The Pleasure Fixer
by Candy Bagham

Abi loved her job. She remembered and relished every twist and turn of fate that had brought her to a career any twenty-three year old would die for.

To have some of the world’s richest and most famous celebs relying on her, to ensure they could relax and unwind, was a very heady experience but, doubly gifted with charm and insight, it had only taken a couple of small triumphs to instil her with the confidence to take on the world.

She’d lived with Aunt Jessie since Mum had died, and Dad had fucked off to Australia with that slapper from the Royal Oak. Aunt Jessie was a gem; she endured constant pain from a gymnastics accident in her late teens but, despite it, took Abi everywhere she’d wanted to go. With her imagination perpetually stimulated by an endless appetite for the playgrounds of the rich, Abi knew she must have been a nightmare. Her butterfly mind had taken them to see to see fashion shows, weird art exhibitions, all the latest films and by the time Abi was fourteen Jessie had been to more gigs than the average rock journalist.

The part-time job at the hairdressers, run by Jessie’s best mate Karen, had helped to pay for her obsessions, but they were still heavily subsidised by wonderful Aunt Jessie, and Abi was going to pay her back bigtime! In fact it was Karen who had added the final ingredient to Abi’s encyclopaedic knowledge of all things celeb. Totally addicted to the gossip mags, she regurgitated every detail as she cut and coloured. No pop star could get engaged, or footballer get caught shagging his girlfriend’s sister, without Karen knowing every tiny snippet. She knew how many times they’d been in rehab and whether they smoked or ate after sex.

At sixteen any idea of tertiary education was shot to pieces by the bizarre combination of ‘A’ grades in Maths and Art, along with ‘Failed’ in all other subjects. This recipe offered no obvious job opportunities, and she certainly wasn’t going back to school for retakes. She’d hated it! The bores, the bullies, the fashion victims and the nerds – and teachers who symbolised failure with their lack of fervour or ambition, collectively they offered all the inspiration of a house brick. No! She wanted to go and meet the world head on, whether it be sink or swim, but instinctively she knew she was a strong swimmer.

Sure enough it wasn’t long before opportunity tapped her on the shoulder. The job at the events company had been an amazing stroke of luck. By schmoozing one of the road crew, she’d managed to blag her way into the after-show party at the ‘Crawling Ants’ gig and ended up talking to one of the girls who did catering for bands. After a couple of JD & Cokes, and an offer of some ‘E’, Abi realised she was being chatted up. It gave her a real rush, like waiting on a ledge to do a bungee jump. ‘Why not? she thought. ‘Go with the flow, girl. Live a little!’ The lights were wild and the pounding beat of non-stop music fired her up, so when Gina dragged her off into a corner, and pressed her mouth over Abi’s, she found herself loved-up and responding willingly. Gina grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the door, she held back for a moment but as soon as she saw the look of eagerness on her new friend’s face, she knew she’d be going.

The cabbie nearly drove off the road trying to watch them snogging passionately in his mirror, and the appreciative groan that had escaped her throat, as her seducer’s wandering hands found a nipple, didn’t help his concentration either! Gina directed him to a street in Tooting with terraced houses on one side and a railway line running along the other.

“Whada we owe you mister?”

“Thirty-one fifty, darlin’.”

“What!” the girls chorused.

“After twelve innit!”

Gina rummaged in her bag for a moment “Sorry mate, seem to have come out without any money. Take an IOU?”

“Very funny. No dough then I’m calling the law. I’ve had enough rip-offs.”

“No need to get nasty. How about we work it off?” she winked at Abi “How about a blowjob – from both of us. Bet you’ve never had that before. Here look at this.”

She wrenched Abi’s T-shirt up to her neck, cupping one breast and stroking it invitingly. A mixture of shock and excitement flew through Abi’s mind and body. She leant into Gina smiling at the cabbie who had revolved in his seat.

“You serious?”

“It’ll be the best night you’ve ever had in this old banger. Come back here, there’s more room.”

