Be My complete MAGA

Chapter 1.

Simon sat nervously at a small table at the back of a near deserted brasserie off the King's Road. It was just before noon on a muggy, humid July day. The restaurant was bleak and airless. Simon wiped his wet palms on the crisp white linen tablecloth and rearranged the salt and pepper pots neatly in the centre of the table. The waiter noticed him looking anxiously towards the door and wondered if he was being stood up.

A moment later the door opened and a young woman breezed in wearing a pretty floral summer dress and huge sunglasses, which she planted with practiced ease into the middle of her hair. The waiter stood up and bowed graciously as she made her way over to Simon's table.

Simon stood up, his napkin falling to the floor, and held out a clammy hand. He was still chewing a large piece of bread which he swallowed whole before he could speak.

"Well, we meet at last." Sarah said brightly

She sounded slightly disingenuous, her voice deeper and more mature than her looks suggested. She looked down at his hand briefly with a look of pained disgust as if it were a dead fish, then sat down, taking out a compact and refreshing her lip gloss. Simon stood there, his hand outstretched momentarily, then picked up his napkin and sat opposite her. He brushed a crumb from his lip.

The waiter immediately came over, flirtatiously filling Sarah's glass with water welcoming her obsequiously.

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Sarah looked up at him, broke into a wide smile and ordered fresh lobster and a bottle of Bollinger. Simon, who had scarcely had time to think, looked up nervously at the waiter.

"I'll have the same please."

"So two lobsters and two bottles of Bollinger."

"Perfect." Sarah said, as the waiter breezed off before Simon could say anything.

"You have my attention as long as you are pleasing me Simon. Do you understand that?"

Simon blushed. He was completely outclassed by this beautiful woman, and knew that any relationship they had was going to be very expensive and very dangerous. His hands were shaking as he took a sip of water with both hands on the glass and then took out a white envelope from his jacket pocket. Pushing it across the table he watched as Sarah opened it slowly and ran her fingers over the notes.

Sarah dropped the envelope in her bag, and Simon felt an extraordinary thrill as the clasp clipped shut.

"Did you enjoy that Simon?"

Simon nodded, his neck and ears flushed red. He had no idea how incredibly erotic it would feel to hand over £2000 in cash to a woman he had never met before.

"That is the right answer Simon."

Sarah then stood up and walked out of the restaurant just as the waiter arrived with two bottles of Bollinger and two tall flutes.

An hour later Simon awkwardly pushed the remains of his lobster to one side and ordered the bill. It had been a very expensive day so far. Sarah's lobster, untouched lay fat and red on her plate, and would soon be tossed into the bin as Simon walked home alone.



A week earlier Sarah sat crossed legged on Ellie's bedroom floor, her arms stretched high above her head, back straight in a black leotard and tights.

"Don't hum Sarah" Ellie rolled her eyes

"You'll be lighting joss sticks next. This is Pilates, not meditation.

Sarah looked up at Ellie, sitting neatly on the middle of her bed in a huge pink towelling robe, her wet hair pulled back behind her ears. Sarah poked out her tongue and began to bend over to the right, humming loudly.

"Feel the stretch down your side?"

"Uh huh."

"Great, and now the other side, and stop humming."

Sarah closed her eyes and lent slowly to the left.

"Tight abs, straight back, that's it."

Ellie tilted her head and pulled a comb through her wet hair. She looked down at Sarah affectionately.

"When are you meeting him?" She tugged at the knots as she spoke.

"Saturday, for lunch. That new Brasserie thingy place near World's End."

Sarah opened her eyes and looked at Ellie. Neither of them said anything and neither of them smiled.

"Are you ready for this now?" Ellie spoke softly, watching her friend carefully. Sarah swallowed.

"Yes, I think so. It makes my heart race just thinking about it..."

Ellie smiled. She knew that feeling very well indeed and was thrilled that her best friend was going to experience the same rush.

"...and I really, really want to buy some new clothes. You completely out-wardrobe me now, I feel soooo frumpy next to you."

Ellie knew that this was most definitely not true. Sarah had the most beautiful face she had ever seen, and would look fabulous in a bin liner.

