I am talking US and Russian presidents high! She's
very highly regarded in the security world and as you may have seen, she
has a very high security clearance. There are few civilians who get a CMRA
at all let alone one of Major, particularly a woman and someone as young as
her, and I am not being sexist I am being honest. My personal view is that
she is somehow connected to intelligence, military intelligence but that
really is just my own view and not to be repeated.  Socially she is also a
bit of a mystery. Very little is known about her private life.  She's
ex-directory and all that and it's rumoured that she is stinking rich and
doesn't need to work at all. For all that though I hear she does treat her
job very seriously.' He grinned at her and whispered meaningfully. 'I've
been saving her for you!' and adding in a matter of fact tone he said. 'I
think Helen knows a bit about her. Check with her!'

     'Oh I am not really interested.' Anne said lightly. She was lying and
she knew it 'It's just that she reminds me of someone that's all, I just
can't quite place her!' she retorted angrily when she saw Mike smile at her
raising an eyebrow in query.

     'Bollocks, and I know exactly where I'd like to place her.' Mike
chuckled leering suggestively.

     'Can't you just for once get your brains out of your pants you you
chauvinist pig!' she hissed and scowling menacingly playfully went to hit
him.
     'Now really children and you Miss Wilde, such talk from a lady and now
violence too? Just you behave the both of you!' The tall thin frame of
Helen Welling had suddenly appeared at their side and she was smiling at
them with amusement.  'what's this all about anyway?'

     'We, we were looking at this and this animal was making crude
suggestions as to what he would like to do her!' Anne replied trying to
look and sound detached as she held up Faiths photo.

     'Ahh the famous Faith Hollings! Yes, she is quite something isn't
she.' She grinned and looking at Mike added 'I honestly would not suggest
stepping out of line with that one Mike, in case you hadn't noticed she is
bigger than you and just to boot, she's a judo black belt!'

     'Yes, Mike was just explaining the Judo bit to me.' Anne quipped. 'As
Mike says she sounds quite lethal. At least I'll sleep secure for the next
couple of nights. I put her in the room next to mine.'

     'Well that was lucky wasn't it!' Mike smiled looking at her knowingly
and feeling the start of another flush of embarrassment forming Anne turned
away and busied herself with her files. After a short pause however she
looked round and seeing Mike was now out of earshot talking to Brian she
spoke quietly to Helen.

     'Do you know her then Helen? Faith I mean, Faith Hollings?'

     'Well no, I don't know her personally. But I do know a bit about
her. According to a friend of mine who has met her she is a remarkably
attractive woman and is apparently also quite a character. She is I
believed one of the top, if not the top UN linguists around and is very
dedicated to her job. I also heard though that she not only works very hard
but she also plays very hard. She likes a drink now and then and rumour has
it that one night she actually drank Yeltzin the Russian President under
the table!' and with a laugh she added. 'I am sorry to say though, I have
no juicy gossip about her. She has managed to keep her private life pretty
well private!'
     'Hmmm, very interesting.' Anne smiled. 'Nobody seems to know very much
about her. A right little mystery woman isn't she!' They both laughed and
Anne quickly gathered all the photos up and put them into her briefcase and
together the two women headed for the door.

     'I have a parcel for our Major Hollings.' Helen said as they left the
room. 'I have it in the safe in Reception. Should I give it to you?'

     'Sure, no problem.' Anne replied and when they reached reception and
entered Helens office Helen opened a safe and took out a thick brown
envelope.

     'There you go, it's all yours!' she said handing the package to Anne.

     'Thanks,' Anne acknowledged. 'So, who made her booking then? I am a
little concerned since she should have arrived here ages ago. She's my only
loose end at the moment and she is very late, should have been here this
morning ...' She looked down at the package that Helen had given her and
turned it over. It was heavily sealed with brown packing tape and a label,
stamped in bold red type read Strictly Confidential - Attention Addressee
Only and it was addressed to Miss F G Hollings. c/o The Williamson
Hotel. Well, at least you are a Miss she thought noting that it had been
delivered by special courier. She also saw Mike West's signature and his
security stamp confirming it had been X-rayed.

     'Well yes, I think you are right.' Helen replied. 'Just hang on a
moment and I'll get her reservation details out.' and moving to a metal
filing cabinet on her desk she pulled out a folder. Flicking through it
produced a thin sheaf of papers which she studied briefly. 'I seem to
remember that it was a travel agency booking. ... ah ha!  Here we go. The
Foreign Office originally made the booking and she is supposed to be flying
in from Moscow today. It says 'am' arrival so yes she is late. I have a
flight number if you want to check it out.'

     'Please I had better find out where she has got to and when she will
be arriving.'  Anne replied. 'God I hope we don't have a major crisis
already. The conference hasn't started yet!' and turning back to Helen she
handed her the parcel. 'This looks far too important not to be locked away
Helen. You had better keep it in the safe till we know when she is due in,
then with a chuckle she added. 'It's all a bit cloak and dagger isn't it!
Do you think she is a secret agent or something, you know, like a female
007 or something!'

     'Oh really Anne for goodness sake, you do talk rubbish some times.'
Helen scoffed.

     'Okay okay, I know.' Anne grinned. 'But she just might be, you never
know!'

     The both laughed and turning away Anne said. 'I gota go Helen, I'll
catch you later.' and leaving the reception office, she walked across the
wide lobby to the small office she had been given for the duration of her
stay. Once inside, she swiftly took the photos out from her case and placed
them in a neat pile on her desk. Seating herself at the desk she pressed
the call button on her phone.

     'Hi, would you get me International Arrivals at Heathrow please?' she
asked quietly, and picking up the photo of Faith Hollings she gazed at it
thoughtfully. 'Well well well ...You really are something aren't you Miss
Faith Hollings!' and as she studied the picture she felt her pulse
quickening again and once more, without thinking, she licked her lips. The
phone rang and without taking her eyes off the photo, she picked up the
receiver.

     Several minutes later there was a light tap on the door and Helen
entered. Anne was still holding and looking at Faiths picture and feeling
decidedly guilty, she quickly replaced it on the pile and looked up. Had
Helen known what she was thinking at that instant she thought with
amusement, she would have been horrified and probably disgusted! 'Hi!' she
smiled innocently. 'What's new?'

     'Well I just thought I would check if there was any joy with the
Hollings woman?' Helen said. 'and here, I brought you a coffee.' She placed
a mug on Anne's desk and went on. 'She should have been here hours ago you
know.'

     'I know, now. I just found out that her flight's running several hours
late.  Heathrow said they would call me as soon as she had
arrived. Apparently they are expecting the flight at any moment and the
Foreign Office have a chauffeured car standing by to bring her here.'