He scrambled into the rear and slid down into the seat as Gina pushed him back. Committed to her fate, Abi began undoing his belt as Gina slid down the zip and rummaged in his pants, coming up with quite a respectable erection.

“Ooh, what a big boy!” she crooned “Think he needs a bit more air around him, up with your bum!”

He raised himself, allowing her to slide trousers and pants past his knees.

She winked at Abi again, who was fiddling with shirt buttons, trying to avoid being captured in a clinch. “Think we ought to rubber him up, darling, don’t you?” Abi nodded weakly. “Give us a hand then.” Her hands dived into her bag and, as soon as Abi had leant away from the rampant cabbie, she produced her mobile.

“Smile please!”

She shot two quick snaps.

“Oy, what you doin’?”

“Think the law’d like to see these, you wanker? Come on.” she said, grabbing Abi’s hand once more.

They ran to a footbridge over the railway cracking up with laughter and stumbled to the other side.

“He’ll never get round here before we’re gone. Did you see the look on his face! What a toss-pot!”

Gina was a wonderful lover, and totally over the moon when she discovered she was initiating Abi into sapphic pleasures. She delighted in her ability to arouse. Greedy and giving at the same time, her fingers and tongue explored every centimetre of skin, every follicle and every orifice. She quickly extracted two mind-blowing orgasms from her apprentice. Now it was her turn! Clasping Abi to her breasts, she implored her to bite gently while she took two of Abi’s fingers and inserted them deeply into her sopping cunt, writhing until she came with deep moans of intense pleasure. Abi kissed her passionately, her tongue probing, snaking round that of her lover. Then Gina held her face, looking deep into her eyes, before pushing her gently south.

“Now eat me. Taste what you’ve done. Use your fingers and your tongue, I want to come again.”

The seductress slumped back on the bed, sensuously stretching her sinuous dusky limbs to the four corners. A little shiver of rebellion shot through Abi, inspiring her to take her time and savour this new experience. Taking charge, she slipped a pillow under Gina’s bum, presenting her mons for the final sacrifice, then slithered to the foot of the bed. Nestling against a foot, her lips unhurriedly slid over the nearest big toe – a shudder of pleasure went through the other girl, and her fists balled as she grabbed two handfuls of sheet. Abi let her tongue find its way between each toe, running scratchy nails down the sole of her victims foot, while her other hand gently massaged up the calf, finally tickling softly behind the knee. At precisely the right moment she stopped, reaching out to take an ankle in each hand, she forced the long legs a little wider apart – just to state her dominance.

Her interest turned to the other foot where she began repeating the little tortures of ecstasy. Now she began to lick her way lazily upwards, from ankle to thigh, first outside then inside, until her face hovered close to Gina’s pussy. It gaped a little because of being thrust aloft by the pillow and Abi could see droplets of come sparkling in the fine hairs around the lips – without touching it she returned to her task. The subtle team of tongue and nails trailed inexorably upwards, lingering on a flattened breast, eventually finding a dark nipple to tease. Groans of suppressed excitement escaped Gina’s clenched teeth as the teasing flickers arrived in her armpit. A kiss brushed her lips, and her eyelids were licked softly, before Abi shifted her weight and began a downward journey on the other side. Gina whimpered, stretching out impatiently for her lover, only to find her arms pressed back into their submissive posture, pointing to the corners of the bed.

“Don’t move.” whispered Abi commandingly and, finding her discarded T-shirt, twisted it into a blindfold. Collecting the stranger’s flimsy knickers which lay by the pillow, she wiped them between the lips of her still soaking cunt, then did the same to Gina before pushing them slowly into her mouth.

“You were very noisy before – we can’t have you disturbing the neighbours now can we! You can enjoy our tastes while I enjoy yours.”

Enough talk! She nibbled her way to the proffered breast, her nails stroking downwards until her fingers could mingle inquisitively among Gina’s sparse pubes. Sucking hard on the pert rubbery nipple, she finished with a sharp little awakener before moving to kneel once more between her victims thighs. Here she revelled in the beauty spread-eagled in front of her, marvelling at everything that had happened that night. She relived her own orgasms, and remembered the way Gina’s cunt had squeezed her fingers before soaking them, these memories heightened the awareness of what she was about to do as her mouth slowly approached her first pussy.

