Frozen by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. They were first posted on asstr.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author.

On my twelfth birthday my grandfather, thinking I needed an interest besides reading as if anyone did, gave me an oil field. Not one of the larger ones in the family you understand but just one of the smaller ones, and after reading up about them that had set off my interest in becoming an engineer. Well you may have noticed that workmen always ignore women and so I unless I knew more about their job than they did they’d fob me off. My education was mixed, some of it was pure tom boy getting my hands dirty on the oil field, and I learnt some new vocabulary as well when I tried to undo a nut with an adjustable spanner. I only did it once after all I mean why do they sell them if you shouldn’t use them? Did you know that using a ring spanner is kinder on the nuts? Some of it was organising diplomatic dinner parties so different nuts to be kind to. Well with all the cut backs many of the ambassadors’ hospitality budgets were cut back and grandfather always felt connections were important so they said who they would like to be invited and the family did the rest.

We got repaid with introductions some business some not. Some I wasn’t really very sure about, the garden parties for example but Claridge’s made up for them and it was nice to meet those handsome young men who came out to train our body guards from time to time again plus I managed to escape north to the potteries by train. You hardly realised you were travelling at over 100 miles per hour as they came round serving free coffee, bananas and snacks such as a pork pie and pickle which I was assured was a local speciality. In fact I barely had time to blink before we had arrived. Mind you at $500 for the return ticket I felt they could afford to throw in a free cup of coffee and a banana or two.

The potteries were fabulous. The diplomats had been busy and I was shown over the factories and talked to the designers. I selected sixty place settings in three or four designs with accessories for home just to vary what was available but then can you believe I found street markets where plates and so forth that weren’t perfect were sold for a tenth of the price of Harrods and to be honest many of the flaws were so tiny I could hardly notice them. I brought one of those practical two wheeled shopping bags that seemed fashionable with little old ladies and filled it with souvenirs.

London is so easy these days now they’ve built the channel tunnel to bypass Heathrow, and Paris, well where else can one discover the perfect dress or two. The introductions made the collections so easy to view.

Needless to say the best university courses were not available locally so of necessity I had to study abroad. Even with my introductions my chosen university seemed reluctant to accept that I wouldn’t drop out, that is until I paid the entire course fees in advance and the family made a donation towards their research projects. Then they begrudgingly accepted my application.

Having two million in the bank meant you had to be careful who you got friendly with and mindful of what I’d been taught by those handsome young men I took care not to stand out. They’d briefed me on which stores to shop at and how much to spend where to live etc in order to blend in. I’d never had many friends and after the family sent me the backgrounds on three guys I’d talked to for a few minutes it was just simpler to avoid the in crowd and stay buried in my books.

I made one sort of friend though, in the coffee bar I overheard a girl saying she’d do anything to get her post grad project funded. I’d always had a curiosity about what some guy felt when he made love to me so I was curious about a female’s body, so quietly afterwards I approached her. “If you have a few minutes to spare I’d like some advice.” She looked please to be asked and I took her to see Kelly in finance. “Kelly how much money does” I looked towards her “Erin” she supplied with a look of shock on her face “need for her project?” Kelly asked a series of questions, I suggested grade two scale rather than grade one, and Kelly worked it all out including three years pay with increments and a small percentage for cost of living increases. It was a surprisingly small amount so I called the bank and had the funds transferred on the spot. “Is this for real?” Kelly looked at her computer “Well the funds are there so yes it’s real.” Erin seemed to be in shock so I guided her out into the street and into one of the expensive down town fashion store’s coffee bar and fed her a large double latte.