     'Oh er, that's posh for you. She must be a VIP then.' Helen joked. 'I
hope for your sake she isn't going to be a stuck up little Hooray
Henry. Still, that's your problem isn't it, you're the one who has to look
after her and work with her. Very closely in fact for the next forty-eight
hours or so if you count tonight.' Helens voice had an element of coldness
to it and she looked at Anne sympathetically. 'You had better watch out,
she may be a big butch Les and try to seduce you!'

     I should be so lucky Anne thought wistfully and clearing her throat
she said.  'Thanks but actually I don't think she will be a problem. She
just doesn't look the type to look for trouble. It's usually short arsed
little buggers like me that cause problems and for the record, I don't
think a six foot plus 185 lb. 'Butch Les' as you call her would be
interested in a titch like me. Mike incidentally seems to think she brill!'
     'I'm five eleven but unfortunately I'm nowhere near 185 lb.!' Helen
said.

'Actually 185 is not that heavy for someone her height, it sounds a lot but
it is not if it's well dispersed!' She walked to the door then turned to
face Anne. 'and perhaps I should remind you Anne, Mike thinks any female is
brill as you call it so I wouldn't bank on that being the case with our
Miss Hollings!'

     'True, very true but all will be revealed!' Anne grinned and as she
spoke the phone rang and quickly answering it she held up her hand to
Helen. After a brief pause, with a polite 'Thank you, thank you for calling
us' she put the phone down and looked back up to Helen. 'That was
Heathrow. She is on her way. Should be here in less than an hour. The
flight was delayed ... by four hours to be precise.'

     'Poor little thing must be shattered. Probably been travelling for
days!' Helens voice had warmed noticeably and she went on. 'If you are
going to meet her then I will get her room card ready. You can stop by
reception and collect it for her and I'll also register her for you when
she arrives, it'll save time.'

     Anne chuckled aloud. 'Oh you're sooo sweet Helen, and I thought you
were such a hard bitch! What happened to the potential pain in the arse by
the way, the Hooray Henry? The Big Butch Les?  ... Oh and by the way Helen
dear, for the record, she a is a woman of thirty six who is over six feet
tall and weighs in at 185 pounds.  She is also alleged to be stinking rich
and just for kicks is a judo black belt and flies bloody aeroplanes! By any
stretch of the imagination, our 'Major' Faith Hollings is definitely not a
poor little thing!'

     They both laughed and Helen grinned. 'Okay but you know what I mean!
Let's give her the benefit of the doubt shall we, just for now!' and with a
casual wave she left the office closing the door behind her.

     Anne looked again at the photo. So Miss Hollings, are you a big butch
lesbian about to seduce me? What ever you are the more I see and hear about
you the more and more interested I get. My God we haven't even met and
you've already got my libido doing overtime ... With a smile she looked at
her watch and replacing the photo carefully on the pile she locked them in
her desk drawer and stood up. Critically she glanced at herself in the
mirror and brushing the creases from her skirt she straightened her blouse
and pushed her thick black hair back over her shoulders.  Turning from the
mirror she crossed the room and locking the door behind her left her
office.

      'Just going to pop up to my room to freshen up a bit but you can
bleep me if you need me.' she called to Helen as she passed
Reception. 'I'll only be a few minutes or so.' Helen waved acknowledgement
and she hurried up the stairs to her room.  In her suite, after closing the
door behind her, she quickly removed her skirt and blouse and after a quick
wash seated herself at the dressing table. She felt excited.  Physically
and mentally excited at the prospect of Faith's arrival and picking up her
hair brush as she began vigorously brushing her long dark hair, she was
tense with anticipation. Finally, after some meticulous application of her
makeup, she stood up.  Crossing over to a wardrobe she removed a clean
white cotton shirt and a short cream skirt and after slipping them on, she
pirouetted before the mirror, examining her reflection. Appreciatively, she
noted the snug fit of the skirt and blouse and smoothing and straightening
them silently admitted that for a shortie, figure wise she didn't look
'half bad'. With a final adjusting touch to her hair, she stood
back. 'That's the best I can manage for you now Miss Hollings.' she
murmured aloud and as she stepped into a pair of white high heels she said
quietly. 'I hope you are ready for some very, very personal attention when
you get here, because you're about to get a king size portion!' and with a
final glance at the mirror she walked to the door but, as she went to open
it, she glanced briefly at the other door in the corner of the lounge. It
was the adjoining door to Room 111. The room she had allocated to Faith
Hollings.  'Well,' she muttered quietly and crossing over to it she turned
the key and unlocked it. 'Let's not have any barriers between us shall we,
we don't want to give the wrong impression ...' She glanced at her
watch. '... about half an hour to go I guess and she'll be here ... let's
just hope Helen's wrong about the butch bit.' and with a chuckle she left
her suite, closed the door behind her and made her way down to the foyer.



    ~ 2 ~

     Faith Hollings wearily entered the arrivals concourse at Heathrow
Airport and after commandeering a stray luggage trolley she retrieved her
two cases from the carousel and headed for Customs. Like most trolleys the
one she had found had a mind of it's own and making her way somewhat
erratically into the customs area she watched with mild concern a customs
officer observing her inelegant progress. As she moved up the isle in the
direction of the exit the _expression on the officers face was one of
amusement with a heavy overtone of lechery, and for a moment, she was
annoyed. Randy bugger she muttered to herself but realising he was showing
more interest in her and in what he envisioned lay within the confines of
her clothes rather than in her luggage she was almost thankful.

     With a tight condescending smile she wrestled the manic trolley past
him and though still very much aware of his continued observation of her
backside was too fatigued to be bothered with a retaliatory or reprimanding
glance. Dream on sunshine she muttered under her breath, it's the wrong
time wrong place and for you amigo, for what you are after you are the
wrong gender as well ... But as she rounded the corner and disappeared from
his vision into the main terminal she gave a quiet sigh of relief and
pushing the deranged trolley across the crowded terminal hall, she battled
her way through the throng of people to finally reached the airline desk.

     'I am Faith Hollings.' she politely informed a ground receptionist
seated behind the counter. 'I have just come in on your Moscow flight?
Hopefully you have some messages for me?'

     The receptionist looked up and on seeing Faith stood up immediately
and replied with gushing enthusiasm. 'Oh Miss Hollings, oh yes I do!' Faith
noted the woman's quick but undisguised visual body check and resulting
look of approval and as Faith gave her a guarded but friendly smile she
went on. 'I do have a message for you Miss Hollings but on behalf of the
Company may I first apologise for the delay on your flight? I believe it
was explained to you in Moscow that the delay was for reasons beyond our
control ... a corny phrase I know but it really was out of our hands. This
business with the Chinese President dying, I am afraid everyone's air
traffic schedules from the East and Far East have been very badly disrupted
over the last twenty-four hours. All the same though, we sincerely
apologise for any inconvenience you have incurred.' She smiled broadly at
Faith who again noticed her eyes drop to gaze quickly and approvingly, if
not lovingly over her figure.

