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Tricksy

Three Liaisons and a Proposal

By K.D.McVey 🌹Published 5 years ago • 6 min read
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A month after Kat returned to Germany, Kathy became severely depressed. She had lost her best friend, the only person in the world who understood and accepted her for who she was. The flat felt like a very lonely place now without her regularly dropping by for a cup of coffee and a chat. She felt that she would like to go back to the Misfits club—a place where she felt completely at home—but she did not know anyone who she thought might be ready for such an experience. Certainly, none of her friends seemed to fit the bill and, for a while, she simply did not know how she could find another friend as open-minded and liberated as Kat.

As it often happened, the answer came while she was soaking in the bath. As soon as it occurred to her, she jumped out of the bath and ran into the bedroom, searching for her small, black, clutch bag. Eventually, she found it and—yes—there inside was the business card of Thomas Strong. She had never looked at it following the night he took her and Kat to the club. But now, it struck her that a complete stranger might be the answer. After all, he had "offered her a lift" had he not?

"But it was probably a euphemism," she said, talking to herself. "He really wants to take me out."

She often said that it was okay to talk to yourself, especially when she was delivering personal development training at work and she would justify the habit to attendees, saying that, after all, they couldn’t lock you up for it.

"Who am I kidding?" she thought. "Here is this rich and very eligible, presumed bachelor with his own flat in London, wearing nice clothes and driving a posh car. Why would he be interested in me?" her one-way conversation continued.

She stared at the card for a while, dripping water on the cream-coloured bedroom carpet.

"He probably just wants to shag me!"

However, the more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that he could be the answer she was seeking. He could take her to the club and they could both, effectively, go their separate ways and do their own thing, once inside. He had promised her a lift, after all; what would be so wrong with asking him to take her to the club?

There was nothing to lose, she reasoned. It was only a phone call and, if he didn’t like the idea, she would just throw his card in the bin and forget about him. Before there was time to think through all of the possibilities, she dialled the number. But he was not there and she got connected to his voice mail.

“This is Tom Strong. Thanks for calling—please leave a message. Bleep!”

She put the phone down.

Going back to the bathroom, she slowly dried her body and wrapped a towel around her hair, all the time thinking about how stupid was her idea. She got dressed, donning the black jeans and Goth T shirt that was becoming something of a uniform for her, and was drying her hair when the phone rang.

Aware of her heart now pounding in her chest, she rushed to the phone.

“Hi, Kathy.”

"Oh my giddy aunt," she thought. "It’s him! What now? Breathe, breathe, breathe," she said, inside her head, trying hard to stop herself from panicking.

“Oh Tom, thanks for calling back,” she eventually managed.

“You didn’t leave a message but, anyway, I used the auto-call back thing. I’m glad you called. Thing is, I was a bit tongue-tied when I dropped you off at the club and I really didn’t know what to say—I think I said something about giving you a lift, anytime—stupid really. I am not usually quite that inarticulate.”

"Think, think, think," she thought and then, addressing him, said, “Well, it turns out that I will be back in London next week and I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind—terribly—giving me a lift. Sorry, that sounds a bit disjointed, doesn’t it? I mean that I want to go to the club again and…”

“You want me to give you a lift there?” he interrupted.

“Well… yes and I was wondering if you might like to come into the club with me,” she spluttered.

“That would be really nice; I would like that. I would like that very much. Where will you be staying; at The Dorchester again?” he asked.

“Erm… probably not this time. I was thinking that I would stay somewhere more… modest,” she answered.

“Why don’t you stay at my place?” he suggested.

"He definitely wants to shag me!" she thought.

“Okay, but on one condition… no funny business!”

It’s what Kat would have said, of course, and the words had left her mouth before she fully thought it through.

“Of course! There’s no problem at all and you can sleep in the guest room; the bed’s all made up,” he jabbered.

Her thoughts were beginning to race. She didn’t know this person from Adam. She didn’t know anything about him at all; he could be an axe murderer for all she knew or—worse—he could even be married.

“Tom,” she heard herself saying, “you’re not an axe murderer are you?”

The sound of laughter on the line caused her to relax and she plucked up the courage to ask, “Tom, are you married?”

There was a slight pause before he spoke.

“Yes…”

“I knew it!”

“Well… erm… what I mean is…”

“You just want to shag me don’t you?” she interrupted.

He was on the back foot.

“No… well… of course… No, what I mean is: I am separated. Technically married—yes—but it’s all over; there is no one else. Please believe me! You seemed, to me, to be just the kind of girl I have always wanted to be with. You’re pretty, you’re smart, and I really like you,” he eventually blurted out.

“And you don’t want to shag me?”

“I want to get to know you better,” he said, speaking much more calmly now.

“But you might not like me when you get to know me,” she teased.

There was the hint of a sigh and then he spoke.

“That’s one of those things you have to accept in life; that’s just how it works. You might not like me either.”

“Okay… and you’re sure you are not an axe murderer?”

WARNING: Kathy McVey likes to write erotic fiction for women who enjoy reading well-written stories that include adult content. This novel contains sexually explicit content (straight sex but including some light elements of BDSM, such as spanking, binding and handcuffing) that is guaranteed to make your heart pound.

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