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  The Knotty Hollow Pub

  London

  “Your taste is more traditional than I expected,” said Sara, looking around the bustling, Tudor-style pub. “I was figuring pizza and video games, maybe a bit of snogging on a futon. You brought me to a real slice of Merry Old England.”

  Before Baxter could reply, the waitress returned with their pints and something fried in a basket. She cast a curious glance at Sara as if to ask, “What’s a beautiful woman like you doing sitting across from this speckle-faced stick man?”

  Sara smiled, answering the un-voiced question, “He won a date with me out of a drawing.”

  “Ah,” said the waitress. “Was wonderin’. Well, good luck with that, love. Let me know if you’ll be needin’ a few more pints or somethin’ stronger.”

  “The pints are fine for now, thank you,” said Sara and the waitress swished away to deal with one of her many other customers. What she had told the waitress was the truth. Baxter’s reward for finding the Heart of Kiev had been a drawing from the fishbowl and he had picked “a hot date with Sara.”

  “You, um, look very beautiful tonight, Miss Chambers,” said Baxter, his face going red. He cut his gaze away and fidgeted with his spectacles.

  She had gone casual, which for her was a pair of hip-hugging designer blue jeans and heather grey turtleneck sweater that was modest and yet just tight enough on Sara’s plentiful bust to let Baxter’s imagination run wild. She sipped her pint, leaving a faint mark of her glossy red lipstick on the edge of the glass.

  “Thank you, Baxter,” she said. “You have cleaned up well for our date.”

  Well enough, anyway. He had gone with a blazer over a checked shirt and he had worn a bow tie. It made him look like a bit of a prat, but his attempt at looking cool was endearing.

  “So, I know I promised no work tonight, but have you made any progress on digging up information Xerxes?”

  “Mentions here and there,” said Baxter, obviously disappointed that she was bringing it up. “Nothing confirmed. But I’ll stay on it. Keeping alerts out on the darkweb for anyone trying to sell the egg as well.”

  “Well done,” she said and saluted him with her pint glass.

  He slumped a bit and she felt a pang of guilt.

  “So what else do you do for fun?” Sara asked, prodding the basket of fish and chips and deciding against it. “Dancing? Go to the symphony?”

  “Well, no,” said Baxter.

  “I’m up for anything,” she said, giving him a saucy wink. “It’s supposed to be a hot date.”

  Baxter leaned forward as if he had something very important to ask her. She leaned in as well, hoping he had something dirty to make the night interesting.

  “Have you ever played Castles of Dunshire?” He asked.

  “Castles of…? No, no I’ve never played that,” she said, not concealing her disappointment. “A video game?”

  “No, even better,” said Baxter, spreading his hands dramatically over the table. “It’s a board game.”

  “A board game?” She took a long draught from her pint.

  “The goal is to accumulate castles: Four castles wins, but in order to get a castle you have to build a civilization… which is where the Unity Cards come in.” He continued in hushed tones, his excitement apparent as he listed the character classes, “There are two wizards, a maverick, the arbiter, two warriors, a corporal, and a ledgerman.”

  Sara stared at Baxter as he proceeded to explain each class in detail and how to play them in the Castles of Dunshire. When he finished, he said, “I think you would make a great maverick. What do you think?”

  Sara slowly set her pint glass back down on the table.

  “We can do that if you’d like,” she said. “Go back to your place and spread out the board. Spend a few hours playing the Dunshire game.”

  He nodded happily.

  “Or,” she continued, leaning very close to him across the table. “We could finish our drinks, walk across the street to that natty little boutique hotel, and get a room, and you could put your cock inside me.”

  She took another sip of her pint as Baxter absorbed her raunchy words in wide-eyed shock.

  “The, um, the h-h-hotel across th-the street?” He stammered.

  “That’s right,” said Sara, finishing the last of her pint. She stood up slowly from the table. “Or the Dunshire game.”

  Exactly three minutes later, Sara Chambers was standing in the entryway of the “Ménage Suite” of the Lamplighter Hotel, bent over a table that held a small lamp and a bowl filled with decorative soaps. Her jeans were pulled down her thighs and her panties were stuffed down in her jeans. Baxter was behind her, trying to fit a condom over his stiff cock.