"Start off slowly. Draw him in. You need to actually feel his emotions when he gives you money. If you can get on his wavelength he will come back again and again. Look for a chemical reaction between you and feed on that."

Sarah lowered her hands and placed them on her knees. She moved like a prima ballerina, serenely and full of grace. Ellie adored watching her, and just knew how good she was going be at this.

"OK, thanks hon. How many have you done?"

Ellie looked hurt.

"That is a bit harsh girlfriend. All of them loved gifting me. They just couldn't help themselves, and you can see why, can't you darling?"

Ellie flung her head back theatrically pulling her robe down over each shoulder and shook from side to side, like a burlesque stripper. Sarah laughed out loud.

"Well, that is as maybe, but you took a lot of money from them, didn't you?"

"All in good time honey. All in good time. It will spoil the thrill if you start comparing your conquests with mine. Let me guide you through this first one, and then I will lift the veil a little higher. Fair?"

Sarah pushed her bottom lip out sulkily and started to hum again. Ellie threw a pillow at her head playfully and switched on her hairdryer.





Sarah was hungry after her meeting with Simon, and decided to stop for a coffee on her way back to her flat. She sipped a small latte, leaving a red mark on the rim and called Ellie. A plump pasty young man with a ponytail hunched over a laptop looked up at her and smiled briefly as she tore open a sachet of brown sugar and sprinkled it over the froth. She looked back at him and blinked slowly.

"Oh my god, you rang. I have been pacing the room like a caged thingy."

"Tiger?"

"Yes, tiger, like a caged tiger. Now tell me what happened?"

Ellie jumped up and down in her kitchen looking out of the window as the breeze rustled through the plane trees"

"Well, I ignored his hand shake, flirted with the waiter, ordered lobster and champagne for both of us, he handed over an envelope with £2000 in £20 notes in it and I left before the food came. I wasn't there more than 5 minutes."

Ellie smiled, running the top of her stockinged left foot up and down her right calf and ankle and felt a tingling sensation in her tummy. Her voice dropped a tone.

"Did you tell him what I told you?"

"You mean the bit about having my attention only if he pleased me?"

"Yes, yes, did you?"

"Let me think...urm, yes I did."

Ellie sat on a high kitchen stool and crossed her legs, picking at a loose thread on her skirt absentmindedly."

"Good girl. Now leave it a few days. Wait for him to make the next move. You need to show complete disinterest, understand?"

Sarah stirred her coffee slowly and then licked the sweet froth from both sides of the spoon. The man opposite looked up again. Sarah looked back at him, totally without expression, and spoke into her phone.

"I understand completely Ellie. Completely."

The man blushed and looked down quickly at his laptop. Totally outstared he would not look up again. Sarah smiled to herself. She was beginning to enjoy her newly discovered power, but had no idea, simply no idea how mind-bendingly brilliant she was going to be at this.


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Chapter 2.

Simon looked down at his mobile and had a huge rush of adrenalin. He picked up his phone quickly and walked out of his office to take the call in the lobby.

"Hello Simon Bailey."

Simon blushed and his mouth went dry. He couldn't believe how excited he felt.

"Hello Sarah. It is nice to hear from you again. I wondered if you would return my calls."

"There were certainly enough of them Simon Bailey, and texts too. You will meet me at Claridge's this evening at 8pm, I have booked a table in your name and I am staying in their presidential suite tonight and tomorrow night. Call the hotel and give them your card details. Naturally you will want to fill the suite with flowers so I have ordered a dozen bouquets from Harrods in your name. Call them and sort out the invoice.."

The line went dead. Simon was shaking as he walked back to his desk. He checked the markets, down 2%. An hour later he transferred £16,000 from a savings account into his current account, and wondered just how the big London hotels justified the price of their rooms.

Sarah sat at the table looking relaxed and beautiful. A bottle of chilled champagne nestled into a huge ice bucket by her side. The waiter pulled out his chair and offered him a drink. He looked nervously at Sarah. She nodded almost imperceptibly at the waiter, who poured a glass for Simon and handed him the wine list.

"We will have the lobster, and a bottle of Lutreaux '.67. The waiter acknowledged the choice with an approving nod.

