"Clare" - Chapter 5:- “Driving The Conversation” - Sex Stories

"Clare" - Chapter 5:- “Driving The Conversation”

... that I am a millionaire? She wanted to know, and I may have made an error in letting slip that I was.”

I knew Brenda’s words were all part of her performance, but I couldn’t help blushing as William laughed deeply. I guessed he had heard all this before.

“I have to check, Brenda, but as long as you don’t spend too much on this young lady, I think you might just about keep your head above the million-pound line.”

I smiled back at William, though we all knew they were both having fun at my expense. Since the time I asked that question, it had become obvious that my girlfriend was worth tens, probably hundreds of millions of pounds.

The last person around the table was a younger woman, maybe just over thirty. She was introduced as Kate, Brenda’s personal lawyer.

“Kate keeps me out of the papers when I don’t want to be in them. Then helps put me in them when I do.” Brenda smiled, pausing for effect. “She also tries her best to keep me on the straight and narrow, though sometimes she may falloccasionallya little short on that!”

I almost expected a round of applause after that grand statement. There wasn’t one. They had all seen this before. However, what impressed me the most was that Brenda hadn’t muttered one swear word!

Kate shook my hand and as she did so explained to me that though she was Brenda’s personal lawyer; most of her time was spent liaising with different top law firms who would do all the grunt work.

I sensed that Kate was efficient, ...

... probably single and almost certainly a lesbian, as I had that vibe. It was the way she had been eyeing me up as we worked our way down the line.

Kate had the next-door girl look, with her dark hair cut similar in style to when I was fourteen. Her hazel eyes and her bright red lipstick told me all I needed to know. She just needed a couple of hours with a stylist or Jaz, Sarah, and me. She needed a makeover to let her natural beauty out.

“Right, my dear, that is my inner team,” Brenda announced and then slapped me once on the bottom as everyone else sat down. “And Clare, your cunt numbing cream is over there!” She pointed to a plastic container on the kitchen worktop. “And don’t get any on your clitoris.”

There it was, the swear word, it was obvious that my girlfriend just couldn’t help herself.

I moved as quickly as I could as embarrassment rolled across the room in the form of laughter.

“My dear, I don’t need it back; keep it,” Brenda chuckled as I raced out of the room, my face now the colour of a ripe tomato.

Avoiding my clitoris, I applied the cold soothing cream; it brought instant relief. Then I giggled to myself as I saw the funny side of my embarrassment, but there was no way I was telling David or Sarah what just happened.

With Brenda’s special numbing cream now tucked into my handbag, I crept back into the kitchen, hoping that my presence would go unnoticed. Only for Brenda to say, “Clare darling, will you refresh everyone’s drinks?”

I felt myself ...