“So what’s the catch?” “First you must tell no one where the funds have come from, Kelly is very discreet, second to satisfy my curiosity you’re going to eat me out.” Her eyes widened. “I’m not that way inclined.” “Neither am I but haven’t you ever been curious? Just one night.” “No filming or Internet photos?” “No recording, just between you and me.” “Where?” I named a luxury down town hotel, “and you get fed beforehand.” I was suddenly struck by the idea she might not go for it. “You don’t have to go through with it I could always get Kelly to transfer the funds to a different project.” “I’d be a fool not to, OK.” “Now?” “But I’ve nothing to wear.” I swept her off to the lace and silk night dresses and giggling we both brought new ones before hitting the more student oriented stores for new tops for both of us and new cotton underwear.

We took a luxury suite with a huge double bed and dined first on a really superb meal in the suite. “You know I could get used to this.” She whispered hiding her lips behind the tall wine glass and peering over the top seductively. “What do we do next?” “The sweet tray?” “God this is so decadent, are you sure I can’t tell my room-mates. I almost wish I had brought my own camera, they’d never believe me.”

Sated from the meal and wine we stepped into the bedroom. I turned my back on Erin and slipped into the slinky night dress I’d picked out, almost respectable except it had spaghetti straps, rather a low neck line and was slit high on the thigh. I worried desperately about what Erin would think of my body shape until I turned round and saw she had an apprehensive look as she worried about what I would think of hers. “Well girl I don’t think mine is quite as good as yours but I think we’ve both not too bad considering the three slices of chocolate cake we’ve just eaten.” I relaxed and stepped towards her. “What do we do now?” “Well my ex-boyfriend used to like it when I gave him a back massage, shall we try that first?” I nodded in agreement and stretched out on the bed. Erin knelt over me and stroked my neck and shoulders softly and gently. “You’d better tell me what you like.” I purred in reply, after a while she rolled me over and used her tongue very effectively on my nipples. At least she had a better idea of which bits to stroke and which to nibble.

I had a fancy to hire her as a teacher for my next boy friend to show him what to do. Mind you if he was anything like my first and only he’d have a fit if I even suggested that he had anything to learn. I lay back taking a very passive role just being pampered, perhaps not just a one night stand? Then her tongue hit that very very sensitive bit of me which really woke me up. If I wanted to know what a guy felt like when he ran his hands and tongue over me I really ought to take a more active role before I missed my opportunity completely. I moved round and suckled her breasts, exploring her hardening nipples with my tongue. Her body felt softer than a man, her fingers and hands were especially noticeably softer. It gave me a much clearer idea of what my body must feel like to some poor male.

We switched to a sixty nine position, and it was difficult to concentrate on nibbling and licking her when she was doing such delicious things to my body but finally we collapsed sated in each other’s arms. “So was I worth the money?” “Definitely, I was thinking of hiring you to teach my next male friend just what to do but I’ve yet to meet a male who didn’t think he knew everything already.” She laughed, “But how would you explain how I know what you like?” I put my tongue out and wiggled it suggestively at her and she giggled once more. Next morning we breakfasted in the suite then slipped out separately the back way.

It must have been two weeks later just before the summer break I heard two of her friends speculating. “Yes but I’ve accounted for all our friends and she wasn’t with them that night and have you seen that new night dress, she says she got it on sale, but it’s an exclusive line that had only arrived that week so no way was it on sale.” “You don’t think...” “Erin, come on, she’s far too respectable for that sort of thing with a man. Although she did get a grant from somewhere or other about that time didn’t she?” I quietly slipped away. I saw Erin occasionally but not to speak to, just an exchange of glances at long distance.

Then disaster struck, the first inkling was a text message saying my phone bill hadn’t been paid hence the company was disconnecting it until payment arrived. I was certain there must have been some mistake and popped into the bank to sort it out. “No mistake, your account’s been frozen and your credit cards cancelled on direction from head office under the money laundering and anti-terrorist rules.”

I’d been intending fly out to Europe the next day for the summer but hadn’t booked my flight yet, with no money I wouldn’t be able to buy a ticket. My room in hall had been rented out for the summer starting in two days time. Having no money is scary, I’d deliberately not made any friends and anyway most of my course had already gone home for the summer. I thought about lap dancing for about a millisecond before rejecting it out of hand. Normal jobs were out as my study permit only allowed me to work on campus and those summer jobs had long been snapped up.