"An excellent choice Madam."

Simon looked at the wine list and found the wine. £880. He felt a rush of pleasure and fear and closed the menu quickly. The waiter took it from him with a brisk nod, and they were alone.

"I have decided to eat with you tonight Simon. I want to have a discussion with you."

"Thank you Sarah. I would like that."

"Tell me, are you enjoying our relationship?"

Simon looked across the table. Sarah was unimaginably beautiful.

"Very much so. You are quite the loveliest thing I have ever seen." Simon's voice had a tone of longing and sadness.

"Hmmm, well that is as maybe Simon. Are you wealthy?"

Simon looked a little apprehensive, then shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

"I am doing ok. Business has been good, so yes, no complaints I guess."

There was a pause. Sarah took a tiny sip of champagne, and looked around the room. A boisterous Mediterranean family gathered around a large round table by the door; most of the tables were now full.

"Do you have debts?"

Simon looked at Sarah, wondering what this was all leading to. He answered quietly.

"I do not have any debts Sarah. None at all."

The sexual tension between them was palpable. Sarah stroked the stem of her champagne flute up and down with her fingers, then licked the condensation off, finger by finger.

"Good, that is good. Before the food arrives I want you to agree to something. Is that understood?"

Simon nodded.

"Before we meet again I want you to borrow £100,000 from your bank?"

Sarah actually had no idea why she chose that amount, or whether this was just a drop in the ocean or his life savings. She just wanted. To see how he reacted.

"I really don't need to do that Sarah."

Sarah played another card.

"If you give me any attitude Simon this relationship will cease right now."

Simon blushed.

"I promise you I was not being facetious. It is just my bank would wonder why I wanted to borrow money. They would think it a bit odd."

Sarah decided to strike.

"You have displeased me. I am going to retire to my suite."

Dabbing her napkin to her lips she stood up, picking up her gloves and room key from the table. The waiter approached with their order.

"I will dine in my rooms. My companion has to leave. Will you settle the bill Simon?"

Simon wanted to plead with Sarah to stay, but her acting was superb. If he contradicted her story it would sound ridiculous.

"Very well Madam."

The waiter took the tray back to the kitchens and Sarah spoke.

"You do not question my decisions Simon, is that clearly understood?"

Simon looked desperate. His eyes pleaded for some understanding, but Sarah was not going to come out of character now, she was enjoying herself too much for that.

"If you want to attempt to repair the damage then you will borrow £250,000 and put it into your current account, is that understood Simon. You borrow it, you do not use your own money, you borrow it."

Simon nodded .

"Yes Sarah, absolutely. I will make arrangements tomorrow."

Sarah then handed Simon a piece of paper.

"Here is a list of 30 retailers. I want you to open store cards for me with all of these before we next meet."

Simon took the piece of paper and watched as Sarah glided out of the room. The head of the family table by the door looked up as she passed their table. His thoughts go unrecorded, but the look in his eyes was one of lascivious longing.



Sarah and Ellie walked slowly arm in arm through Kensington Palace gardens.

"Now listen Sarah. You have to understand that he needs the thrill to intensify each time. That is how it works. You need to push him until he starts to really feel the financial loss, otherwise it isn't going to give him the buzz he needs. Believe me he will fantasise about you going much much further. It is up to you now."

Sarah squeezed her friends arm tightly.

"Have you got him to borrow money yet?"

"Yes I have, but he didn't want to. I mean I don't think he needed to at all."

"Good. It is always best to get them to borrow money at this stage.. His bank may think he is bonkers but that doesn't matter. In time, as you up your game he will find it increasingly difficult to borrow money . Understand?"

"Ellie you are a genius, a wicked genius so you are."

"It is the same with the store cards honey. The interest rates are ridiculous. You must insist he only pays off the minimum each month. Tell him it pleases you that he is paying so dearly for your clothes. Do you see what you are doing? Whilst he is solvent you get him into expensive debts that it will be difficult for him to extricate himself from when he is not. He will love it.

Sarah stopped, and sat on a bench.

"This is a big thing Ellie. I am not sure I can go all the way with this"

Ellie sat on the bench and squeezed Sarah's hand reassuringly.

