jtd@dec.uk.net

I was in my second month of selling new build properties for Badger Homes and my sales portfolio was gradually increasing as I learned a few more ‘tricks of the trade!’ It was fun when I was busy but usually I had to occupy myself for many hours during the day, mostly reading and watching what was happening outside on the development site through my window.

I was the sales executive for a private close of 12, five-bed luxury houses, which were proving hard to sell at that time. To be true they were slightly over priced but you did get a lot of house for the asking price. They were a quality build and looked expensive, appealing to mainly to stockbroker types and footballers’ wives!

During one of my many inactive moments I watched a brand new Mercedes sports sweep into the close and park outside the show house. A tall, blonde, attractive lady got out of the car and walked straight towards my front door. She saw me looking so I tactfully withdrew and met her at the front door rather than stare further at her. As I opened the door I smelt her fresh perfume, tangy, expensive and tasteful and meet her crystal blue eyes that transfixed me.

"Hello, I’m Tim Smyth and welcome to Alderney Close. Please come in!"

She smiled and shook my hand and entered the show house saying nothing. I showed her into the spacious hallway and waited a few seconds for her to take in the dimensions before starting my sales patter.

"Very nice love, very nice," she said feeling the wooden panelling. "A quality finish mate. I like a nice bit of quality myself!"

I acknowledged her comments and duly agreed. I showed her into the sales suite, which was the study facing the front and offered her a chair. I started my usual open-ended questions to discover what she was looking for.

"Can I please take a few details from you, please madam?"

"Sure, love." She smiled at me again and flashed her eyes.

"Your name, please?"

"Ms Zara Tomkins."

"Address?"

"Flat 4, Belvedere Road, Surbiton, Surrey, KT6 7XX"

"Can you please tell me what you are looking for in your new property?"

She paused to think for a moment, casually looking out of the window seeking inspiration and then answered,

"Well I’m looking for a 5 bed house with plenty of parking. Not fussed about a large garden or what the kitchen looks like coz I never cook."

"How many bathrooms?"

"Two at least with a sauna room and Jacuzzi."

"Ok, let me find the right house for you."

I pulled out the plans and showed her the most expensive plot, number 12 at the end of the close. It had the best location and parking for at least five cars in the sweeping driveway. It had three bathrooms and a sauna and Jacuzzi. The reception rooms faced south and there was a heated pool attached to the house. It was a little small but served a purpose.

"Plot 12 was designed to be the original show house and to help Badger Homes win the 2005 Design Award. You get a lot for your money, Ms Tomkins."

"Please call me Zara."

"Ok, Zara."

"How much, love?"

"£1.25 million." I watched for a reaction.

"Oh. Ok. Can I see it?" She didn’t bat an eyelid. Zara was either loaded or good at hiding her feelings and emotions.

"Of course let me fetch the keys and I shall take you there straight away." I bent over to get the keys out of the bottom drawer and I felt her looking at my backside. It didn’t worry me as I was secretly enjoying the compliment. We left the show house and walked up the close past the other ten, palatial properties.

We spent a total of an hour looking around plot 12. Ms Tomkins examined each room methodically and looked out of each window in turn checking for the view. She opened all cupboards and even climbed into the loft space, whereby I glimpsed more of her legs and warmer places as she climbed! I couldn’t help but look!

When we returned to the show house she paid a deposit after negotiating a good deal and gave me her solicitor’s details. It would be a cash purchase and she had no need for a mortgage. She indicated she was a businesswoman and she clearly was doing well in her field by the look of her designer clothes and fast car. I was growing very fond of Zara and was looking forward to doing business with her.

Just before she left she asked some questions,

"When can I move in? I would like to as soon as possible, love."

I explained that we could exchange and complete on the same day and it usually took 28 days. She seemed happy with this. Her final question was,

"Could I have tinted glass put into the bedrooms?"

"I don’t see that as being a problem. I will ring the design department and action it. Any particular shade?"

"Not fussed really just as long as the neighbours can’t see into my bedrooms."

"As you wish, Zara. Leave it with me."

"Thank you, Tim. You have been so patient. You must come to one of my house warmings my darling!"

Jokingly I agreed and she left leaving her scent in my office for me to savour until home time. I hoped it would fade before my wife smelt it.

The sale went well and was processed within the 28 days as promised. A fleet of removal lorries arrived and unloaded some fine furniture, mostly modern designer stuff. It was fascinating to see so much activity going on in the close.

For the next few days various commercial vans arrived to complete different installations. The first to arrive was J.M. Darnley Gym Suppliers followed by Hampshire Leather Design. Others followed and it seemed that no expense was being spared to furnish her new home.

I wondered who was going to live with her. I didn’t have to wait long until I was introduced to Maria, the housekeeper and cook. She was short and spherical and wore a traditional maid’s outfit. Maria had a fresh, almost mischievous face and a charming Italian accent. Apparently she was an amazing cook and I would soon be tasting some of her cooking as the house warming party was the following Friday. I was looking forward to this.

The following Wednesday and Thursday saw intensive action at No 12. Vans came and went, lighting was installed in the garden and around the external edges of the house and a sound system installed.

The day finally arrived and I could contain my self no longer. I watched many big limousines sweep up Alderney Close towards No 12 and some beautiful, finely dressed men and women emerged and entered the house as I locked the show house and straightened my tie!