Resting on her elbows, a few inches from her target, she ran the tip of a finger down the lips, instantly feeling the heat. With both hands she gently peeled back the labia, savouring the rich scent escaping from within as she examined the pink entrance. Her thumbs slid upwards, pressing out as they went, until she could see the exposed tip of the shy clitoris, peeking out vulnerably from underneath its hood. Somehow she knew exactly what to do! She sunk onto the nest of nerve endings and flicked rapidly – a muffled squeal of delight came from above.

Rejoicing in a wonderful sensation of power, Abi released the lips with her thumbs and ran her tongue up and down, parting them once more as the cunning muscle probed. She eased a finger gradually inside before drawing it back and rubbing gently around the oily ridges of Gina’s g-spot, her insatiable tongue returned to rasp all over the rock hard clitoris. Approaching climax, Gina’s hands flew to her sides, clenching and unclenching as she thrust up her hips to grind against Abi’s mouth.

Abi stopped everything. “Put your arms back where they were.” came the firm command.

A groan of frustration rose from behind the soaking knickers as Gina was denied the completion she craved – but she complied immediately. This reaction fuelled the sense of control growing so deliciously inside Abi, and she cruelly determined to take the desperately submissive girl right to the edge – at least twice more – before allowing her to spill over the top!

In the morning, no longer a virgin, Abi found herself gently stroking her still sleeping lover, taking in her willowy form and the perfection of her classically beautiful Indian features.

“Mmmn! How’re you feeling?” murmured Gina, eyes still closed.

“Still excited at meeting my first lesbian.”

Gina chuckled impishly “Sorry to disappoint, but I’m no lesbian. I like a bit of cock as much as the next girl – but you were irresistible!” She opened her eyes and kissed Abi gently.

“It’s Sunday!” she announced with a grin “We’ve got all day to play.”

“You taste and smell different from me, sort of musky, it’s sensational!”

“That’s cos I’m black. Didn’t you know.”

“No but I’m glad I do now!” laughed Abi “Anyway you’re Indian. I wish I was like you.”

“What, black?”

“No. Your body. It’s fantastic! I’m fed up with being fat and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“You’re not fat, for God’s sake, girl. Biggish yes, but you look amazing! Pretty face and wonderful big, firm tits and bum. Look at your waist for fuck’s sake – no one could call you fat!”

Abi gave a wry laugh “They did at school, believe me!”

“School! Well fuck ’em ! Fuck ’em all! Look at you now! Who could resist you!” and with that she bent down and sucked a nipple hard into her mouth.

This time they took their time with their lovemaking and when Gina had got Abi’s juices flowing liberally, she leant over to a drawer and produced a pink vibrator circled with white beads under a transparent latex covering and a little extension near the base. Gina moved down to lie between Abi’s legs, making her pull her knees up for total exposure. She rubbed the head of the dildo against the folds of skin before easing it forward. It slipped in effortlessly, and the whole thing was soon buried to the hilt.

“You got one of these?”

“No.” came the slightly shy reply.

“Oh good!” laughed Gina “Then you’ve got some nice surprises to come.”

Abi heard the sound of an electric motor and suddenly the prick began to gyrate inside her. “Oooo!” was all she could offer. The tone changed and she became aware of the beads along the side of the shaft moving – Gina made sure they pressed firmly against her g-spot before carefully positioning the flexible tip of the rubbery extension against her prominent clit, and suddenly brought that to life too.