  “Hurry up,” said Sara, reaching between her thighs and stroking her clit.

  “S-sorry,” said Baxter. She heard the condom snap and heard a grunt of pain.

  “You really do not need that,” said Sara. “I’m on the pill.”

  “It’s not that,” said Baxter, grunting with further effort. The condom snapped again and he let out a hiss. “I have this issue… that… I mean, with my girlfriends before… I…”

  Sara gave him a cross look over her shoulder, cocking her hips to one side and showing off the creamy, onion lusciousness of her bum.

  “Baxter Honeycutt, are you going to put that damned cock up my fanny or will I need to frig myself senseless to get any relief?”

  “R-right, yeah, okay,” he said and she heard the soft pat as he tossed the condom in the trash. “I’ll, um, I’ll do my best.”

  Do his best? Sara smirked at his phrasing. It was just a bit of fun, some stand-up doggystyle. Nothing that should sound like a struggle.

  Baxter stroked Sara’s bum with one hand, gripping it gently to steady himself as he rubbed the head of his cock against her slick folds. His cockhead brushed her fingers and along the wet velvet of her entrance. He hissed like he had been burned by the heat of her cunt and he pulled his cock away.

  “Oh, for pity’s sake, Baxter!” Sara slapped her palms on the table, making the soap jump in the bowl. “Fuck me!”

  “A-alright,” said Baxter. “B-but, I, umm… oooooohhhh…”

  He thrust his cock into the hot, slippery depths of Sara’s cunt. He made it halfway in and let out a froggy cry of shock. Sara looked back at him and saw his face red and contorted with pleasure. A moment later she felt it: the rapid jerking of his cock inside her pussy and the sudden flow of his spunk into her clutching depths. He thrust all the way in, sheathing every centimeter inside her and emptying his load.

  His shoulders slumped as his pleasure was spent. Sara murmured with disappointment as Baxter's cock softened in her cream-filled pussy.

  “S-sorry,” said Baxter, leaning heavily against her bum.

  “I will take it as a compliment,” said Sara cheerily. Her expression hardened as she looked back at him over her shoulder. “But don’t think you’re off the hook. We’re going to pop into the shower and you are going to get that prick hard again and fuck me properly.”

  “W-what?” Baxter looked at her in surprise as she grabbed him by his bow tie and marched him into the bathroom.

  It was around two in the morning when Sara finally rolled off Baxter and onto her side of the massive four poster. He stared up at the canopy above them with a dreamy smile plastered on his face, his cock red, raw, and still twitching after his fifth orgasm of the night. For Sara, stretched out beside him in all her sweaty glory, it had been her second of the night.

  “We’ll need to work on your stamina,” said Sara. “A lot.”

  “I try,” said Baxter, his voice thick with weariness. “I wank it off at least twice a day.”

  “Twice a day?” Sara laughed at the thought of Baxter furiously wanking himself. “Seems that might only be making things worse.”

  “What should I do?” He asked, looking at her almost pleadingly.

  Several ideas occurred to her, but before she could answer him, her phone began to buzz. She motioned for Baxter to wait one moment and turned over to scoop her phone from the bedside table. When she saw who was calling, she answered immediately.

  “Julian,” she said, “what can I do for you?”

  “Sara, you always did prefer to work after the sun goes down,” he chuckled. His tone changed from light to serious as he continued, “My dear, I have a job for you. It will pay better than I have ever paid you before.”

  “I’m listening,” said Sara.

  “Good,” replied Julian. “How would you like to go to Japan?”

  Book Three

  The Song of Seduction

  North of London

  It was an unusually quiet evening in Chambers Manor. Megan was off in Japan to make preparations for Sara’s arrival. Winston, usually indefatigable, had taken ill with an African flu strain that Sara was rather sure she had brought back with her somehow. He had tried to carry on his duties blowing his nose like a trumpet all around the house. Sara had insisted on bed rest and lots of soup.