I ended up on Erin’s floor. I swore if ever I got some money again the first thing would be to buy Erin an apartment with thick carpets and a spare room. Her carpet was paper thin and I swear the floor underneath was solid concrete. Erin shared with three other girls and they were all living on the bread line and to say the apartment was crammed was an understatement. My bargain china plates together with most of my books and my less practical clothes got dumped in a cupboard in Erin’s lab. At least I could run the vacuum round the apartment during the day so my presence wasn’t resented too much even if I couldn’t contribute anything to the rent. I visited the food bank and got given some pasta and other staples but nothing very edible. Haley and Lisa came up with the idea of giving me all the apartment’s pooled food money and letting me see how far I could stretch it. I rented a second hand bike with a basket on the front for $10 a month from a local coop and went round all the supermarkets to find the cheapest food. Jordan’s slow cooker got worked overtime as I cooked the cheapest cuts of meat for the longest time and managed to lose ten pounds in the process.

Erin crawled through the door. “It’s your lucky day, Bryan needs someone to stuff envelopes and I volunteered your services. You start tomorrow.” “On campus?” “No but if you ask him for cash he’ll probably oblige.” “Wasn’t he the one who couldn’t keep his eyes off my blue skirt?” I wasn’t certain I liked the sound of this, Haley turned to me and smiled, “Don’t worry he’s an unmarried poppet, that doesn’t have much to say for himself, conversation can be heavy work, but I could lend you my blue skirt if you like.” She disappeared into the room she shared with Lisa and came out with a short pleated navy blue skirt. The rest of the apartment suddenly took an interest, well if I got any sort of work there would be more money on the table for food or at least one less mouth to feed. Jordan came up with a blouse that suited both me and the skirt. I looked at myself in the mirror, “I’m not terribly comfortable about it in fact I’m certain I’m showing far more leg than I ever have before.” “Yes but be practical if he likes the blue skirt he’s more likely to give you more work.” Jordon tilted her head to one side “In point of fact it would look better with stockings. Erin didn’t you have some for that dreadful Halloween party we got talked into last year?” Lisa came up with an outrageous looking collection of straps and elastic. “Skirt off, belt on, now roll up the stockings and clip them on here.” I did as I was told as Lisa shortened the straps as much as possible. I stood before the mirror and was amazed that the stocking tops didn’t show. “Now sit down.” I sat only to be told no that wasn’t the way to do it. We spent two hours before they were satisfied that I could stand up and sit down, cross legs, uncross legs, knees together, knees ever so slightly apart, showing exactly as much leg as they told me in an apparently casual manner as if by accident.

Next morning dressed very carefully and with my back pack in the basket on the front of the bike I set off to Bryan’s home. Short pleated skirts and bicycles don’t mix well, especially when there is a slight breeze. I paused when a workman stepped out in front of me with a stop sign. “Could you back up a little Miss?” Puzzled I did as requested. I glanced to the side where there was a wire section of fence round the office building construction site. Below me was a group of yellow hard hats who were all looking up towards me. I blushed as I heard their comments realising that pleated skirts didn’t hide much when viewed from below. I gave a hard stare at the man with the stop sign who was looking innocently in the air, aimed my bike directly at him and pedalled furiously ringing my bell as he briskly stepped back out of the way.

I was still seething when I arrived at Bryan’s house. I U-locked the bike to the veranda and rang the bell. “Erin said you wanted some envelopes stuffing?” “Ah yes come in.” “Do you mind paying me in cash as my student permit doesn’t allow me to work off campus.” “Not a problem if you’ll just step this way. Somehow I got volunteered to send out the society’s quarterly newsletter and I hadn’t realised until yesterday that I was supposed to get them out by tomorrow.” I glanced round the house liking what I saw, my fees were all paid so all I needed was somewhere to sleep and food and he looked like a poppet. After all if he could be talked into volunteering to send out a society’s newsletter and he was susceptible to short blue skirts I wondered just how far I could persuade him.

