Geneva's Angst Lifts

Chapter 1

The elderly British couple sitting expectantly, looked at the tieless guy in a thin-striped blue and white shirt not tucked into his pants, with a white tee-shirt beneath it entering Regis Restaurant.

Beverley said coldly, "My god Charles, tradesmen are so socially unfitting these days in not coming in via the tradesman's entrance."

"What's the tradesman's entrance?"

"The back door you fool."

At the entrance, the maître d' stared at the young man and said disapprovingly, "You're not wearing a tie?"

"No, but you are. Show me to the table of Baron Delaney please."

"Mr Delaney is a baron? Omigod, I didn't know. Come this way sir."

"Baron," said the maître d', bowing stiffly. "This is your lunch guest."

Charles appeared nonplussed.

"Are you sure?" Beverley said, adjusting her glasses to take a closer look. "You are dressed like a cleaner. What is your name?"

"Larry Logan, ma'am."

"You dress eminently unsuited for the task we have in mind young man."

Larry didn't hesitate, "Who will pay me?"

"My husband."

"The I regard him as my employer during the term of this contract. Your relevancy is therefore of little consequence in respect of my engagement."

"Charles, tell him."

"Tell him what?"

"That he can't speak to me like that."

Charles said as much as he'd like to admonish their guest, American was a country that respected free speech and it was their duty to uphold that freedom.

The maître d' asked, "What wine would you like as a starter Baron?"

"Err, I really don't know, not having sighted the wine list."

Larry said, "The Baron choses Louis Roederer Brut Premier."

Relaxing again Charles said, "Yes please and thank you Larry."

As the maître d' walked off signalling to a wine waiter Charles said, "A nice touch of bubbles will start us off well. Why am I being called Baron when my name is Charles?"

"The maître d' here likes to give his guests titles," Larry lied. "He's homosexual and a little quirky. He has honoured you with the title of Princess, Mrs Delaney."

Beverley snorted, "That's rubbish."

When the wine waiter arrived with the champagne Larry read the guy's nametag and when he was pouring Mrs Delaney's wine Larry said, "Mrs Delaney is a princess isn't she, Lance?"

Lance, believing eccentric guests paid fatter tips than regular guests, played along and said, "Yes indeed sir."

Beverley patted her hair and smiled at the waiter left.

"I most apologize Mr Logan for disbelieving you and for speaking so rudely. A Princess takes precedence over a Baron and that means when I get a little drunk tonight Charles you will recognize precedence and hold your tongue."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Much to Larry's relief, that was the end to the by-play about honorary titles. He asked the Delaney's to call him Larry and said, "The agency briefing is that I am to seduce your granddaughter?"

Charles said correct but Beverley said she'd prefer a more delicate and non-descriptive term used.

Charles: Discreet Seducer?

Larry: Cherry Picker?

Beverley: Oh god, let's just get on with it.

* * *

Larry Logan, real name Timothy Thom that in childhood had been shortened to Tim Thom to sound like an ice-cream novelty, worked at a male escort agency.

Technically, he wasn't a male prostitute because he rarely had sex with clients. That was because usually most of his clients were married and not into adultery or they were power-women, who if they required sex, it wasn't likely to be with males.

He never dated males or knowingly dated transsexuals.

The Delaney's had come to America from England to be with their bereaved granddaughter, who had survived a horrendous vehicle crash that killed her husband and her parents, sister and brother.

Granddaughter Geneva, had become withdrawn and difficult and although aged twenty-four, wouldn't allow men near her.

The Delaney's had decided to hire someone to romance Geneva in the hope that would improve her sense of self-worthiness with the prospect that might encourage her to look for a replacement husband.

They'd looked through the computerized profiles of the agency's line-up of male escorts.

At the meeting that had profiled the couple's choice of seducer, the agency's reception manager Susan Oaks had sighed and said their choice wasn't suitable for the purpose they had in mind.

"Mr Logan rarely has sex with his clients and some he rejected complained he'd told them to be loyal to their husbands, whereas their whole idea of coming to the city was to have a few nights on the wild side."

Susan sighed again when Beverley said it was a shame that all men didn't act with similar gallantry like that.

Attempting a different approach, Susan looked at Charles. He winked and she lied that she agreed with Beverley, thinking well at least one of the duo had appeared morally balanced.

