Horny Little Women Pt10

The morning after Tino Sala’s dinner party Matthew Ryder rose early, planning to spend the day with newfound mentor Johnny Frio. He wanted to know as much as possible about the business. The financial incentives notwithstanding, the thrill of being around hidden cameras and covert activity appealed immensely to a seventeen-year old whose horizons were being expanded by the day.

Johnny’s office was located at the northern end of the marina, a brisk walk in the cool morning air. As he passed by, Matthew was heartened to see a hive of activity around Ryder Tower so early in the day. The vast plastic cover removed, the orange-brown brickwork shone like a beacon, making an imposing sight. It would be some landmark in the coming years and not a bad pension plan either! But for now he had other matters to concentrate upon.

Only too happy to dedicate time to a young man he’d already developed a paternal instinct towards, Johnny welcomed Matthew into the squat office. He began by explaining the nuts and bolts of the company, disclosing that referrals fell into three main categories. The main work came from insurance companies and lawyers that required video evidence for the purposes of litigation. This mainly involved shooting film of claimants doing things they shouldn’t: what was commonly known as malingering. Likewise, the government used his services to obtain evidence of fraudsters working whilst claiming benefits. The third strand was the private jobs, ‘the juicy stuff’: husbands seeking proof of their wives having affairs, and vice versa. Matthew nodded thoughtfully to demonstrate that he was absorbing it all. “Okay, I’m in.”

Smiling, he went to shake his new partner’s hand, only for Johnny to raise his hands before dropping the bombshell. “Whoa Matthew, you think it that easy?”

Matthew’s eyes narrowed. “Oh I thought…”

“Nah, first you have to prove your suitability. Not everyone cut out to do what I do, you know.”

“Prove my suitability?”

“Yah, your initiation test.”

Matthew rubbed at his chin. “Test?”

“Yah, to show me you make worthy partner.”

“How do you mean…? I…um…I’ve never done anything like this before…I’m not sure I…”

Johnny waved away his prot?’s concerns. “I set you simple task to begin with, yah.”

“Um, o-okay.”

“Don’t sound so scared, you enjoy this task,” Johnny revealed, eyes sparkling. “I want you retrieve the hidden camera.”

Matthew frowned, more so when Johnny revealed: “It’s still attached to Connie’s suspender belt.”

Matthew’s jaw dropped and he swallowed hard. “You’re joking?”

Johnny issued a grave expression. “No joke. These things no grow on trees, you know.”

Matthew didn’t like the sound of the task one bit, and his face told as much.

“You no think you can do it, Matthew no? And you want be surveillance expert like Uncle Johnny?”

“Yes, but…”

“Yes but nothing,” the older man countered. “In twenty-five years in the business this face been punched so many times I lose count, I been chased through fields by gangsters, bitten by vicious dogs, threatened with violence…This no job for a shrinking violet.”

Though he was apprehensive, Matthew took exception to the challenge to his masculinity, pushing out his chest like a rooster. “Okay, I’ll, um, do it.”

“Good, good. I done all groundwork, so easy-peasy. Connie, she no go work this morning, drink too much last night and not get home till four in morning. She so drunk she still have same stockings on from last night.”

Johnny produced the sleek black receiver from the previous evening. Sure enough the camera was still in place on Connie’s thigh, trained upon a smooth yet gently sleeping pussy.

The thought of sexual matters cheered Matthew. “Did she spend the rest of the evening at Tino’s without her panties on?”

Johnny grinned. “She sure did – and drunker she get, the more flirtatious she become. If you’d hang around, Matthew, you’d have been well in!”

“Really?”

Johnny’s smile evaporated. “Maybe, maybe not.”

“Oh?”

“Perhaps I shouldn’t tell you this…”

“What? Oh Johnny, you have to now…”

Johnny pursed his lips. “Let’s just say, after you leave, she not very complimentary about you.”

“Oh? In what way?”

Johnny exhaled. “She say you are like all Englishmen, you have no balls. And she call Heather cheap peasant and say you must be cheap peasant too.”

“Oh did she now?”

“Yes. Now go bring back my camera.”