I sat at his side in the basement as he explained how to do a mail merge on the computer, I already knew but it gave me the opportunity to lean across and gently press my thigh against his as I touched his arm to ask him questions. He seemed a little flustered so I squirmed slightly and the blue skirt rose another four inches up my thigh giving him glimpses of bare skin and suspenders above my stocking tops. He seemed even more flustered so I let him retreat and printed off the first thousand envelopes ready to be stuffed.

At lunch time he popped something frozen in the microwave. Compared to what I’d been reduced to recently it was delicious, definitely not nuke and puke. My stomach was warming to him. By the end of the day I’d stuffed a third of the pile of envelopes. “Have you a spare bit of floor I could curl upon?” He looked at me oddly, “I’m sleeping on Erin’s floor at the moment and your carpet looks a bit thicker. It would save my travel time.” “Your back’s playing up is it?” “No Erin simply doesn’t have a spare bed.” “Well there is always the spare room if you don’t mind sleeping on a bed.” “A bed will be fine, I was sleeping on the floor simply because I have no money.” He tilted his head to one side, “So you’d probably like to be fed as well.” I purred, he understood me so well. We dined on something else out of the magical freezer, washed down with a can of alcoholic cider between the two of us.

I’d seen a DVD on book case of the Merry Wives of Windsor performed at the Globe theatre, I offered it to him and curled on up the settee next to him to watch the plot unfold. There was something a little naive about Master Slender’s wooing of Anne that I thoroughly enjoyed.

That night I changed into my silk and lace confection and mused, we had a similar taste in plays, he certainly wasn’t after my money, and he had the perfect place for me to live in whilst I finished my studies. What was I kidding myself, let’s face it he smelt nice and it was fun and flattering the way he reacted to me. I slipped into his bed and snuggled up to him. He rolled over and looked at me. “I’m afraid of the dark.” Well it seemed like a reasonable thing to say. He hugged me and I felt safe in his arms “How long have you been afraid of the dark then?” “Oh about thirty seconds.” Silly man but he took the hint, and his reaction was everything a girl could want in the way of attention. He soon found the slit in the side of my night dress and underneath the other one with my aroused moisture enriched receptive parts.

 Afterwards we lay back on the bed, “Does this mean I have a house guest until your course ends?” I rolled over and gave him a hug, “Well if you’re offering I won’t say no.” “I’m offering.” “Thank you kindly sir.” Then I rolled over and took him between my lips to get him hard again, after all a girl has to get her exercise in to keep her body shape and I hadn’t been exercising for a while.

The next day I stuffed more envelopes, and wondered about converting the newsletter to a .pdf file and emailing it. Dumb, I was being paid by the hour not by the newsletter.

“Know any good restaurants?” “Why?” I was more than happy to eat at home. “It’s just that I owe a few people a meal after being invited to a dinner party or two and I thought I’d just treat them to a meal in a restaurant in return.” A dinner party was something I could do with one hand tied behind my back. “I could do you a dinner party here, it’ll be more comfortable than a restaurant.” He perked up and I extracted the list of people he wanted to invite. “Could we do it tomorrow night?” a horrible thought came into my mind, “Is that when your invitations came?” “Yes unless it was my sister when she gave me a few days notice.” “I think we’ll split the list into three and do one dinner party a week with a week’s notice when we send the invitations out.” He seemed happy with that and I pumped him for back ground on each person to be invited. It was obvious to me that he’d been invited to make the numbers up at the last minute which meant everything would have to be perfect. It took me two days to group the guests together in something that looked like it might work. I left the most awkward guests to the last one including his sister.