Beverley analyzed details and announced, "This Logan man is the only person in the entire line-up that the management's comments include the words reliable, courteous, and has a tendency to tease and can be overly protective of his clients who wish to stray off the beaten track. Aren't they all attributes?"

"In the real world, yes Mrs Delaney. But many of our female clients, as I had said. wish to walk the wild side and perhaps do drugs, strip while dancing and experience very rough sex."

"Omigod spare me. Please do you best to have Mr Logan accept us as clients on behalf of our granddaughter."

* * *

It was early summer, and Geneva's main activity of the day was to sit in the summer house reading or inside the house to stare trance-like through the windows at the rain.

Whenever the pool boy, the lawn mowing man or the gardener arrived, Geneva retreated into the bowels of the large house. She saw nothing irregular about this behavior; it was just her way of wanting to be alone to deal with her grief. It worried her though that her grief showed no sign of abating.

On Saturday evening, Geneva's recently deceased mother's younger sister Erica Butler arrived with a tall man with dark curly hair who was introduced as Larry Logan to Geneva and her grandparents.

Larry appeared most impressed at the sight of the beautiful blonde with a splendidly shaped body that had made his mouth water. He swallowed and was unable to see if Geneva had blue eyes because she kept them lowered.

At dinner, when Geneva asked him for the salt, Larry pretended not to hear.

Geneva looked up, her blue eyes flashed a warning that either signaling 'Don't mess with me buster' or more likely 'Are you deaf?'

Erica's husband Roscoe was in hospital, having had surgical sculpturing that went wrong corrected and had received cosmetic liposuction done at the same time.

"How did you and Roscoe get to know Larry?" Beverley asked, verbalizing the suggested dialogue the three conspirers had agreed to follow.

"Larry's father and Roscoe went through college together and they meet twice a year to go fishing."

Geneva appeared disinterested in the attempted subterfuge.

Charles fluffed his line but recovered. "Where are you flaying ... err, I mean staying during your vacation, Larry?"

"At the Oasis."

"Oh, I know that hotel, its five-star and looks quite new," Beverley said. "It must be quite expensive?"

"Four-twenty a night."

Charles stumbled again. "Jesus... err, I mean gee, that will keep you poor."

Larry grinned sheepishly. "My PA booked thinking it was company business."

He noticed a smile flicker over his target's face.

He swallowed again when looking at Geneva's boobs.

"Oh Larry, look why don't you come and stay here with us?" Beverley smiled. "We have loads of room and Geneva just sits around all day twiddling her thumbs and so you'd have company whenever you stay in."

"Gran, out to the kitchen please," Geneva said, pushing her chair back with a screech on the polished wood floor and she marched off.

As Beverley hurried past, Larry whispered, "Be firm, don't buckle."

Erica and the two men at the table agreed so far so good. But that changed as they listened to the explosion in the kitchen.

"How dare you invite that creep to stay here to ruin my privacy."

"Creep? That is rather rude of you, dear."

"I asked him where he worked and he said at an escort agency and tacked on he was the manager."

"Oh," Beverley answered and after a brief pause said, "But that escort agency services only retired people. Many are visitors in wheelchairs."

"Oh, well that's an odd vocation for a guy so young. He told me he was twenty-nine."

"The agency has 200 on its payroll dear. He's not just a manager, he's the operations manager."

"Two hundred? Well that's a large outfit to run."

"Yes. Now get used to the idea of him staying here if he accepts my invitation."

"Aren't you forgetting this is my property?"

"No, but I'm your grandmother. Let's see how it goes. If he snoops and spies on you, I'll ask him to leave."

"He's unlikely to do that except to watch me undress, I suppose."

"Darling he's unlikely to be interested in you. Erica warned him you are in a depressed state and possibly a danger to yourself."

"What!"

"Cool it darling. Erica is a former registered nurse and is entitled to her assessment of you."

"The bitch, but I have to say I've always liked her."

"Please accompany me back to the table."

Larry jumped up and pulled out Beverley's chair and helped seat her.

Geneva watching that, scowled.

"Geneva wanted a quiet word with me Larry because she's worried if you stay here you might spy and on her when she's dressing or undressing or if she is using the toilet you might snoop through her lingerie drawers."

Geneva looked horrified.

"Why would I be interested in her when this city is full of fun-loving women?"

"Well, she wouldn't be aware of your tastes."

Larry laughed and said he liked his women to wear their hair long and skirts short, to wear bras two sizes too small and be particular about personal hygiene and contraception practice.

