CHAPTER 1
For nine years Eliot Dickson had been Charles B. Woodstock's trusted chauffeur, driving Charles everywhere at anytime, day or night. Eliot was paid handsomely for serving the industrialist so devotedly and Eliot often got to enjoy some perks.
Charles was happily married, so it was said. He was sixty-three while Elizabeth his second wife was forty-two, only a year older than their chauffeur and Charles' daughters were forty-two and thirty-nine. Charles had made it quite clear that his family was out of bounds to Eliot but that rule did not apply to the other women Charles seduced in the rear of the limo.
Although fired with lust, Charles was prone to ejaculating early, a misdeed more common that men care to admit. So rather often when Eliot delivered Charles home after another half-baked adulterous encounter, the dissatisfied lady in the back would call to Eliot before they reached the main gates and left the property, "Oh Eliot, I feel like stopping somewhere discreet" or words to that effect. An occasional common bitch would call, "Stop the limo Eliot and fuck me."
Common or not, what the women similarly featured were comely looks, big breasts and ample asses.
Being polite and cooperative, Eliot would stop the vehicle on request and enter the back compartment to finish the job that his employer had left hanging. Whenever Eliot delivered a woman home under this remarkable arrangement, next morning Charles would ask for a report. They would then discuss the relative merits of the women and they would be rated. The men saw it as good wholesome activity, not that women could be expected to see it that way.
Charles' women were usually interested in repeat invitation because Charles would wine and dine them elegantly and much later Eliot would finish them off elegantly, being such a polite man with a beautifully fat and long penis.
One of Eliot's favorites, Ellen, would look at him with her big round eyes as they said goodbye, "Eliot, you do give me the biggest mouthful of all men I've ever known." Although she said it often, Eliot never tired of hearing it, aware the comely Ellen had known a large number of men during the past twenty years.
Elizabeth and her two married stepdaughters looked attractive and had reasonably sized breasts but delectable firm and small asses that made Eliot's eyes wander and ferment his rampant mind. He longed to get at the pussies of each one of them but loyalty to his patron prevented him from plucking them.
Eliot knew from what Charles had told him Charles would go into a restaurant known to be popular with women who dined alone, being widows or their husbands were away on business or consorting with another woman or perhaps a male. Charles would enter, the waiters would rush him knowing he was a big tipper and that would attract the eyes especially of women dining alone. They would see the single flute delivered to Charles' table. Charles would take a sip and if locking eyes with a comely woman would beckon her. Something like one out of four or five would be a lucky strike and go to Charles' table where a waiter would arrive with a second flute before her ass touched the seat.
After dropping Charles at the restaurant Eliot would park somewhere and read the newspaper or listen to a jazz CD until Charles called and Eliot would drive to the entrance of the restaurant. Most women, seeing the Mercedes limo would automatically begin to open their legs. Only in a few instances would they insist on being driven to their home without as much as a hint of sexual favor.
On this wet and windy night Charles came down the steps of the restaurant with a redhead. Eliot parked discretely with the screen built into the front seat up. Unbeknown to Charles he'd installed two hidden cameras so if the lights were left on he'd follow the seduction or if the lights were out he'd just have audio but even that could be quite entertaining, particular if the outraged woman had never been previously asked to take it up the ass.
From camera feed Eliot knew this woman was called Helen and she had a real bush between her legs. She called it with pride, "My red forest." Eliot watched, licking his lips, as Ellen pushed Charles' head between his legs and then he lost interest, only to hear Helen sometime later scream, "Help, oh god help!"
Eliot raced around and opened the back door to find Ellen pinned. At first he thought Charles had fainted but soon found no sign of pulse and heard the final gurgling of a dead man.
Ellen was very brave about it. "Get him off me – oh god, is he still in me."
"No, it's shriveled and clear of you. Lack of blood flow I'm afraid."
"No, no. Don't speak to me about it."
Eliot piled on charm. "You have a very beautiful bush Ellen."
"Stop it. This is no time for flirtation." At the same time she seemed very pleased.
Ellen you go and sit in the front. "I'll deal with this."
Eliot used a cleaning cloth dampened with window spray to clean Charles and zip him. He fastened Charles' shirt buttons and knotted his tie and then struggled to get him into his jacket and then buckled his seat belt.
"There we go, all done. Do you wish me to finish...?"
"Please drive me home Eliot."
"Right. Don't say a word about this to anyone Ellen and no one will ever know Charles died while screwing you."
After dropping off Ellen, Eliot raced to hospital A&E and reported his employed had coughed violently and then called out for help. "I think he's dead."
The body was raced off to check for vital signs and Eliot was asked to wait for the arrival of police.
Eliot called Elizabeth.
"Hi Mrs Woodstock. I'm calling from the hospital. It's Charles. He appears to have suffered a heart attack. I raced here with him. I suggest you brace yourself for the worst."
"Come and get me Eliot."
"Right, I'm on my way. He discussed the matter with the woman in charge and she said tell the decease's wife to call a cab."
"Mrs Woodstock never rides in public transport," Eliot sniffed. "Assign a hospital security officer to ride with me."
"All right. And you make sure you damn well return here do you hear?"
"I hear you loud a clear Mrs Simpson."
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Driving Elizabeth home from the cemetery along with her elder stepdaughter Emily and stockbroker husband Frank and stepdaughter Stephanie and physician husband Tim, with the Elizabeth calling through the intercom to lower the screen between them, Eliot soon found out what this was about.
"You have been a loyal servant of this family Eliot. There is the reading of the will tomorrow and after you return us home your employment with us will end. You may stay in your apartment above the garages for another week while you find somewhere else to go and during that time I want you to sell this vehicle and you will receive 10% of the selling price. I shall buy a smaller car for myself."
"Thank you ma'am."
"Where will you go?" Emily asked.
"I have no idea. During the almost ten years I have been with the family my parents have died and my brothers and sisters have married and my former family home has been sold."
"Oh mother, you can't throw Eliot out like this."
"Well I suppose not. Stay in the apartment Eliot for as long as you wish but your salary will terminate on Friday."
"Oh how will you survive financially?" Emily asked.
"Well I have money put away and your father did say if he died while I was in his employ he'd look after me."
"Well one or two thousand dollars, even five, won't get you much beyond bread and cheese living," Elizabeth sighed. "Let's wait until we hear the extent of any bequest to you. Perhaps I could think of bolstering it."
More that a hundred people in vehicles followed the limo from the cemetery for afternoon tea and drinks. Eliot took the newspaper and a bottle of wine from the kitchen and retreated to his apartment to read about people seeking to hire somebody like him.
Around 9:00 pm his doorbell sounded. He went down and Stephanie brushed past him and began walking up the stairs.
"I've been very worried about you."
"Should you be here alone with me?"
"Who cares? Most of them over at the house are drunk. Tim has been carried off to bed."
Eliot followed her up to stairs. "You have a great ass Stephanie."