      Though appreciating the homage she returned the smile without giving
encouragement. 'Please don't worry about it. Though I have to admit I could
have done without the delay. I am just a little bit weary.' For a moment
they stood looking at each other until Faith finally, with some amusement,
broke the silence and said politely. 'The message? You said you had a
message for me, may I have it please?'

      'Oh the message. Yes but of course Miss Hollings!' The woman's face
coloured as she quickly looked down to her desk and retrieved an envelope
which Faith saw had her name on it. 'A suite has been reserved for you Miss
Hollings at the Williamson Hotel. For three nights and transport has also
been arranged for you. The journey from here to the hotel takes about three
quarters of an hour to an hour...  depending on the traffic of course! Are
you ready to leave now?'

     Faith nodded and handing the envelope to a uniformed chauffeur who had
suddenly appeared at her side the receptionist went on. 'Please go with
Peter Miss Hollings, he is your chauffeur and will take care of you and
your luggage.' and with what Faith thought was far more enthusiasm than
would normally have been expected by the airline, she added the obligatory
'... I wish you a pleasant journey and thank you for flying with us. I do
hope you will fly with us again!'

     Faith gave her a friendly polite farewell smile and then turned to the
chauffeur who picked up the two cases and together they walked towards the
main terminal exit.  When they reached the doors he turned to her. 'Please
wait here Ma'am whilst I bring the car. I will be just a moment.' Faith
nodded and watched him depart with her luggage. The instant that the doors
swished open and then closed behind him a chill gust of damp air had
swirled through the gap to remind her that summer in the UK was long
gone. ... Better than St. Petersburg and Moscow though she thought as
hurriedly she slipped her jacket on and moments later when Peter pulled up
in a shining black XJ, she walked to it quickly, hugging herself tightly to
keep out the cold. Thanking a porter who had rushed to open the door for
her she ducked inside and settled comfortably back into her seat.

     'It should take us about an hour ma'am,' Peter said politely. 'just
you relax and enjoy the drive.'

     The car pulled smoothly away and soon they were quickly slotted into
the motorway traffic heading for London. Faith stretched her legs out and
rested her head back on the headrest. Generally speaking she decided, these
last couple of days have not been ones I want to remember. In fact, they
have been a shambles! She recalled arriving at a freezing Sheremetyevo
airport in Moscow at four am that morning. The delayed flight from
St. Petersburg causing her to miss the connection flight to London and then
finding that the next flight to London hadn't even arrived and that she
would have a four hour wait. That I could have done without she thought
glancing at her watch. I've been travelling now for over eighteen hours
... and I worked for nine hours before that ... Realising she was tired and
appreciating the warmth and silent comfort of the car she closed her
eyes. It's nice at last not to having to talk she told herself, and it's
even nicer not having to think!

     But she did think. Brief fleeting and painful recollections shadowed
across her mind reminding her that all her hard work over the last couple
of months sadly had been a self-inflicted burden. The burden taken on in an
effort to blot out the grief of Sally walking out on her. She recalled the
desolation and despair she had experienced as the memories of arriving home
exactly three months ago to the day returned. How she had been greeted not
with the love and affection she'd expected but instead a neat cryptic note
from her now ex-lover. After five years she had 'met someone else' and
left. Left without a trace.

     She remembered shutting herself away in what had been 'their room' for
two whole days and nights, sobbing out her grief ... and then I hit the
bottle ... God how ill I felt afterwards, it was weeks before I could face
a drink again and even now the thought of Scotch makes me gag! I was so
lucky Annette and Sylvie had been there to watch over me. Eventually, with
unbelievable patience they had coaxed me back to reality. They were so
understanding ... flat mates but true friends as well ... true friends are
hard to find but I have definitely got a couple there. I owe them both ...

     And since then?  Well I've combated the loneliness and sadness with
hard work.  Driving myself to the limit has kept my mind occupied and
basically the exercise has been successful. I have recovered as they said I
would. A little hardened and even a little bitter perhaps but time does
heal ... but it also leaves its scars ...

     'Hotel Williamson Ma'am!' Suddenly aware of a voice she blinked her
eyes open and looked out of the window. The car had stopped outside the
hotel and Peter was getting out. He opened her door and said. 'The porter
will look after your luggage Ma'am, enjoy your stay here.'

     Quickly she retrieved a ten pound note from her purse and getting out
of the car, she handed it to him with a smiling 'Thank you'. Seeing a
porter collecting her cases she acknowledged Peters polite touch of his cap
and seeking the sanctuary of the hotel, she passed swiftly through the
revolving doors in to the welcoming warmth of a modern spacious hotel
lobby. Now this is more like it she thought. Civilisation again.  She
paused, briefly taking in the comfortable surroundings, then locating the
check-in desk she began to walk across the wide hall, closely followed by
the luggage-bearing porter.

* * *
     Sitting patiently at a courtesy desk in the foyer awaiting her arrival
Anne had seen the car pull up. Her heart beat had quickened as she briefly
glimpsed the tall blonde figure exit the car and she waited with bated
breath for her to enter the hall and when she did, her heart literally
tripped over it's self. Oh My God she gasped silently, she really is
impressive ... and getting up from her chair she walked round the desk and
watched as Faith paused for a moment then purposefully moved across the
hall towards reception. Move is the right word for it she thought. She
doesn't walk she, she glides ...

     As she studied her more closely the pleasurable little shiver she had
experienced when she first saw her photo returned and the next emotion that
swathed through her was one of an overpowering, very basic, sexual
arousal. She felt her sex suddenly warm and tighten, her nipples hardened
and suddenly her mouth was very dry. She licked her lips and fazed for a
moment, almost dizzy, she leant back against the corner of the desk to
steady herself. Oh my she whispered again under her breath, but you really
are something else. You are everything I expected and more ... but you are
gorgeous ...!

     With a deep sigh she pushed herself away from the desk and somehow
managed to start walking towards her. Mesmerised, she watched as Faith
casually removed her jacket to reveal smooth sun-tanned arms. They looked
strong but not muscular and Anne again licked her lips and her eyes were
drawn to the full gentle swell of Faiths breasts. She sighed again and
swallowed as her mind quickly digested the details of Faiths stature and
general appearance. She's taller and she's bigger than I imagined.  The
photo brief had said 'Build - Heavy' but that's a tad unfair ... her figure
is magnificent, big but it's so perfectly proportioned ...!