"Pfff. Don't be so soft Sarah. It is always his choice remember. You are not responsible for his sexual preferences. You are simply facilitating his desires. Think of it as a public service."

The girls began to laugh and walked off to lunch together, changing the subject completely.



Two weeks later Sarah arrived an hour late and sat down breathlessly in The Ivy. Simon started to get up from his seat, but she waved him back down. Ellie arrived a few moments later and the waiter started to lay a third place. Both women looked fresh and happy and extremely well dressed. They piled their shopping bags in the corner next to the window and ordered champagne cocktails. Simon tried to shake off his slight irritation both that Sarah had arrived so late without apology and brought a friend.

Both women looked at each other knowingly.

"This is Ellie Simon. It took ages but we have finally spent up to the limit on all those clever store cards. I swear in the end we were just buying things because we could."

Ellie laughed out loud, and clapped her hands together as the champagne cork popped.

"What a lovely morning we had, and now a lunch by the river. What could be nicer?" Sarah clinked her glass against Ellie's and Simon's and took a tiny sip.

"Mmmmm, delicious. Now Simon, what are you going to do to please me today?"

The pace of the conversation was exciting and scary. Simon's heart was beating against his chest and his mouth was dry. He could see that Sarah was pressing her advantage, and if he wanted to carry on this relationship he would need to up his game, quickly and dramatically. He just wished it was just the two of them.

Both women put their glasses down and looked at Simon expectantly.

"I have set up an allowance for you Sarah."

"How much?" Sarah spoke without emotion.

"£12,000 per annum."

Both girls laughed.

"That will pay for your manicures darling." Ellie said dryly, jabbing an olive with her cocktail stick and popping it into Sarah's mouth.

Simon looked crest-fallen.

"OK, £25,000 per annum"




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"£50,000 and I want it upfront Simon. You know I can't wait for anything, it is just too dull."

"She means that she will spend it all in a week."

Sarah looked hurt and pouted moodily at Ellie.

"Bad girl, you know me just too well."

Simon took out his cheque book and wrote a cheque out, handing it to Sarah. She folded it in half and dropped it into her handbag without looking at Simon.

"Sarah tells me she made you borrow a million pounds and put it in your current account Simon Was that wise?"

Simon blushed and looked at Sarah.

"Answer the question Simon. Remember your manners."

"I did it because Sarah asked me too Ellie, and it wasn't that much"

"I see. Well it certainly isn't doing anything in the bank now is it, except costing you interest. I always get my money to work for me."

"He doesn't need to borrow the money Ellie. He did it to please me."

"Well I suggest you ask Simon to give the money to you so you can invest it more wisely."

"What a good idea. Simon, let us help you invest your money more wisely, what do you say?" Sarah spoke with a detached sarcasm, holding out her upturned palm without smiling.

Simon had a huge rush. Losing £250,000 would be the first significant loss in this game. He thought quickly .He certainly could afford it, but he still had to service the debt and god knows how much the store cards were going to cost him. He felt a little out of control. Sarah and Ellie had only been here 10 minutes and he had already paid out £50,000, now they wanted to 'invest' another £250,000 and all 30 store cards were now up to their limit.

"Ok. I'll transfer the money to your account this this afternoon."

Simon wiped his brow with his napkin and took a large gulp of champagne that made him cough and splutter. The bubbles came out of his nose making him sneeze.

Both ladies looked at him. His eyes looked bloodshot and sore.

"Good decision"

"Shall we?" Sarah stood up as she spoke.

"I think we should." Ellie replied brightly and in a breeze of perfume, stockings and heels they picked up their bags and left the restaurant arm in arm and into a taxi. Simon wiped his eyes and took a sip of water.



That evening, lying in bed he went through the events of the day in his head. How far would Sarah go with this? How far would he allow himself to go? He thought about the speed at which this woman was relieving him of his wealth, he saw her face clearly, her perfect complexion, her coolness towards him. He felt a flutter, a powerful rush, it grew in intensity until he whispered into the pillow.

"She could ruin me."