Each sensation on its own would have been enough to bring her to orgasm, but Gina’s skilful variations meant that, as soon as one part of her pussy was ready to come, then she moved elsewhere. It went on and on and, just as Abi thought there was nothing more to come, she felt the moistened tip of her lover’s finger scratching gently at the outside of her anus. It built up lubrication as juices dripped from her cunt, and soon slipped further inside. At last Gina pushed the dildo home, the shaft writhed, the beads revolved and the vibrating tip lay perfectly against her clit. The most enormous orgasm explode throughout her body. She screwed her eyes tight shut, as flashes of colour went off inside her head and her ears rang with the blood pumping through her brain. She was conscious of the delicious sensation of Gina’s finger worming its way steadily in and out of her arsehole as the seemingly endless intensity overwhelmed her.

The girls formed a deep and lasting friendship, they went out pubbing and clubbing, sometimes going home together, sometimes alone, and sometimes with a man. From time to time they’d spend a whole weekend at Gina’s flat just chilling. Usually treating themselves to champagne or at least a decent wine. One of them would cook, they would massage each other, and the sex was amazing. An impressive collection of toys filled the drawer as their lively imaginations invented role-play games, occasionally with a bit of S&M. They’d tried it both ways, but by mutual consent it was Abi who tended to take the dominant role, she was more ingenious – and definitely slightly crueller. Twice now they’d shared a man, and Abi quickly realised how easy it was to manipulate the male ego into performing whatever she desired for herself or Gina.

As she had since her youth, Abi gravitated towards the celeb hotspots, now often taking Gina with her, and it was partially because of this that Alan, Gina’s boss, had asked her along to help entertain a big talent agent, who might just offer Alan a run of gigs to cater. He knew the two hip girls looked good, and would be at home in a top club environment, so it was dinner at the new Quaglino’s and on to Tramp.

‘Biggy’ Bardino was the American boss of the agency and he’d brought Peter Lipton, head of their London office, with him for the evening – a promising start for Alan! Abi found herself being monopolised by Biggy and, although he was obviously a shrewd hard-headed bastard, she couldn’t help liking him. He was fifty eight, overweight with receding grey hair, but witty and charming – in fact very good company. He enjoyed that ability which some Americans seem to possess of being direct to the point of rudeness, but somehow able to get you to reveal confidences.

“So whaddya wanna do girl? I mean really wanna do!”

Abi told him her dream. “I want to be a ‘Fixer’. Specifically a Pleasure Fixer.”

“You mean like a Hooker or a Madame? Hell that ain’t so hard. Not much of an ambition though.”

“Nothing like that. I’ve watched the rich and famous from all over the world totally unable to enjoy themselves. They’re at the mercy of their fame – either the paparazzi, or some jerk demanding an autograph, hit on them wherever they go. Mostly they can’t enjoy even the simplest pleasures without an army of bodyguards or a faceful of photoflash. I would be the Manager of their discretion.”

“And what makes you think anyone would buy this? I don’t think you understand quite how vain some of these guys are.”

“Oh I know there’s plenty who need the buzz of recognition. Despite their tantrums they’d collapse if they weren’t in the news. But that would help me you see – ’cos they wouldn’t be my clients.”

“Ok, so Brad and Angelina want to go see The Stones – but they want to be in the crowd, not in the spotlight, and have an intimate meal out after. Over to you.”

“Not too tough. Look-alikes, a little make-up and a little research.”

“Ok Buffy – don’t mind if I call you Buffy do you? Look just like her, a little bigger of course, but then that just makes you more beautiful.”

Abi glowed at the compliment, even blushing a little, somehow it didn’t seem corny because of the warmth in his voice.

“Ok Buffy, so give! How do you perform this miracle?”

“Well first they get tickets for the Royal Box, Restricted Area or whatever. Before the gig they go to a reception held in a private suite. Press are excluded. Then the switch happens. The look-alikes are hustled out into the waiting limo. Brad and Angelina are left behind getting a light make-up job, maybe a wash-out tint, glasses and a tash.”

“And the same for Brad?”

“Very funny. Then they join a select little group of me and a few anonymous, definitely non-famous, friends and we all head for the gig like anyone else. My researchers will have told me what other celebs are at the gig, and we make sure the paparazzi know all about them, just to help keep them busy. Maybe even buy tickets for the latest B-listers who are causing a scandal. So – concert over, we grab a couple of minicabs and head off to the most fabulous little Italian restaurant I know, which hasn’t been discovered yet by the rest of the world, and they get a table to themselves, a great candlelit dinner, a bottle of Chianti – and peace!”