     'Miss Hollings, Miss Faith Hollings?' She heard herself call and
determined to appear efficient she steeled herself for their meeting. When
Faith turned and their eyes met however, her heart thudded, tripped a beat,
and she faltered. Thankfully her legs that had suddenly threatened to give
way didn't, and though feeling unsteady, she battled on and reaching Faith
she held out her hand. 'Miss Hollings. I am Anne Wilde the Conference
Co-ordinator. Welcome to the Williamson Hotel.'

     Hearing her name called Faith had stopped and turned. She saw Anne
approaching her and watched her with immediate interest. She is obviously
confident that I am who she thinks I am she thought quickly taking in the
neat trim figure, her wavy dark shoulder length hair and smiling face. My
but you are a cute little bundle aren't you she mused, and returning the
smile she took the offered hand. 'Yes, I am Faith Hollings.' she said
quietly.

     For a second Anne was speechless as her body took another battering of
emotional turmoil. Faiths eyes were the clear grey green she had seen in
the photo and her voice was soft, low and in her view, unbelievably
sensuous. Suddenly conscious of the light cool pressure of Faiths hand she
gazed down stared at the long slim fingers that held her. They're beautiful
she thought and realising she had been holding on to them far too long she
quickly released them and looking back up at Faith said. 'I am here to look
after you Miss Hollings, I gather you have had a bit of a rotten day so
far!'

     'Well thank you Miss Wilde.' Faith answered smiling down at
her. 'Actually yes, it has been a bit of a rough couple of days! How did
you know who I was?'

     'Oh that was quite easy really Miss Hollings. I knew what time your
flight came in from Moscow even though it was late and I also recognised
you from the photo in our security file.' With a quiet laugh she added. 'I
also have friends at the airport.  They tipped me off by ringing me to say
you were on your way!'

     They were standing very close to each other and Faith, aware of the
slight fragrance of Anne's body, found herself deliberately inhaling. Oh
dear me she thought wryly when she realised what she had done. Now I
haven't done that for a while ...  She looked down at Anne and
smiled. 'Well, I am impressed and I'm flattered Miss Wilde and I really
don't think I warrant such attention!'

     	Anne chuckled. 'If you would be kind enough to come with me I have
a couple of bits and pieces for you and I disagree! Contrary to what you
say, the Hotel Williamson has never had such a prestigious conference as
this one and without you being here it would be a complete non-starter!'

      'You're are very kind but I assure you there are dozens of other
interpreters who could do the job just as ably as I.' Faith replied. 'but I
do thank you for the complement!' Anne indicated a nearby courtesy desk and
as they moved towards it Faith felt a light pressure on the small of her
back and realised it was Anne's hand lightly guiding her. Oh yes, she
thought. You can dish out this sort of looking after treatment as much as
you like little one, it's just what I need right now. Deliberately she let
her body drift over to brush Anne's side and though the contact was barely
more than a gentle nudge she enjoyed the contact and realised, with a touch
of amusement, that very subtly she was flirting with her.

     Anne was now totally smitten and captivated by Faith. The warm smile,
the soft low voice and the unwavering gaze ... That in it's self is enough
to turn me on she thought but the warmth and firmness beneath my hand on
her back ... Wow! God but she is just something else ... Then it
happened. She felt the gentle contact of Faiths hip and thigh on her side
and she caught her breath as the wave of blatant sexual awareness and
yearning surged through her. Thankfully they had reached the desk but as
she quickly went to walk round it to sit down she inadvertently bumped into
Faith, and to her dismay, she felt her breast briefly but very firmly press
into Faiths arm.
     'Oh I - I am sorry!' she stammered pulling away. She could feel her
face turning crimson and hurriedly she sat down behind the desk and
avoiding eye contact with Faith, she fumbled with her keys to open the
drawer. She swallowed and cleared her throat. 'Tell me Miss Hollings. How
many languages do you speak?' As soon as she asked the question she
regretted it. If that isn't the stupidest bloody question of the year I
don't know what is she sighed silently. She's a multi-linguist for Gods
sake ...  Oh God I'm lost ... I need time, time to pull myself together ...

     Faith had felt the soft and distinctly feminine touch on her bare
arm. She had immediately registered the tender yet firm roundness of Anne's
small breast through her thin cotton blouse and the smaller hard little
imprint of what she knew could only be the point of a decidedly firm little
nipple. It had been unmistakable and her own body had instantly reacted,
and powerfully. Her own nipples at once had hardened and smooth tingling
engulfed her sex.  Somewhat taken aback by the force of her physical
reactions, she looked down at Anne who had seated herself and after
nonchalantly pushing her hair back over her shoulders, was now unlocking a
drawer in the desk as though nothing had happened.

     'Oh, about eight or ten I guess.' she replied. 'Fluently that is, but
I can get through on a couple of others.' Come on Hollings she muttered to
herself, get your act together for heavens sake. Your getting carried away
here ...

     Anne once more cleared her throat. 'I have you booked into a suite on
the first floor Miss Hollings. It's not non-smoking as I didn't know if you
did. Smoke I mean.  I hope that is all right. I can change it if you wish?'
She forced herself to look up at Faith but meeting again the unwavering
stare had to look away again. God but you are devastating, your
overpowering me and I'm not used to being overpowered ... in my little
world I do the overpowering ... Nervously she moved the brochures round on
the desk, stacking them into neat little piles, fighting for time to
collect herself.

     'That will be fine.' Faith replied quietly. 'I don't smoke but that
will be fine and please, if we are going to be working together and I hope
be friends, can we drop the formality? I would prefer you called me by my
first name.' She realised she was repeating herself and cursed under her
breath and little alarm bells rang at the back of her mind. Accidental or
not she mused, and I think that last touch was, any physical contact with
you little one is going to cause me serious problems. This is no ordinary
encounter and you are no ordinary woman. If your lesbian, if you makes a
play for me, I know I will be unable to or want to resist ... She shook her
head. I'm to weak right now, too vulnerable. I must keep my distance and
returning Anne's smile, she ruefully stroked her arm.

     'Thank you Faith and please, please call me Anne. I hope and I'm sure
we will be very good friends.' Having at last retrieved the right key
unlocked the desk drawer and produced 'the package' she went on. 'This is
for you Faith, it arrived yesterday. It looks sort of important.' She
handed her the parcel and as she meekly sat in front of her she felt her
pulse throbbing noisily in her temples and felt drained and unsure of
herself. This is bloody stupid ... for goodness sake pull yourself together
Wilde, you can handle this ...

     'Ahhh thanks.' Faith replied. 'I was a little worried that this might
not have arrived. Actually it's the written text of the opening speeches
for tomorrow. I'll be giving an on the spot translation of course but they
insist on a written copy of the actual speeches.  They being the Russian
delegation that is. I will have to type the translations for them ... do
you happen to know if my typewriter's been delivered? It is a sort of, well
it's a very special type of word processor!'

