Thea is part of someone's devious plan, but whose plan is it?
This is the first part of a two-part follow-on story from Girl on a Hot Tin Roof, predominantly featuring Thea. They can be read standalone, but for back story and completeness I'd recommend reading 'GoaHTR' first.
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One
It's always a bit nerve-racking starting a new job. I loved where I was working but it was a great step up for me and I couldn't turn it down. I would be moving from a small, provincial agency to a well-renowned international one. It would be hard work, but the money was good and the accounts I would be working on were much bigger and more prestigious than the local stuff I had been doing for the past couple of years.
Still, it was a wrench to leave the agency. I had made some good friends there and I couldn't thank Mairie enough for what she had done for me. Part of the deal when I fucked up royally and got expelled from school for dealing pills was that she would take me on as an office junior if I sorted myself out. Somehow I managed it and did well in my final year at a boarding school in the Scottish borders my parents belatedly sent me to. Mairie is my aunt - my mum's sister - and owns a small advertising agency in Edinburgh. I didn't want to go to University having hated school, so I reluctantly agreed. At least it saved looking for a job or working supermarket checkouts. I was resentful at first, feeling that it was a way for the family to keep an eye on me but I soon came to enjoy the buzzy, creative atmosphere. It suited me down to the ground and I quickly went from tea-girl and general gopher to being an integral part of the creative process. I learned fast - as I do most things - and was soon running a couple of small campaigns.
Mairie put her trust in me and I hope I repaid her in full. I was moving on with her full blessing and I think she was proud that I had come so far in such a short time.
At my leaving party, she had made me cry with her kind words and afterwards she took me to one side. "We'll miss you, Thea McLeod but I think you're destined for bigger things than our wee agency can offer you. It will be hard work, but I know you can manage it. Just watch out for Kyrstyna Nielsen - she's got a bit of a rep for being a hard-nosed bitch. I've met her a few times and she can be a right old c-word if she feels like it, but I've always got on ok with her."
Krystyna Nielsen - the CEO of the company that bore her name; Nielsen Associates or NA for short. I had been interviewed by a couple of the Associates so had not yet met the woman, but I already knew of her formidable reputation. I wasn't overly bothered. I may be only be four feet eleven and a half and just twenty-two years old, but as many of my like-minded friends can attest to, I punch well above my weight. I had looked her up on the internet for good measure - there were plenty of articles about her and her awards. European Businesswoman of the Year, Advertising Campaign of this that and the other. She was formidable looking, no doubt. Norwegian, forty-something, twice divorced and at over six feet tall she was quite a sight. A well coiffed, short silver blonde hairdo with an elaborate quiff and a steely penetrating gaze behind her expensive designer glasses. All in all she looked like the sort of person I'd like to get to know in a very intimate way.
But whatever her reputation, I've stood up to many formidable women over the last few years and usually come out best. Just ask the nasty little trio of girls that attacked me at boarding school for a reference.
That last year at boarding school changed me in a lot of ways. I had grown up fast and thanks to that pretty violent and brutal assault at the hands of those three particularly unpleasant schoolmates, I had come to realise with something mixing elation with sheer terror that I rather enjoyed the rougher end of the sexual spectrum.
I also discovered that I preferred the intimate company of my own sex. My brief unexciting, uninspiring dalliances with boys became a thing of the past. I hooked up with a girl called Laura during that last year and we took ourselves to some places very few sweet little eighteen year-olds would dream of going.
I had plucked up the courage to come out to my friends and family and they were surprised but cool with it. It also kept at bay the questions as to why a pretty blonde girl of my age didn't have a boyfriend. I kept the other little revelations to myself and a very close-knit group of like-minded people.
After one liaison with an older woman, she told me about the Russell Arms - the Russ, a local pub near where I live. I went one night on my own and I got laid. I have gotten laid as a result of going there most nights ever since. I've met some wonderful people there and let's just say I am now part of the furniture. The owners Tom and Andy get the benefit of my advertising skills whenever an event is in the offing. Well, it gets me a bit of kudos and a fair few free drinks.
The Russ also got me my girlfriend. It was there that I met the glorious red-headed Jessica Hale. At thirty-two she had recently been divorced. She had stumbled in by accident one night and run like hell when I came on to her. Then she came back the next night determined to re-ignite her adventurous side from years earlier. This time she didn't run.
I am so glad she didn't.
I introduced her as gently as I could to our world. It was an amazing night and much as I like the rough stuff, I also like it slow and gentle. Oh God, was this slow and gentle?
Then she saw me hanging from a wall in a warehouse being tortured by a statuesque blonde woman in front of thirty or so people who are in to that sort of thing. I thought that would be the end of it and I'd never see her again.
Three months later, Jess was squirting all over my face as I knelt before her as the same woman did the same things to her and a Sybian wrenched orgasm after orgasm from her shackled body and she screamed the place down in ecstasy.
We had been together for nine months when I got my new job and we were constantly pushing each other's limits. Our sex life was wonderful, but I was detecting that maybe for Jess, something was missing. Not long after I'd started the job, I had the chance to broach the subject delicately.
We were in a post coital bliss, buzzing from electrically induced orgasms, buttocks and thighs tingling from an earlier bout of paddling and spanking. I was lying in her arms, idly scrolling through a few movie options on my tablet to get us all nicely worked up for a second bout. I selected what I thought would be a raunchy little number with two nubile babes getting it on. I began stroking her in a way she loves and she began to respond to my tender ministrations. Just as was about to go down on her, a guy entered the Sapphic scene and one of the girls started going down on him. Almost inadvertently, Jess let out a little groan as the on-screen babe took him in her mouth.
I looked up at her. "Do you miss that, Jess?" Since we had been together she had never once mentioned anything to me, but I was beginning to suspect.
She sighed. "It's a bit like giving up smoking or something. Once you've done it, there's always a little craving there." She stroked my hair gently. "I'd be lying if I said it didn't still turn me on." She wriggled round to look at me properly, stroking my lips. "I'd love to see you do it, Thea. I keep having these fantasies about us having a threesome. I mean... I love the stuff we do with the girls, but I'd really love to see your lovely little mouth working on a big hard cock - to get down and lick your clit as another slides in and out - watch your gorgeous little pink puss stretch and quiver!"
As she said it, she slid a finger inside me. "Yes, I do miss it, Thea. Does that bother you?"
I kissed her. "No - not at all. Just because I have no inclination doesn't mean you shouldn't. I wouldn't mind - when you're away on business you know? It's barely been part of my life, but it's been part of yours. I'd be doing it with Bex, Moira, Gabby, so why not? I just want us both to be happy so if that's what you want, then I'm cool with it."
I reached over and picked up a nice fat dildo. "Now get that inside me and pretend it's attached to a young fit stud and show me just what you'd be doing to me if I ever do succumb..."
Three weeks later, Jess came back from a business trip and regaled me with a nice little story of a guy she had met in her hotel. The previous couple of times she had done it after her divorce and before we met it was all a bit vanilla. This time she went to town on him.