  That left Sara and Baxter Honeycutt as the only two inhabitants of the vast manor up and about. Well, Sara was up and about, finishing off a sparring session with one of the mechanical dummies in the gym. She popped its head halfway off with a last roundhouse kick and nodded with approval.

  “Had it coming,” she said to the mechanical dummy, the red light going out in its eyes. “You have been trying to grab my bum for weeks.”

  Sara turned and teased the ample loveliness of her firm bottom in her tight workout pants. The robot, partially decapitated, was unable to offer any reply. Sara gave the robot a shove and it tipped over backward with a loud clang and a few more sparks. That was going to be a mess of work for Baxter to clean up.

  “I had b
etter tell him,” said Sara.

  She didn’t bother to strip off her sweaty workout clothes or shower off for the likes of Baxter. He usually had his nose wedged so far in his computers she could have paid him a visit covered in mud. He was ensconced, as always, in the manor’s vast library of historic reference books. Also as always, he was hunched over a trio of humming laptops. A large screen behind the laptops mirrored one of the computers and displayed an animated map of part of Japan.

  Baxter did not notice Sara had entered his domain until she stepped behind him and put her hands on his shoulders. She leaned the warm weight of her breasts against the back of his neck. That got his attention and he sat up sharply.

  “How fares the search for the Song of Seduction?” Sara asked him, giving his shoulders a squeeze.

  “It would be a bit quicker if our benefactor had specified the instrument that produced the song,” said Baxter, pushing his spectacles up his nose. “The, ah, the snippet of recording he gave you was poor, but I’ve managed to enhance it.”

  “Julian said few have escaped its song and remembered the music.” Sara picked the digital recorder Julian De Luca had given her up from the table. “This was in the pocket of a reporter from the Tokyo Times found wandering by the side of the road.”

  “Yes, they picked her up near Kyoto,” said Baxter and he zoomed the map back to show a flashing indicator on the map of Japan. “But I think that’s misdirection.”

  “Do tell,” said Sara, perching her bum on the edge of his table. She caught Baxter having a look at her long legs and bottom in her tight workout pants. He quickly looked back at the computers.

  “Well, I’ve identified the type of instrument from the recording.” He pulled up an image of a stringed instrument that resembled the neck of a guitar but much wider and with more strings. “It’s a common koto. A traditional Japanese stringed instrument. Nothing notable about the instrument. Which indicates to me that it might be the song itself.”

  “Not enough to tell,” said Sara. “Just sounds like, what, ten notes?”

  “Nine,” said Baxter. “But I’ve decided to come at it from a different angle. I’ve been using acoustic analysis of various structures. It’s supposedly in a shrine, according to the legend, right? Well, the Japanese keep very detailed records of all shrines and temples. Down to the types of joiners used. It’s taking time, but I can simulate the interiors of every shrine in the computer and try to match the acoustic profile to the recording.”

  “Sounds like codswollop to me, Baxter,” said Sara.

  “I think I’ve almost got it,” said Baxter. “I’ve narrowed it down to Shimane Prefecture. It’s the character of the wood used in the construction and the way the notes reverberate. It’s a particularly old, dry sacred type of wood endemic to the region. Two hours. I’ll have it narrowed down to the temple for you.”

  “You’re certain?” Sara raised an eyebrow.

  “Absolutely certain,” said Baxter. “The instrument and whoever is playing it could have moved to another location, but I will have the location where that clip was recorded.”

  “I suppose that’s well enough then,” said Sara and she reached behind the laptops for the infamous fishbowl. Inside the fishbowl were folded slips of paper that listed every reward Baxter could possibly receive for his outstanding accomplishments. Providing the location of an artifact worth millions of dollars to Sara was certainly a reward.

  “I haven’t found it yet,” said Baxter.

  “Yes, well, you said two hours,” said Sara. “Just enough time to give you a reward.”

  “What if I win another sports car?” Baxter asked, reaching into the bowl and fumbling around.

  “Have you been in my garage?” Sara laughed. “It’s the building next to this one. It houses my late father’s collection of automobiles along with my own additions. I believe there’s still a small tank in there.”