     'It came yesterday and I had it put in your room.' Anne smiled.

     'Great, and thank you. I'll do these later after I have
unpacked. Perhaps I can get some photocopies done?'

     'Sure, of course.' Anne answered enthusiastically. 'Just give me a
buzz when you're ready. How long will the typing take you?' Faith was
holding the package in both hands, turning it over as she examined it and
Anne watched, again mesmerised.  Those hands, those fingers, they are so
long and so sensual ...

     'Oh an hour or so I guess.' Faith replied. 'Not too long hopefully
with Sam's help. She's a bit like a conveyer belt, you shove all the
Russian in one end, she looks at it, and then shoves the English version
out at the other and vice versa. It's cheating really but I do have to
check her grammar. She isn't very hot on that!'

     She had laughed lightly and Anne gazed at her in silent adoration. God
but you're gorgeous when you laugh. I must make you laugh more often Faith
Hollings ...  then pulling herself together she asked with a grin. 'You,
you call your typewriter Sam?'

     'But of course!' Faith chuckled. 'She has to have a name. I believe
it's the Buddhist monks who consider everything, even machines have an
awareness, a soul of some sort so, I gave my processor a name just in
case. Samantha actually!'

     'Well, I didn't know about the monks but I call my PC Sophie so I
guess after all I'm not so daft as some think!' Anne smiled. 'Anyway, I
have a message for you from a Mr Howard. He called to say he would not be
arriving tonight. He says he will see you before the conference tomorrow
morning.'

     'Oh yes that's Mark,' Faith replied. 'he's sort of my boss.'

     'Oh, I see. Well here is the room card for your Room, Room 111 and you
do not need to register as Helen, our head of Reception who you will meet
later, has already done it for you. As I said before Faith, please call on
me if you need anything at all.  We are here to help.' She handed Faith the
small perspex room card and as Faith took it from her, their fingers
fleetingly touched. The brief contact sent a little shiver of awareness
swathing up her arm and she stared for a moment at the long fingers then
looking up she met Faiths steady unwavering gaze. Her close proximity was
beautifully overpowering and her insides churned as her awareness of Faiths
intoxicating sexuality enveloped her. God but I want you Faith Hollings she
silently murmured. You're unbelievable, I'll never be able to keep my hands
off you if we are going to be together for two whole days .... your just
too much ...

     Pulling her eyes away and taking a deep breath she went on. 'Your room
card is also your door key. Although for you all services are complimentary
in the hotel should you use any of the hotel services the hotel does ask
that you show the card if requested to do so. If you have any problems
whatsoever Faith, please call me. I have a bleeper so just dial 977 on the
nearest phone, tap in the extension number you are on and replace the
receiver. I will be in touch immediately. We are neighbours by the way, I'm
in Room 110 and Oh, I almost forgot. Although many of the delegates arrive
tomorrow an informal buffet reception has been arranged for eight-thirty
this evening.  There should be at least a couple of dozen delegates there
plus members of the hotel management and senior staff. I do hope you will
attend!' She looked at Faith questioningly, raising an eyebrow. At least I
sound efficient she thought having struggled to sound natural. Let's hope I
look efficient ... but she is so impressive, so cool, so tempting ...

     'I will look forward to it Anne and I'll call you when I have finished
this lot,' Faith said holding up the papers. 'though I think that perhaps
I'll shower and maybe just get my head down for a couple of hours. I am a
bit weary. I had a very early start this morning, in fact thinking about it
it was yesterday when I actually started travelling!'

     'Of course Faith, if I haven't heard from you by about seven thirty
I'll give you a call,' then with a sudden pang of guilt Anne added. 'unless
of course you are too tired and would rather perhaps give tonight a miss. I
will quite understand!' Holding her breath she waited for Faiths
reply. Don't you dare she prayed, don't you dare say you won't come, if you
do I'll scream...

     'Oh no, not at all, it will do me good. I look forward to it.' Faith
answered and with a broad smile said. 'Providing of course that you will be
there to look after me. I am a stranger here you know!' A twinge of nervous
but pleasurable raw adrenaline slid through her chest as she realised she
was again mildly flirting with her and she looked down into the clear blue
eyes with a sudden renewed interest. You young lady ... I think you and I
should ... Mentally she shook herself. Oh for heaven's sake she murmured
silently, behave yourself ...

     Anne was for a moment lost for words then finding her voice she
gasped. 'But of course I will Faith!' and regaining her composure she
said. 'I know you must be weary after your journey so I will let you go
now. I'll tell reception that you are not to be disturbed.' and thinking
for a moment she said 'I'm afraid you've missed the restaurant for lunch
but you can order anything you like from room service ... may I order you
something?'

     'Thanks but I'm fine, I ate on the flight over and I have been offered
so many meals in the last couple days, dinners, breakfasts and lunches at
the airports and on the aircraft. I couldn't face food right now thanks but
one thing I would like to do, may I put my passport and some money in the
hotel safe?'

     'Of course, I will take you to reception. Unless you would like me to
do it for you.' Anne offered. 'I can give you the receipt later this
evening before we come down.'

     'That would be kind. Thank you.' Faith replied and she quickly opened
her hand bag and took out her passport and a small envelope. Anne again
watched Faiths hands as she manipulated the envelope and passport and her
heart began thumping again. I have never seen such beautiful hands ... such
long, such sensual fingers ... She watched her take a couple of notes from
the envelope then as Faith lifted it to her lips she stared transfixed. The
pink tip of Faiths tongue slid slowly along the flap and looking up she saw
Faiths eyes were smiling at her as quickly sealing the envelope, she handed
it and the passport to her. 'Thank you.' she said quietly. 'I am very
grateful.'

     'My pleasure.' Anne managed. 'I'll, I will sort this out and, well I
look forward to seeing you later then.' Looking past her she signalled to a
porter and when he arrived she said. 'Please take Miss Hollings to Room 110
Paul.' Immediately realising her mistake she put her hand over her mouth
and stared at Faith totally appalled. 'Oh no, 110's my room!' Covered in
confusion she looked back to the porter and quickly corrected herself. '111
Paul, take Miss Hollings to Room 111!'

     Faith watched as the surge of colour rose up Anne's neck to swiftly
flush her cheeks. How divine she thought, how absolutely divine but really
little one you needn't be embarrassed. I would be delighted to share your
room with you, and your bed for that matter! ... and raising an eyebrow in
mock surprise she grinned at her.  'Thought there for a moment I'd be
seeing you sooner than I expected!' she teased and before Anne could reply
she turned away and followed the porter to the lifts on the other side of
the foyer. Looking back when they were inside she saw Anne casually leaning
against the desk watching her. She was smiling and returning her wave she
smiled back and purposely held their eye contact until the lift doors had
swished shut cutting off their vision. Well well she mused. I wonder if you
would look at me like that if you knew I fancied you ... She chuckled
silently, thinking of Anne's slip in asking the porter to put her in her
room. What an appealing and delightful suggestion she thought with a
smile. You my little one can come and tuck me up anytime ...  right now I
could do with a bit of personal attention and affection.