A quiver, a gorgeous intense feeling overwhelmed him and he wiped his fingers, covered in a wet stringy mess on the bed sheet beside where he lay. He definitely wasn't ready to stop yet, absolutely no way.



Simon sipped a foul coffee from a plastic cup and winced. Leaning forward he leafed through the pile of magazines on the glass coffee table and the heavily painted receptionist gave him a wooden smile. After a while he stood up and wandered around the showroom running his fingers down the side of a huge four by four and peered in through the window.

"She's a beaut isn't she Sir. Take a seat inside, she's more like a plane than a car."

The salesman smelt of garlic and Marlboro lights and opened the door. Simon looked inside trying to look interested, but was thinking about the size of the salesman's tie knot. It looked like a bright orange cricket ball.

"Hop in Sir, don't be shy.


Simon hesitated for a moment.

"It's ok; I am just waiting for my friend."

The salesman practically pushed him up into the seat and he sat down. Everything smelt of leather. Simon gripped the steering wheel: it felt soft and substantial. He looked through the tinted windscreen and saw Sarah jumping down from another Range Rover outside grinning widely. She was with a very experienced salesman, Edward, who guided her to the front of the car to show it off in its best light. He needn't have bothered.

A moment later she turned on her heels and breezed into the showroom, pulling her hair back over her head and taking off her sunglasses. She saw Simon and marched right up to the car.

The salesman leant across Simon's lap and opened the window, then closed the door effectively trapping Simon in his seat.

"I was just telling your husband what a beautiful car this is."

"Is this the same model as I have just test driven?" Sarah stood back slightly as she spoke, recoiling at the strong smell of warm garlic on his breath."

"This is the Vanden Plas model madam. It's got all the toys on it, and the 5 litre engine, so it's a little bit pricier."

"I love it. I want this one, but in white. Yes white would be lovely. Ellie can have this one, she loves silver cars."

Simon gripped the wheel tightly and turned to the salesman.

"This one and one in white then."

An hour later he left the showroom alone. He had just spent £130,000 on two ridiculous Range Rovers. Sarah had long gone, given a lift home by Edward who, partially distracted by Sarah's long legs, calculated his commission in his head, not quite able to believe his luck.

Sarah, on a whim, invited him in and after a rather awkward fumble on the hall floor sent him off with empty balls and a cheque for half of his commission lying neatly on the hall table.



A month later Simon sat in his Accountant's reception, looking down at the Financial Times lying neatly folded on a walnut coffee table. He opened it up and read the headlines

"UK in recession again.' 'Unemployment at a 20 year high. Bank of England in crisis talks with lenders.'

His accountant wore a dark charcoal suit, a crisp white shirt and an expensive gold tie. As Simon followed him up to his office he noticed his shoes. They were expensive and highly polished.

Simon sat down on the sofa and helped himself to a biscuit whilst George Atkinson FCA poured the coffee.

"I'll be Mum" he said brightly.

"Help yourself to milk and sugar Simon."

Half an hour later George put his pad down and turned to Simon.

"Not my position to pry old boy, but you has been spending an awful lot of money over the last three months, and the debt situation you have got yourself into, well it's a bit bizarre to say the least. Is everything ok?"

"You mean have I lost the plot George?"

"Well it isn't like you to make such bad decisions. It looks to me as if you are trying to impress a girl. That is fine, but this is serious now Simon. Your cash position is not good at all, and you are going to have to rely on your income just to cover your costs and service your borrowings. You are going to have to stop spending until the business starts to build up your reserves again."

Simon wasn't really listening. He felt a rush like a gambler and snapped a biscuit in half against the plate, popping a piece of shortbread in his mouth.

"I have plenty of investments George, I can use those, and there are masses of equity in my flat."

"Simon, you are talking as if you have some sort of need to spend your money. Your investments are an important part of your financial plan for the future, and your flat is your home. You need to stop."

Simon put the rest of the biscuit in his mouth and took a final sip of coffee. He didn't respond.

"Concentrate on the business Simon. These are tough times, you know that. Don't take your eye off the ball now, and don't spend any more money."