"Ooh, that leaves Geneva well and truly out," Erica said ad-libbing. "You sound a very modern and exciting young man Larry. As for you Geneva, it would appear she won't even notice you exist."

"Have you decided to accept the offer to say here?" Charles asked.

"Yes sir, it was made so warmly and I find you and Mrs Delaney to be such interesting people. I accept the offer Mrs Delaney and if you want me out sooner than the twenty days I have left staying here, then just drop me a hint."

"Omigod, twenty days of this crap," Geneva said, leaving the table.

"Geneva come back here instantly and excuse yourself formally," Beverley said, frowning.

"Go back to England," Geneva shouted. "And take that idiot with you."

"Geneva!" shouted her granddad but there was no response.

"Brilliant, that went absolutely brilliantly," Larry said. "Geneva has been all but knocked off her perch. She will be confused and not knowing what to think right now but as she begins to rationalize, I'm hoping she'll be aggressively planning how to remove me from this house."

* * *

Erica drove Larry to his hotel and got out of the car and handed the keys to the attendant.

"Give the attendant your name and room number darling."

Larry grinned, aware that Erica was only thirty-seven. He gave the guy the room number and took the ticket stub. Only then he remembered Erica was married.

"Let's go to the bar, Erica."

"I would find it more relaxing having a nightcap in your room."

Larry sighed tragically. "You are married, remember?"

She said sharply, "Have you forgotten my husband and his dick are out of action right now?"

They rode the elevator awkwardly, a three-foot gap between them in the otherwise empty car. Erica was beginning to flush with growing passion, although she'd yet to be touched while her escort looked like a guy being strangled by his moral dilemma.

In the room, Erica said indelicately, "Let's fuck" and grabbing Larry said, "Omigod, you're hard already."

Erica swung into him and they kissed, she ramming her tongue into his mouth before he had time in his confusion to voice a resounding protest.

Larry, with a mouth full of probing tongue, considered the situation. He had a choice, to back off and declare he wanted no part of adultery. Conversely, he could give himself a bit of leeway and rule that Erica wasn't a client and clearly was immoral.

Larry took the easy way out and grabbed a swelling tit.

"Good boy Baby," Erica cooed. "My pussy is looking for a real hammering tonight."

Her now over-excited lover fumbled, and his slut thoughtfully assisted him to undress her. Out popped two milky-white hangers with rosy pink ends that had Larry swallowing furiously as he went on attack.

After fifteen minutes of having her tits licked, bitten and sucked and now awash with saliva. Erica stopped looking for imperfections on the ceiling and cooed, "Be a good boy and see if you can find pussy."

Larry tossed Erica on to the bed and was biting and sucking around her puckered anus when she sighed and said in a very fruity voice, "Down a bit darling. Slide your mouth under me a bit... oh, Y-E-E-E-S!"

Erica positively flayed Larry sexually, proving to be strong, wildly energetic and capable of multiple orgasms.

Later, the poor guy awoke feeling depleted and checking with relief that the end of his cock hadn't been bitten off by that foul vixen, who'd taken the time to teach him how to butt-fuck to avoid leaving a lady feeling overly unsatisfied.

He checked his watch. Crap it was 11:30. He'd arranged to call Mrs Delaney three hours earlier about arranging to shift in and to take her out for coffee.

He called, apologizing. Beverley sounded very prim and cool.

"Did Erica stay the night with you?"

"Yes."

"Well at least you are honest and that suggests to me Erica will have primed you for your mission."

"Err, yes."

They arranged to meet for late afternoon coffee.

* * *

The following day, Larry left the hotel after paying a $500 in compensation in breach of contract by seeking earlier termination. He was pleased because initially the day manager had insisted on a penalty payment of $1500 but Larry had growled aggressively that the room was now available to be re-let.

Beverley took him to one of the guest rooms.

"Where's Geneva?"

"Sulking behind that connecting door."

"Ooh, a connecting door?" Larry said, with Beverley signalling him to speak louder.

"Don't get your hopes up buster, she has the key on her side."

"I was only joking. I'm not attracted to that cold bitch."

At that point. the ad-libbing left the tracks. Beverley whacked Larry across the face.

"Jesus, why did you hit me like that?"

"Because you referred to my granddaughter as a bitch, that's why," Beverley fumed.

They heard laughter in the next room.