   ~ 3 ~

     Resting back against the desk Anne watched Faiths retreating figure
with a mixture of admiration and lustful desire. She was perplexed,
embarrassed and yet strangely elated. Faiths graceful walk and the gentle
swing of her hips, so clearly defined by the snug fit of her trousers, she
found intoxicating and unashamedly she ogled the light undulating play of
her buttocks. Some people have legs that just go up and blend gently and
unobtrusively into their bums she thought with a grin, and some people have
legs that go up to create a butt that's so sensational that ... well you
Faith Hollings are one of those chosen few and I don't care how big you
are, you are one very sexy lady ...

     She watched her enter the lift then turn and face her. A tall,
elegant, perfectly composed and to all outward appearances, truly
impressive and attractive woman Anne thought. But to me you are the epitome
of total desire and sexuality and unabashed by the highly salacious
thoughts that careered through her mind, she smiled and returned Faiths
wave. At that moment she suddenly became aware that across the lobby,
Faiths eyes had somehow homed in and were now locked with hers.  The
bewitching gaze held her and helpless to stop it she felt a the wave of
yearning desire sweep through her again. Her insides shuddered and when the
lift doors slid shut to cutt off their eye contact. She remained still,
staring at them entranced. What is it with her she groaned inwardly ... she
aroused me, she turned me on just by looking at me across a crowded room
...

     Grateful that she had been too far away to see her confusion she
quickly recovered her composure and stepped away from the desk.  Roll on
seven thirty she sighed turning to go back to her office and she all but
collided into the ample figure of Amanda Willis, the hotel housekeeper, who
unknown to Anne had just arrived in time to see Faiths departure and was
standing close behind her.

     'Do I see a little touch of envy there Miss Wilde?' Amanda grinned,
nodding innocently in the direction of the now closed lift doors. 'So tell
me Anne, was that a bird, was it a plane? No! That was Superwoman! Jeeez I
didn't know they made women like that. I heard she was kind of special but
Wowee! She should be in the movies! Have you ever had that feeling that you
might as well give up trying to look female?' she chuckled then added
quickly. 'No offence meant by the way!'

      'None taken Amanda and I know exactly what you mean.' Anne
laughed. 'But at least you have a body that's comparable. Me, she made me
feel like a stick insect!'

     'Rubbish! I am afraid she leaves us both well and truly in the wings
Anne. She really is quite something isn't she.'

     Having now regained her composure Anne grinned and with an audible
sigh said. 'Yeah, as you so rightly say Amanda, quite something.' They both
laughed and Anne with a parting smile, headed for Reception.
     After depositing Faiths documents and collecting the receipt she
walked thoughtfully to her office, very much aware that Faith Hollings had
successfully inflicted a very pleasant, but a very severe, shock to her
whole system. Entering her office she closed the door behind her and with a
groan of relief sat down at her desk and dejectedly sat back and reflected
on the way things had gone since Faiths arrival.  ... and I had wanted so
much to impress her she said half aloud, but, but oh God it it could not
have gone more horribly horribly wrong ... I was a bumbling idiot. She
closed her eyes as she recalled bumping into Faith at the courtesy desk and
how her breast had brushed against her arm. Brushed? Stabbed more like it
she thought cupping the offending breast in her hand. She felt the hardness
of her nipple pressing into her palm and she knew Faith could not have
failed to have felt it too and she recalled how she had blushed with
embarrassment ... and when with out thinking I circled her waist, touching
her lightly to guide her to the courtesy desk, I have never felt such a
sensation. Such an awareness of physical power and ... and such
overwhelming powerful and feminine sexuality ... and the more she thought
about the encounter, the more she became amazed at the strength of her
physical response.

     Sighing, as dismally she relived the final total embarrassment, she
leant forward and putting her elbows on the desk, held her face in her
hands. Imagine, imagine me telling the porter to put her into my room, my
room! Jesus what must she be thinking of me ... Oh God how stupid of
me... wishful thinking on my part perhaps and what a lovely thought but,
but what a stupid stupid blunder! and then what did do? I just stood there
blushing like a little school girl and it showed, I know it must have
showed. My face was on fire, I could feel it burning! Where in hell was the
forceful, dominating 'no shit I am in charge' Anne Wilde when I needed
her. From the very moment she walked in to the hotel I've been a walking
disaster. I've behaved like a gooey, silly little school girl with a crush
on the head prefect ... and I guess, with the difference in our size, stood
next to her I probably looked like a little schoolgirl ... and all this
with a woman who I have to work with for the next two days ...

     She sighed again. Her body felt remote and disconnected and swallowing
awkwardly she ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it back over her
shoulders.  The unsolicited action she knew was a nervous response that
occurred only very rarely and only when she was greatly disturbed and
uncertain of herself. 'I am used to being in control!' she muttered quietly
clenching her fists in frustration. She closed her eyes and in her mind she
saw Faith standing in front of her smiling her gentle wide smile, her eyes
gazing at her, almost teasing ... then she saw her swaying hips, scantily
wreathed in delicate soft feminine lingerie ... her heart began to thump
and she nibbled her lower lip and sighed. God but I want that woman. She is
the most gorgeous, sexiest woman I have ever ...

     'Hi shorty!' Startled, Anne blinked her eyes open and saw Helen
entering the office. 'Here you go,' she said cheerfully, placing a mug of
coffee on Anne's desk.  'Thought you might need reviving! So how about our
lady VIP then?' and before Anne could answer she went on. 'I saw her from
afar and like Wooow!' She rolled her eyes expressively and looked up at the
ceiling. 'Quite some looker huh! Big but oh boy what a looker! Amanda
reckons women like that should not be allowed out in public places and she
says she's going to lock Mike up for the next couple of days!'

     'I take her point, and thanks.' Anne chuckled picking up the mug and
taking a sip of the coffee. 'Actually though, I thought she was very
nice. I liked her. Apart from the fact that stood next to her I felt like a
stick insect! That is one heck of a lot of female female Helen and what's
really alarming is that everything is in the right place and in the right
proportion. And do you know what is even more maddening?' She looked up at
Helen and grinned. 'Just to top it all off she's intelligent! Reckons she
speaks about a dozen languages. I wouldn't have minded if she had just been
a bimbo but no, she has brains damn it!' She giggled and looked away and
tentatively she asked. 'Did you see her figure Helen? I have never felt so
unfeminine and titless as I did when I was standing next to her!'