Simon took a deep breath as the door closed behind him and walked slowly in the dank morning air into Sloane Square .As he walked he started to think about his investments, calculating in his head just how much they were all worth, roughly. Bonds, equities, some cash. It must be close on £700,000 surely, and the flat was worth, god, what, £1.5million, with say £800,000 in equity. He shrugged his shoulders and took a taxi to Hatton Garden. Checking his watch he had an hour before meeting Sarah at noon.

It started to rain heavily in the cab, and Simon looked out through the streaked windows as a girl took shelter in a doorway holding a magazine over her head. Simon turned his mobile phone over and over in his hand nervously. His heart was racing. After paying the cabbie he ran into a coffee shop and called Sarah.

"I am here Sarah, in the coffee shop, opposite Greville Street."

"So I see."

Simon looked around and saw Sarah in the corner sitting quietly with a coffee. She wore a massive hat over a powder blue suit. Simon blushed. She could have been a Duchess.

Sarah beckoned him towards her and looked up at him, taking her sunglasses off and placing them in his hand.

"Well then, let's go shopping."

Outside the rain had stopped and the sun came out. It was a humid airless day. Sarah carefully stepped over the puddles on the pavement and stopped outside a small nondescript terraced house. She rang the bell. A minute later they heard the sound of bolts being drawn and the door unlocked from inside. An old man opened the door dabbing his nose with a dirty handkerchief, his hair greased back in an appalling comb over. The hall smelt of wax polish and stale sweat.

"Come in my dears, I have been expecting you."

The old man lent heavily on the bannister and slowly climbed the stairs with great effort .In his tiny office you could just see through the filthy windows down into Hatton Garden. A police siren filled the room for a few moments and then was gone"

The old man wore a pair of fingerless woollen gloves, and pointed at a bench seat as he sat down heavily at his desk, mopping his brow and stuffing the handkerchief flamboyantly into the breast pocket of his suit.

"Those stairs will be the death of me, to be sure."

Sniffing loudly, he opened the desk drawer and pulled out a small velvet bag and emptied the contents on his blotting pad.

"Your good lady suggested that you wanted pink stones. These are the best I could find. No stones are perfect, but these are pretty close.

Simon looked down at three cut pink diamonds the size of peas. Sarah picked one up and held it up to the window.

"That one would make a very acceptable ring Miss. The other two are so closely matched they would be lovely as a pair of earrings. I really would like to sell them together. I can give you a good price for the set."

Sarah put the stone back on the table and smiled.

"I am going to lunch. I am not going to spoil this moment by talking about silly money."

"Of course not my dear."

"Don't get up, I'll see myself out."

Sarah stood up and left without another word. She knew how anxious Simon would be not knowing when they would meet again, not knowing whether she wanted the diamonds or not, and it gave her a huge thrill. Outside it started to rain again just as she jumped into a cab.

"A very beautiful girl Sir. You are a very lucky man, to be sure."

Simon looked at the old man carefully.

"Tell me about these diamonds then. What are you looking to sell them for?"

"These are near perfect stones, and pink stones are incredibly rare. I couldn't let them go for less than two hundred each."

Simon looked at the old man. He had no expression at all on his face.

"So £300 for all three, or would there be a discount?"

The old man cackled.

"Very funny Sir, but his is Hatton Garden not Rapley's. These stones are worth £100,000 each. They are unique."

Simon went pale and looked down at the diamonds again. He felt a huge rush of adrenalin.

The old man shrugged and started to put the stones back in the velvet purse.

"I think you might have to disappoint the young lady."

Simon started to think about his investments.

"Give me your best price. Just tell me the very best price you will give me for all three."

The old man looked up with a look of weary exasperation.

"Five hundred and thirty. This isn't an Egyptian bazaar. I don't haggle my prices. That is that. You have to decide."

Simon wiped his hands on the top of his trousers.

"Keep them for me. I will be back, ok?"

The old man nodded, and put the bag back into his drawer.

"I can keep them for three days at that price, with a £5000 deposit. Non returnable."



Back at home Simon rang his stockbroker.

"Henry, its Simon"

"Hi Simon, how are you? Rumour has it you are all loved up."

"Henry, listen. I want you to sell my entire portfolio, everything. Can you do that for me?"

"I can do anything you want me to do Simon. But can I ask why?"