  “The Mark VI? You let me drive that once,” said Baxter, finally deciding on one of the slips of paper. “I’m a bit of a history buff. That was bloody good fun.”

  “Well then,” she said, sounding a bit cross as she snapped the paper from his grasp. “Maybe I’ll give you another ride in my wee tank and we can forget about whatever is on this piece of paper.”

  “N-no,” cried Baxter. “No, wasn’t that much fun. I’ll take whatever is on the sheet of paper.”

  Sara smiled knowingly. Of course the little pervert wanted what was on the slip of paper. She wondered if he had worked on his stamina since their last encounter.

  “Oh, my,” said Sara, a mischievous smile on her face.

  “What is it? What does it say?” Baxter demanded impatiently.

  Sara opened the sheet of paper and turned it so Baxter could read the words neatly scrawled on the paper.

  SEX

  Baxter’s choice of position

  His eyes went wide. His expression changed from disbelief to an ear-to-ear grin with a deep blush of embarrassment in his apple cheeks. Sara giggled at the sight of her pet boffin becoming self-conscious about the chance to have sex with her again.

  “Look at you,” said Sara. “Red as a tomato. What’s it going to be?”

  “I have a Johnny this time,” he blurted, fishing in his trouser pocket for the condom.

  “Perhaps you’ll last more than a single stroke,” teased Sara. She hopped up from the table and began posing to entice him. “Now then, how do you want me, Baxter? Bent over the table? On my hands and knees on the floor? Would you like me to climb on top?”

  “Oh god,” he muttered as he got to his feet. “Um, I think, um, just, you know, on your back on a table and maybe me standin’ up. I think… I mean… that would at least, um, I could control, I mean to say.”

  “No need to explain,” said Sara and she teased a finger from Baxter’s lips down to over his slender body to the bulge forming in his trousers. She gave his cock a gentle poke and he whimpered. “Shall I get my kit off?”

  “Um, you mean, I… yes,” said Baxter, finally nodding his head. “Yes, please, Miss Chambers.”

  Her sweat had dried into a prickly film on her skin and yet she was unselfconscious as she peeled off her tight top and allowed her ample breasts, marked with the red lines of compression, to drop free. Her nipples were puffy and pink, though they stiffened quickly in the cool air of the library.

  Baxter stared in wonder as she hooked her thumbs into her workout pants, did a turn to face away from him, and teasingly pulled her tight pants down over her lovely bum. She peeled her thong from between her cheeks as she went and bared her hairless quim and pink pucker of her arsehole. She turned back around with a sudden swing of her hips, tossing her knickers at his face. He caught them and stared in wonder at the black strip of cloth that had been crammed in her crack only moments earlier. It was still warm from her body.

  “Next time, put a song on,” she said. “I might even dance.”

  “Oh… oh my god,” he whispered.

  Sara would never admit it to a boffin like Baxter, but without Megan around to keep her entertained, she wanted his cock rather badly. She slid her bum onto one of the empty library tables and stretched out, her blonde ponytail a snake of gold beside her head. She pulled her legs up with her hands beneath her knees and presented her blushing cunt to Baxter.

  “Come on then, Honeycutt,” she said, sounding like a cross teacher. “Give me your cock.”

  “Bloody hell,” muttered Baxter as he staggered over to Sara.

  Her bum hung over the edge of the table and her quim and her arsehole were both presented to him as she held the backs of her knees. He took out his long cock and fumbled with the condom while she looked on with amusement. She blew a lock of blonde hair out of her face as she watched him unroll the pink latex sheath over his hardness.

  “There you are,” she said. “You know where to put it?”

  “Y-yeah,” said Baxter, gripping the root of his cock so tightly the latex of the condom crinkled in his hand. Sara watched him furrow his brow and bite his thin lip as he rubbed his hard cock at the slick folds of her entrance. It felt quite nice when he rubbed his cock against her clit, but what she really needed was a proper fucking. Instead, he continued to fiddle around, rubbing his cock up and down her slit.

  “Baxter, fuck meeee,” she moaned with exasperation.