     'Oh don't be silly, you have a very nice and very feminine little
figure Anne.  Okay so your boobs are small but let's be honest darling,
you're small period.' and she added hurriedly. 'but very attractive with
it!'

     Anne glanced up, for a moment caught off balance by the compliment.
Fleetingly she wondered if Helen was giving her a come-on but quickly
dismissed the thought. Helen was looking thoughtfully across the room at
the rain on the window.

'You're what five foot. Five one maybe and about 115lb.' Helen said
thoughtfully. 'I seriously mean this nicely but Anne, your boobs are
probably about the same size as mine and you've got much the same figure as
me, measured horizontally that is but I'm a foot taller than you. Almost
the same height as our Miss Hollings is in fact so you can imagine how I
must feel.' Her face held an almost vacant crestfallen _expression and then
she said with a smile. 'I watched her crossing the lobby to the lift and I
got the impression she was gliding, not walking. People aren't supposed to
be that graceful Anne. She really pissed me right off!' She laughed and
went on.  'Seriously though, she was very impressive.' Suddenly she turned
to Anne and exclaimed excitedly. 'Those clothes Anne! Did you see those
gorgeous clothes? God they must have cost an absolute fortune and I bet, I
bet she had them specially made!'

     'Well, according to Mike she's worth a fortune so I guess you could be
right.'  Anne answered. 'She can probably afford clothes like
that. Honestly though Helen, she did seem nice, I liked her.' As soon as
she had spoken she cautioned herself.  That's twice you've said that she
told herself, don't be so enthusiastic, she'll start to suspect ...

     'Is she coming to the Reception?' Helen asked folding her arms and
walking over to the window.

     Anne got up and joined her. 'Yes. I'm meeting her at
seven-thirty. I'll bring her in to meet you then take her round to meet
Mike and show her the Conference Hall.  She'll want to check out the sound
facilities and the equipment I guess though I have already done it myself.'
	The two women stood together watching the rain until with a deep
sigh Anne turned away
 and returning to her desk sat down and said ' And then I'll take her to
the Reception.'
     'Just make sure that Mike doesn't try to check out her equipment.'
Helen joked as she turned to leave and laughing she added. 'Though I
suspect Amanda would string him up from the rafters if she caught him
straying.'

     'Mike is okay Helen. I've known him for a couple of years now and I
can tell you, he's an Okay guy. Typical male in some ways. All talk and so
on but it's harmless talk and believe it or not, he is a gentleman! Apart
from which I don't think he would be that daft anyway. The risk of trying
something with someone as important as her ...'

     'Oh don't get me wrong Anne,' Helen interrupted. 'I like Mike, in fact
in an odd way he is quite an attractive bloke really. But as far as our
Miss Hollings is concerned don't be too dismissive of her vulnerability. I
know there are not many eligible men here but hotels are funny places and
get a bunch of strangers together and, well even VIPs with brains have been
known to crack and end up in the sack! VIP's have emotions too you know but
anyway, enough of this chat I have work to do. If you want me you know
where to find me ... I need to do some final checks, make sure I haven't
forgotten anything or more important anyone before tonight!'

     'Can you tell reception not to disturb Faith.' Anne said looking up at
her. 'She said she'd like to rest this afternoon. I think she's gone
bye-byes!'

     'My, so we're on first name terms already are we?' Helen grinned.

     'Helen Welling!' Anne retorted with mock hurt. 'Shame on you! I'll
treat that comment with the disdain it deserves and I would also remind you
that it was you who went all silly about the poor little thing being tired
earlier on and that we should look after her. Go find Colin if you've
nothing better to do than give me a hard time!'
     	'You fight fair Wilde, that's below the belt!' Helen laughed. She
turned on her heel and with a shrug of her thin shoulders she flounced out
of the room, closing the door noisily behind her.

	Anne grinned and picked up her coffee. ... Jeeze, in just a few
hours my well controlled little life has been turned turtle ... and the
trouble is, I'm all on my own on this one. No one here can know my real
emotions ... no one except Mike of course, he knows of my leanings but
friend though he is I don't want him involved ... and if anyone else found
out it would be disaster with a capital D. A small shiver of dread slid
through her as she contemplated the thought of exposure and putting the mug
down she held her head, pressing her hands to her temples ... and what if
Faith found out ... assuming she's straight that is, she would ...

     	Quickly she opened her eyes and looked up. If she's straight? In
all this I automatically assumed she was but ... but what if she isn't. She
gave no indication that she was or wasn't ... maybe she's Bi? Helen
referred to her getting involved with an available man but what if
... perhaps ... and she did seemed to like me ... Quickly she shook her
head and laughed quietly. Come on Wilde for heavens sake be serious!  Even
if she is a lesbian I doubt she would fancy a little mouse like me ...a
woman as attractive as her has probably got queues of lovers, or would be
lovers, whatever side of the fence she's on. Picking up her coffee again
she stared vacantly out of the window, barely noticing the downpour that
was now streaming down the glass panes completely obscuring the view. Her
gaze drifted back down to the photo on her desk and she picked it up. 'You
Faith Hollings have got me well and truly snared.  Bewitched, bothered and
bewildered and right now I just don't know how to handle you, I want you
but I'm frightened ... ' With another shake of her head she quickly drained
the mug and stood up. 'Enough of this.' she muttered. 'This is crazy, I
need to get sorted ...' and quickly putting the photos and her papers in
the drawer she locked the desk and left the office.

     Purposefully she crossed the foyer and passed on up the stairs to her
room where she collected a swim suit and a towel. On her way back through
the foyer she gave a friendly wave to the reception staff. 'If you want me
I'm going for a swim, I'll be in the pool house.' she called to them. 'I
won't be long!' and she hurried on to the indoor swimming pool at the back
of the hotel.

     On entering the pool room Anne was gratified to see it was
deserted. The still flat surface of the pool looked inviting and she found
the silence, broken only by the tap of her heels on the tiled floor as she
walked to the changing room, comforting.  'This'll do the trick.' she
murmured 'It'll cool my passion if nothing else!' and entering the changing
room she quickly undressed and put on her costume. Returning to the pool
she walked over to the low springboard at its end and dropped her towel on
it. Mounting the board she walked to the end and curling her toes over the
front edge she stood with her hands at her sides for a moment
motionless. She closed her eyes and suddenly Faiths gentle features were
looking back at her, smiling ...