"I just want out of the market. It doesn't feel right out there, and I would prefer some liquidity."

"Well you would certainly be liquid if you sold everything."

"Good, then that is what I want you to do. Out of everything in the next 24 hours, ok?"

"Ok Simon., I will get onto it right away."

Simon put the phone down and looked out of the window. What was he doing? He picked up the phone again. He had to stop this madness. His mobile rang, it was Sarah. Simon held both phones, one in each hand. He had a choice now, a genuine choice.

... TO BE CONTINUED

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Chapter 3.

The leaves were falling from the plane trees and the nights were drawing in. Sarah looked in the mirror. Her lipstick a subtle shade of pink matched exactly with her earrings and necklace. A young man, naked and toned, walked approached her from the bed and squeezed her shoulders gently.

Sarah sighed, tilting her head back slowly, her hair tickling his fingers as they massaged her shoulders gently.

"That was nice. Note to self, spend more time in bed with beautiful young men."

Charlie laughed.

"Come back to bed then."

Sarah sat up right and clapped her hands.

""No, no. I must be strong. Today I am going to have a meeting."

"A meeting. Well, now that is exciting honey."

Sarah put her arms through an exquisite pink and cream bra and reached behind her, fastening the clasp. An hour later she sat in the British Library in a quiet booth watching Simon dry his eyes.

"I am sorry Sarah. I just can't give you anything else, everything has gone now. I can just about pay the minimum amount each month on the store cards and the debts. My bank won't lend me anything more until I start paying off some of my borrowings."

Sarah smiled and took Simon's hands into her lap. Simon started to cry again. This was the first time that Sarah had shown any affection at all since all this had started, and he found it difficult to control his emotions.

"Shh, shhh. Don't cry now. Let me help you. All you need to do is sell your flat. London house prices are booming at the moment. That will give you more than enough money to pay off all your debts and then you can rent."

Sarah lifted Simon's head up with her hand under his chin and smiled at him with her mouth. Simon looked into her cold eyes and could see no emotion at all. They were shark's eyes. It made him shudder with fear and he felt a stirring that left him breathless with desire.

A month later his solicitor rang.

"Hi Simon, its Fiona here. All done. I've transferred the funds into your account and will send you the Title documents shortly."

"Thanks Fiona, I really appreciate your help."

Simon put the phone down and stared out the window. His heart started racing and he felt the most incredible rush. The phone rang a minute later, it was Sarah.

"Hello Simon, any news." Simon felt his penis press hard against his trousers. He swallowed hard.

"It's done. Now at last I can start to get everyone off my back."

"There you go. You just needed little old Sarah to help you think straight. Come over for a drink, we can have a little celebration."

"What, you mean at your place Sarah?"

"Of course, why not, it is about time isn't it?" Sarah sounded hollow and distant, she was on hands free sitting astride Charlie, slowly raising and lowering herself as she spoke.

"About seven. See you then." She pushed the button on her mobile and took Charlie into her, right up to the hilt. She was going to cum like a train and scream like a witch. She tightened her pelvic muscles around Charlie's penis which hardened inside her, causing her to gasp.

At 7.32 pm sitting at Sarah's kitchen table Simon pushed the send button. Sarah sat next to him, her arm around his shoulder.

"See. That didn't hurt at all. Now we just have to wait for the little blue circle to stop turning."

They both looked at the screen, transfixed. A moment of unfathomable sexual delight for both of them. The world disappeared, melting away as these two people watched the screen.

(Thank you. You have transferred £842,316 to Miss Sarah Carrington.)

An hour later Simon, naked, on all fours sucked Sarah's right big toe as she sat on her toilet seat, the bathroom door locked.

"Now Simon, time for that celebration drink, and then you leave forever, understood?"

Simon, broken, bankrupt, naked and ruined looked up and nodded, a smile forming on his lips. Sarah stood up pushed him onto his back with her heel and sat astride his chest. He closed his eyes, feeling the hard wiry hairs against his top lip, encouraging him to open his mouth. As the warm salty fluid poured into his mouth large globules of cum splattered against Sarah's back, and ran down the crack between her buttocks. Nothing mattered anymore.