Larry grinned and Beverley, looking dismayed at the red mark across Larry's cheek hugged him and said she was sorry and that from now he should call her Beverley.

"As soon as you settle, come out for coffee."

Larry unpacked his two soft bags and then gently tried the connecting door.

"It's locked," Geneva called, giggling like a schoolgirl.

He pulled his hand away as if the brass doorknob had been electrified.

Larry left the room sullenly and was almost to the door at the end of the passage when Geneva called, "Wait up" and skipped up. Yes, she skipped.

"Show me your face."

Larry turned a cheek.

"Omigod, Gran really whacked you," she laughed.

"Bitch," Larry hissed and taking him by the arm Geneva laughed and said careful she'd tell Gran he was using that name again.

Larry felt pressure on his arm and that reminded him Geneva appeared to have great tits and she was pressing his arm into one of them. His sullenness evaporated instantly.

"Actually, right now you appear warm and nice, nothing like a cantankerous young bitch."

"Oh, thanks you half-charming man. Have you been hired to attempt to renew my interest in male company?"

Larry stopped abruptly and the momentum caused Geneva to swing, their enjoined arms acting like a hinge. Now both boobs were pushed squarely into his chest.

"Yes," he croaked.

"Thanks for being honest," she said, kissing the mark on his face. "I felt I was being set up."

"Let me go. I'll pack my bags and leave."

Geneva grabbed his other arm and slammed her groin into his.

"Oh, no way buddy. You're staying here to complete your mission. This will be really great fun. You have no idea how bored I've been attempting to deal with my grief."

"I know, the situation must have been devastating for you."

Geneva stroked his reddened cheek.

"You really have no idea but thanks for being sympathetic. Please keep up this pretence."

"Okay but I have to continue to being a little nasty to you."

"Oh, but I love that. Everyone else is being so nice it has become sickening."

"Um, will we have sex?"

Geneva just smiled at him and disengaged her arm and opened the door.

That indicated that she was just a tease or her angst remained.

* * *

Two weeks went by and at breakfast on Sunday, a slightly smiling Geneva announced, "I'm feeling my spirit has lifted a bit. Let's take the launch out on the lake. It's a beautiful day."

Charles and Beverley exchanged glances and Beverley said, "What a wonderful idea. The men can deal with the boat and serve lunch, allowing us ladies to relax."

"I have no wish to be confined on a small boat," Larry said, keeping up the pretense of animosity.

"Who are you afraid of sweetie?"

The three of them looked at Geneva, mouths dropped.

Larry said weakly, "Um, no one."

Geneva said, "The only thing round here that is small is your... oh whoops, is your brain."

"Are you feeling okay dear?" asked her grandmother.

"Yes, I'm fine. You may have to keep Larry on a leash because I feel like wearing a bikini and might sunbath with it off."

"Larry?"

"It will be okay Beverley. There's nothing about Geneva that really interests me. Oh correction. It's lovely to see her riding on this little lift in spirit. She sounds almost human."

"Up your butt sailor," Geneva said, poking out her tongue at him.

"Charles, see if you can find two leashes for the dogs and you Geneva and Larry take a big basket and go to the deli and select our food for this outing. I'll pack the wine."

Geneva drove with the expertise any confident woman.

She said, "I thought it was time to display I was coming right. Actually, you are responsible for bringing me out of my shell. Surprisingly, this deception you guys plotted has actually worked. I did have my tail between my legs for those three months."

"Well I guess the timing is good and you had just the right touch, not overplaying it too much."

Geneva laughed and said thanks. "So, there's nothing about me that interests you?"

Larry decided not to parry. "You must be aware all women have two bumps on the chest, and ass and two crevices."

"Two? Oh, are you anally inclined?"

"I'm not compulsive about it."

Geneva swallowed and the vehicle's electronics corrected back to straight-line momentum from the driver-induced sway.

"I have often wondered what backdoor would be like. As to your comment about two bumps and two holes, my legs are also a feature and then there's looks, skin toning, body shape and..."

"Yeah agreed, and the packages vary considerably. I look forward to seeing your cunt."

"Omigod."

The vehicle swayed heavily.

The 'small' launch was actually a 58-footer with controls at the front of the saloon deck as well as on the fly bridge. She was named Anna 2 after Geneva's late mom. Beverley had called the marina and an attendant already had the diesels engine warming up.

Larry looked at her from the distance and said a Perlin-design 58-footer and obviously sounded diesel.