     With a deep audible sigh she leant forward and in one swift movement,
with a subtle bend of her legs and swing of her arms, she bounced once on
the board then dived cleanly into the still water. Surfacing quickly she
struck out for the far end of the pool. Her arms and legs quickly picked up
a steady flowing rhythm of strong determined strokes and it was some time
later when finally, she pulled herself up the steps next to the board where
she had first dived in. Having given no thought as to how far or how long
she had been swimming her arms and legs were now numb with the
exertion. She had reached the stage where physically she had had to stop
and almost staggering, she wobbled over to the board and sat down. Picking
up her towel she buried her face in it and panting with exhaustion, she sat
trying to get her breath back and as she did so, thoughts of Faith
returned. She recalled the soft voice and suddenly she could again clearly
see her. That captivating smile, the beautiful full lips, parted very
slightly to show even white teeth ... those bewitching grey green eyes. She
shuddered as the deep yearning for her returned with a vengeance and she
found herself again reliving the few moments they had physically come into
contact.  She aroused me more than I had ever thought possible, everything
about her stirs uncontrollable longing ... Abruptly the uncomfortable
reality dawned on her and pulling the towel away from her face she stared
at the wall in front of her. 'Oh no,' she muttered silently. 'Oh my God
no. I've become infatuated with her. I think I'm in love...!'

     She dried her face and arms then began towelling her hair and her
breathing gradually slowed to reach a semblance of normality. Suddenly,
alerted by the sound of a movement she stiffened and sat upright. She
realised she was not alone and glancing round the pool room she saw Mike
West. He was sitting at a table in a small recess half way down the pool
almost hidden from her view. She sighed with relief then frowned. Had he
heard me and, and how had I not seen him when I came in ...  The desk where
he sat was covered with papers. A two-way radio stood on the floor by his
feet and it was obvious he had been there for some time and suddenly she
was embarrassed.

     'Hi! How long have you been there Mike?' she called cheerfully.

     'Oh couple of hours me'dear. It's the one place in this hotel where I
can find total peace and quiet in the afternoons. I come here most
afternoons. I like the silence!'

     'Until someone like me comes along and disturbs it.' she laughed. 'I'm
sorry to break up the tranquillity of your afternoon!'

     'Not at all Anne, I enjoyed watching you.' Mike answered with a
chuckle and Anne smiled. She knew he wasn't coming on to her. Over the many
months she had got to know him they had become close friends but the
relationship had become one more like that of a brother and sister
attachment. 'I am curious though.' he went on.  'Curious to know what on
earth brought on all that aggression. I haven't seen a work- out like that
for a very long time. You were sure uptight and out of sight about
something. Do you want to talk about it?'

     'No!' she exclaimed, then still feeling a bit foolish and embarrassed
she said.  'But thanks, there's nothing wrong honest. I just wanted to you
know get ... I don't know, clear my mind I guess before the start of the
conference. I find swimming is quite a good therapy!'

     'Well, I hope it worked and I don't believe you by the way. People
don't go through punishment like that without a very good reason. If you
change your mind and decide you do want to talk you know where to find me.'

     'I know that Mike and I thank you. Your a good friend to me but I'm
fine, really.' Her breathing was now almost back to normal and she looked
at the large clock on the wall at the end of the pool. Quarter to
five. 'Guess I'll go and shower. It's getting late and I have to get ready
for this evening.' She stood up and added casually.  'By the way Mike, I'll
be bringing Faith Hollings round to see you later. About, about seven
thirty eightish be okay?'

     'Fine, what's she like ?' Mike asked quietly, looking up with a smile.

     'Devastating!' She had answered instantly without thinking and
immediately realised her reply had been far to quick and far to
emphatic. She glanced at him, fearful that he may have been alerted by her
tone, but he looked unconcerned.
     'I look forward to meeting her then.' he said giving her another
smile.
     'Yes fine. I'll see you then.' She gave him a casual wave, relieved at
his seemingly unconcerned reply but as she quickly headed back to the
changing room she did not see him nod and smile knowingly.
     After showering she quickly dressed and wrapping her wet swim suit in
the towel she tucked it under her arm and re-entered the pool area. 'I'll
see you Mike.'  she called light-heartedly across the now stilled water. 'I
must go and get ready for this evening!' He waved an acknowledgement and as
he watched her let herself out he again smiled.
     	On reaching her room Anne decided to shower again and to wash her
hair.  Entering the bathroom she hung her swimsuit on a hanger and quickly
undressing turned on the shower and stepped in to the bath. Twice she
shampooed her hair then for several minutes she relaxed under the warm
spray, letting the water play over her body. The force of the water felt
good as it beat down on her back and shoulders and turning to face the jets
she stood with her face turned up into the spray, her eyes tightly closed
and squeezing her big bath sponge to her chest she let the water cascaded
down her front. Finally, stepping back she began soaping herself.
Nonchalantly she stroked the sponge over her shoulders and arms then across
her breasts and immediately she thought about Faith. Her nipples began to
firm and tighten and she moaned softly to herself as the surge of desire
swept through her.  'God how I want you Faith Hollings,' she muttered
softly and quickly she reached for the conditioner. Finally, after rinsing
the suds away from her hair and body she turned the shower off and stepped
out of the bath.

     Briskly she dried herself and as she finished, she saw herself in the
mirrored bathroom wall. Dropping the towel away from her body she studied
her naked reflection. 'However can I possibly expect to appeal to someone
like you Faith.' she murmured quietly ... just look at me, the epitome of
the female form ... in miniature.  No wonder my nick name was 'Little
Wabbit' at college ... With another little sigh and a cynical tight smile
at her reflection she wrapped the towel round herself and headed for the
bedroom where, sitting at the dressing table she plugged in the drier and
began drying her hair. I wonder what she's doing now ... I wonder what she
is thinking ...I must get through to her ... give her loads of friendly
affection, TLC and as much physical contact within the realms of decency as
is possible ... and the only difficulty with that she thought as she began
to brush her hair, is being able to control the amount of TLC I dish out!
Jeeez if you're straight Faith Hollings then God help me it is going to be
a very long and very difficult and very painful conference ...

     When she was finally satisfied with the end result of her hair setting
she stood up and crossed the room to a large wardrobe. Opening the doors
she surveyed her limited choice of clothes. That's the trouble with this
contract work she mused, luggage limits the options of what one can wear
... Quickly making up her mind she took out a plain but smart white
oriental design silk cocktail dress. It's my most expensive and is without
doubt my best she murmured half aloud. It fits like a glove, it's short and
it's revealing. The side vents show more thigh than some would consider
proper but so what ... and slipping on a skimpy pair of high leg briefs she
stepped into the dress and zipped the back up. Facing the mirror she
inspected herself.  The smooth silk felt good next to her skin and she
noted with approval how the small swell of her breasts and the slight but
unmistakable imprint of her nipples showed against the material. 'This is
war' she said quietly, smoothing her hands over her waist and hips. 'and
it's a war Miss Hollings that I have every intention of winning.'  Turning,
she glanced over her shoulder and eyed the subtle curves of her buttocks
outlined beneath the smooth silk. 'and you you gorgeous woman, you I hope,
will be to be the prize!'