The first job she got from Biggy was to fix up the latest James Bond with a tennis partner he couldn’t thrash, and without a crowd of onlookers to spoil his game, this guy was a tennis obsessive! He gave her an unlimited budget, so when she found out that Rafa Nadal loved scuba diving and all water sports, and that Richard Branson’s island was available, it was a cinch. She was cunningly choosy about the assignments she accepted, always being sure she could deliver, and not afraid to say no. Failure was not an option in this game.

Some months later, with her clientele growing and some big names using her number, Abi was sitting in her discreet little office above the hubbub of Oxford Street, making plans and contacts, when the phone rang.

“Hey, Buffy! Howya doin beautiful?”

“Good thanks, Biggy.” replied Abi with genuine affection “How about you?”

“I’m great kid – but rushing as always. Listen, I’ve got Christian Warden in London, and I’ve told him all about you, he wants a meet to talk about some stuff. Can do?”

“Of course, my pleasure! He’s about the hunkiest bunch of hormones on screen! Where is he?”

“Being chased down at the Ritz.”

“Don’t worry I’ll fix him an apartment in Chelsea where they’ll never find him. Give me a number.”

Christian Warden – wow! She put the phone down and picked it up again straightaway.

“Gina, put your glad rags on. Have I got a treat for you! I’ll pick you up at eight.”

She eased the slightly milky silk stocking up her leg, and fastened it to a suspender clip dangling from the hand-made duck-egg blue corset, trimmed with a deep midnight lace. She never seemed to get a perfect fit from sixteen or eighteen so mentally called herself a size seventeen, but tailoring had to be the answer when she wanted to look her best. For instance these perfectly cut directoire knickers, fitting snugly across her lower abdomen, and scraping excitingly across the little triangle of bristle kept neatly trimmed at the top of her pussy, before slightly biting into the crease below. This time it was her own pleasure she’d fix!

With help from staff, she’d smuggled him out of the Ritz. He’d loved the apartment, he’d loved the champagne, he’d loved the Vietnamese take-away, and Gina had brought some great music and a little coke. And yes – he really was adorably charming and impossibly handsome!

“So Biggy says there’s nothing you can’t do – well I’ve got a bit of a list, maybe we could start to go through it?”

“Christian, I’ve never said this to a client before, but do you mind if we leave that ’til the morning.”

“No problem. So what would you like to do tonight?”

Abi came up to him and placed one hand confidentially over his. “Well I need some really good sex – and so does Gina.”

They stood up and began to strip. “Maybe we can put on a little private cabaret for you.”

Twenty minutes later Gina was leant over the back of a chair, naked except for a thin gold slave chain round her waist. Abi stood in her glorious underwear, the belt from Christian’s trousers dangling from her hand as the crack of her last stroke died away – she turned from Gina’s rosily striped cheeks towards the bedroom.

“Follow me, slut!”

Gina rose and crossed the room submissively. As she went past Christian she reached down for the powerful erection he’d been stroking, and brought him with her. She whispered in his ear, slipping something into his hand.

Abi lay naked on the bed as the other two approached. Gina slithered down so they faced each other and kissed her friend tenderly.

“That hurt, you know.”

“Good. It’s what you wanted.”

Gina’s arms encircled her lover and smiled with anticipation as her leg hooked over Abi’s and brought it forward – the movement exposed all of Abi’s secrets.

Abi glimpsed the powerful figure of the unbelievably sexy film star lubricating his thick cock with the gel that Gina had passed to him.

“Mmmn. Thank you. I’ll suck him hard again for you afterwards.”

“I’ve told him you need it deep and strong.”

“Mmmn,” gurgled Abi again with a shiver.

“In the arse,” added Gina tightening her grip so there was no escape.

Abi loved her job!