The numbers were uneven and then I spotted one guests interests included Erin’s obscure research project. I added them both to the last dinner party. The food was simple, at my Cordon Bleu Swiss summer school I’d been expertly shown how to prepare three different main courses so that’s exactly what they were going to be fed. I recovered my bargain china plates and a dress or two from Erin’s research lab. The first dinner party went very smoothly, well I had some difficulty in getting Bryan play the role of host and to join in the conversation but once I’d found his subjects of interest he became quite animated. The other guests were easier to manage and maintain the flow of conversation. Even the most formable of the old ladies thawed as I described meeting the Royals at two of their garden parties. The second went a little more smoothly as I relaxed into my role and set everyone at their ease.

The third one I was much more nervous about, Erin and I went through my long dresses and after much discussion we found one that worked with her colouring and in which she felt comfortable. We let it down as much as we could on the hem and it just about worked. I kept out of the way of sister as much as I could, which wasn’t difficult as I slipped away to ensure the meal would be perfect. I steered Grant towards Erin and murmured she was looking for a way to separate her isotopes to simplify her mass spectrometry results. Soon I had the satisfaction of seeing them deep in a discussion. I hadn’t thought about it before but listening to them I remembered something about absorption chromatography, might there be a way to combine the two techniques? I tossed in the idea and quietly retreated. My traditional tried and trusted lines and techniques for drawing people out seemed to work both with ambassadors and mere mortals. I looked quietly round the room the conversation was flowing nicely.

Sister cornered me and murmured “The china’s very nice, I didn’t realise Bryan had any.” “It’s my seconds set, cheap in the street market in Stoke-on-Trent, don’t tell anyone but each plate has a minor imperfection.” She spent practically the rest of the meal surreptitiously inspecting each plate to find it much to my amusement. “Who did you use for the catering?” “I didn’t realise my cooking was that bad.” She retreated in a mass of confusion. Eventually at 1 am I yawned and made hints it was getting late and they might miss the last bus if they weren’t careful. No one had come by bus of course but there again one or two might be safer on the bus than driving. I ushered them slowly out then paused by the door. “You’re looking more relaxed than I’ve seen you look in years.” “Well if I’d known how simple it was to arrange a dinner party I’d have done it years ago.” Bryan’s sister looked at him in amazement. “You’ve no idea have you?” “About what?” “Have you ever seen Grant actually have a conversation before?” Bran shook his head. “Just marry her Bryan, she’s a treasure. I don’t know where she learnt to cook but if you marry her I’d get to sample it again.” “Selfish that’s you.” “Just don’t forget to do it, and I want an invitation to the wedding.”

After she left Bryan looked dazed so I sat him down. “We’re getting married.” He blurted out, my first proposal I guessed “I think you’re supposed to ask me first? Or perhaps even invite me out once or twice?” He blinked at me. Whatever I knew he wasn’t after my money, and we had a couple of interests in common which is more than a lot of couples had. “Don’t worry Bryan, we’ll get a licence and get married quietly.” “But aren’t I supposed to ask your father for your hand first and satisfy him I have reasonable prospects before courting you and asking you out?” I could see that Bryan was very old fashioned, he and my father would get on well together. “Let’s just have a quiet wedding first then you can talk to my father about courting me.” He seemed happy with that.

The next day Bryan fancied Pizza so we had one delivered to the door. The delivery man glanced at his smart phone “You look familiar, perhaps you’re family. Your mother isn’t called Zohra by chance?” I corrected him with mother’s name but he was relentless and eventually to keep him quiet I recited my uncles’ aunts’ and cousins’ names as well. “I have another box for you.” I was puzzled, I was quite sure that Bryan had only ordered one. The delivery guy turned and walked back to his van before returning with a second Pizza box. “I’m the local Hawala agent as well. Your father sent you a couple of million and we’ve been looking for you for a month or more now to deliver it, here’s enough money to keep you going and here’s my card when you want to draw on the rest.” I smiled at him and took the second Pizza box. First I was going to buy Erin a decent apartment with thick carpet and a spare room, and see Kelly about raising Erin to a higher grade with more money but what to do about Bryan? “Bryan my love can you toss a coin for me?”