The ploy had worked to perfection and the young apprentice ambled off, mulling over in his mind just where to start. Initiative was needed to succeed. He recalled the table talk from the previous evening and gradually pieced together a plan. Connie lived close to the marina, perhaps no more than five minutes away. All he needed was a plausible way to get inside.

Ah yes, he still had her phone number. Subtlety would get him nowhere, that much was certain. It was time to be brave. No balls indeed. He’d show her. Removing the mobile phone from his pocket, Matthew made the call. Connie sounded groggy, cheering perceptively when she learned who it was. “Um, it’s just that I’m in the area,” Matthew revealed. “I could, um, use a cup of tea and it sounds like you could too.”

He awaited her response, heart pounding and scarcely able to believe he was going through with this. But she appeared receptive to the idea and, having gained directions, the wannabe investigator headed to her apartment. On the way he passed Joe the Shammy, Manila’s most famous window cleaner, the pair exchanging a hearty greeting.

An intercom system meant that Connie didn’t need to leave the comfort of her bed. “Hello?” he called out, creeping up the hallway and onto the stairs, a bedroom door slightly ajar with soft music and a bluish light seeping out.

Drawn like a moth to a flame, Matthew pushed open the door and stepped inside the partly lit bedroom. Lying atop the bed in the sulphur-like glow and clad in just stockings and suspenders, Connie made no effort whatsoever to cover up. Dark straggly tentacles of hair spilled on the pillow and her pert breasts were brazenly on display. His eyes lowered to fix upon the top of a crack that was just visible between her legs. “So, how do you like your tea?” he enquired.

“Like my men,” she revealed.

Matthew raised his eyebows after which Connie elucidated: “Hot, sweet and white.”

Matthew swallowed hard.

“But forget the tea, yah Matthew. Get over here and fuck me now.”

The teenager’s eyes expanded. Honest to goodness he’d never intended for this to happen – at least not this quick. Given what she’d allegedly said about him at the dinner party and basking in the warmth of his fledgling relationship with Heather, his only feelings for Connie at that moment were of disdain. But she was like a rabid bitch on heat, foaming at the mouth, and – surprise surprise – he was horny as hell.

As he dithered by the side of the bed, Connie seized control, reaching up to loosen the tie and unbutton the shirt in one eager movement. Swooning at the strong chest beneath, she ran her talons through the light thatch of hair at its centre. At the same time, Matthew wrestled down his trousers and boxers, kicking them off to kneel naked before her on the bed.

Her breasts were little raised mounds sitting proudly upon her chest and topped off with attentive brown nipples that craved attention. Matthew wasted no further time with misgivings, surrendering to lust. The left teat fitted snugly in his pursed lips, treated to a good hard suck until it swelled and felt ready to explode in his mouth. Baring his teeth, Matthew nibbled around the aureola, tongue lapping at the nipple’s underside. Connie groaned with lust, eyes sparkling at having bagged this prize so easily. There was more to Matthew than perhaps she’d given him credit for. What she didn’t realise was how much more.

He moved across to the right breast, leaving a thick trail of saliva between the pair, before doing the same to the other, only more forcefully and with more bite, causing Connie to squeal and scrape her nails over his scalp. Hands moving back behind her head, she took a firm grip on the upright metal bars of the bedstead. Matthew adjusted so that he towered over her, knees between hers. Leaning down so that their stomachs brushed, his arms fitted across hers, big hands covering the little clenched fists that gripped so tight to the bedstead as if she was scared to let go.

Their bodies rolled together, both manoeuvring to gain optimum position, his cock scraping up the left inner thigh to nestle at the waiting pussy entrance. But just as he was about to plunge in, Matthew stopped sharp. Reaching aside, his hand fell upon the discarded tie. “Oh Matthew, you no going to tie me up like naughty little girl, are you?” she breathed, eyes twinkling.

Matthew smiled wickedly. He’d adjudged her a kinky little bitch from the very first moment they met and was pleased to see the hunch was right. How could Johnny ever have doubted his judgement? He was going to make a great investigator, blessed with cunning, intuition and guile.

He slipped the silken neckpiece around her wrists, securing them to the bedstead, her hands wiggling above. When through gritted teeth Connie prompted him to tie it harder, Mhthewe pulled the knot extra tight, then looped another, eliciting a whimper.