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Charlie's Law

Date: 6/16/2016, Categories: Seduction, Author: henrygatewood, Rating: 14, Source: LushStories

size me up somehow. Her face was as beautiful as her figure. Her eyes, again, pulled me in. “Yes,” she said at last. “Thank you.” Her voice was precise and refined, very English but with the merest hint of something more exotic. She looked only a couple of years older than me - mid thirties, perhaps. I lit her cigarette, then pulled out my own pack and lit another one for myself. The woman’s eyes did not leave mine. We both inhaled for a moment in silence, looking at each other. “Charlotte Christchurch,” she said, holding out a hand. “You can call me Charlie.” “Delighted,” I said, taking the hand and kissing it softly. Her name seemed appropriate somehow, but for a time I was unable to place why. “Daniel Randall, but please call me Danny.” “Well Danny,” she said. “If I may be so bold, you don’t look like you’re having the time of your life up there at the piano.” “I’m not,” I said with a shrug. “But a gig’s a gig.” She nodded. We inhaled, exhaled. The smoke twisted around us, close in the cool, sharp air. “If I may reciprocate your boldness,” I said, “you don’t look like you’re having the best evening yourself.” Her face hardened, and I wondered if the apparent familiarity had only been in my head. Perhaps the camaraderie of cigarette smokers did not cross class boundaries after all. “No,” she said. “You’re quite right about that.” She took a few more drags on her cigarette, in a silence I wisely thought better of trying to fill. “My husband,” she almost spat, “is a ... cheating bastard.” “Oh,” I said, not really sure what else to say. “I’m sorry.” “Why?” she asked sardonically. “Is he fucking you as well?” “No, I... I just meant...” I stammered. “I know what you meant,” she said, her face and tone softening a little. “I didn’t mean to be so sharp. I’m sorry.” “No, no,” I said. “I’m sure it must be... difficult.” “You have a gift for understatement,” she said with a humourless laugh. “How did you find out? Did he tell you?” “No,” she said, shaking her head with a sad smile. “He doesn’t know that I know. Not yet. There were signs for a long time, but I ignored them at first. Mystery phone calls, late nights at the office, sudden business trips. I thought about reading his e-mails, but in the end I didn’t have to stoop so low.” She took another drag on the cigarette, blowing the smoke out with a sigh. “He came back from a trip and left his suitcase open in the study,” she went on. “There was a pair of knickers wrapped round a memory stick - right on the top, like he hadn’t even tried to hide them. The knickers were two sizes too small and several degrees too slutty to have been mine, and on the stick I found a video of him sticking his weasely little prick up his secretary’s arse.” My mouth made an ‘O’ shape, but I didn’t say anything. “And then tonight,” she went on, her eyes glistening and her voice cracking slightly. “Tonight of all nights he suddenly has to rush back to the office to deal with something important .” Her mouth twisted in a sneer ...