As I walked up the close past the other completed houses I saw a young woman under her white BMW convertible trying to perform some sort of repair. She was so well endowed that she couldn’t fit properly underneath the car. I called out to her,

"Hi, are you ok? Need any help there?"

She slid out from underneath the car and got to her feet. Her short skirt had moved itself up her torso and she was displaying some very expensive underwear and a very flat stomach. I noticed her belly button was pierced as well.

"No thanks. Pretty much done now but thanks for offering. I’m Jane Armond." She offered her hand.

"I’m Tim Smyth. Are you going to Zara’s party?" I asked.

"Yes, it should be a good bash!"

"Zara always has good parties. She is the talk of the town!" she replied.

We walked up to the front door and it opened as soon as we rang the bell. Maria was standing there wearing her best, white outfit and she showed us into the drawing room. I was taken aback by the transformation of the room. It was incredible. Statues, leather furniture, plasma screen and other expensive items of designer furniture we carefully distributed throughout the large room. It was clear that Zara had impeccable taste and style. No expense had been spared.

"Jane, darling!" Zara kissed her friend and then turned her attention to me. "I see you have met my wonderful salesman, Tim. Yes, I think you two will get on just fine. Have some fun, why not!"

I blushed and Jane laughed. We got some drinks and went into the conservatory where some of the guests were swimming. Others were dancing in the library. Everyone seemed to be having a wonderful time and the champagne started to take effect. I felt very mellow and relaxed.

Jane suggested we had a sauna together. I tried to make the excuse that I didn’t have a swimming costume or towel. She passed me some trunks from a pile in the corner and a towel. Everything was so well organised. Zara certainly knew how to organise a good party – she was quite the hostess!

The sauna was lovely and we then moved into the steam room for a bit. We chatted about so many things and it was so refreshing to talk with an attractive and intelligent woman.

As we left the steam room Jane passed me a white bathrobe and led me to some stairs. I knew these were the back stairs to the bedrooms. She took me by the hand and indicated to me not to make a sound as we climbed. I sniggered like a schoolboy and followed her meekly into the fifth bedroom, one of the smallest ones at the back of the house. Beneath the party continued riotously as I followed her into the room. It was not what I was expecting. It was fully kitted out as a leather dungeon theme room. Manacles, whips, chains, leather bed, a hoist and sex toys filled the room. This was a sadist’s heaven! To be honest I had always been fascinated by this practice but had never been with a woman who would ever experiment.

"Do you want to play, Tim?" she asked.

I was about to offer some pathetic excuse when I decided that no one would ever find out.

"Sure. Where do you want me?"

"Climb into the hoist. I shall commence your pleasure there."

She put on a pair of leather gloves and started to rub them all over my body. I did not see her handcuff me or reach for the pleasure whip. Oh it was utter bliss I can tell you. Light corporal punishment doesn’t half get the blood rushing around and heightens the sensation of lovemaking. If you don’t believe me try it dear reader!

After the two-hour pleasure session finished we went downstairs and changed into our normal clothes. Zara was coming out of the conservatory and saw us.

"You guys having fun?"

"Yep, thanks. Lovely party Zara."

"I’m pleased you have tried out my theme room!"

I blushed again and Jane pinched my arse. We collected some drinks and went into the library for a dance.

I eventually got home gone midnight and my wife refused to speak to me. I didn’t mind, as I didn’t want her to get too close as she might see the marks of pleasure on my body!

Sadly at the end of two months I had sold the remaining properties in Alderney Close and was transferred to another site. As the new neighbours moved in they were greatly intrigued by the comings and goings at No 12. Usually there would be five cars parked in the drive and men would come and go in one-hour shifts. They just couldn’t work out what was going on. Rumours started about Zara Tomkins being a spy or running her own computer company from home. But I knew the truth. I had found out at that very first party and what a story it is.

Zara was a high-class prostitute now turned ‘madam.’ She looked after her girls and paid them well. She ensured they ate sensibly and exercised at least four times a week in her extensive gym. The girls could come and go as they pleased and Zara never forced them to meet particular clients. She was a caring ‘madam’ and well respected by her girls. Jane was actually one of her girls and Zara had paid her to pleasure me on the night of the party as the way of a ‘thank you.’ I was so touched by this and it made it easier for me to come to terms with me being unfaithful to my wife on that occasion. It wasn’t like Jane was my girlfriend or anything she was just a tart and a pretty good one at that. I was reconciled to this.

Just before I transferred to my next site I had supper with Zara at the house. This was when she explained everything to me and told me how she ran her business. It was clear to me how she could afford such a house and lifestyle, as she had some very wealthy clients and most became good friends. The gentlemen were so pleased with the quality of their service that they used to shower Zara with expensive gifts. Some she would keep but most were sold on or given to charity.

Sadly a few months later I heard that Zara was forced to shut down and sell up. The neighbours realised what she was up to when one of the husbands from the close went and had a session purely for research purposes. He wasn’t going to tell anyone but he was caught red-handed leaving under the cover of darkness by his wife as she walked the dog. The truth emerged and the authorities were duly alerted. Zara lost a little bit on the sale, as she had to sell quickly to release the equity to pay her girls their retainers until business resumed elsewhere.

After Alderney Close I moved to Chatham Court, a development of four bed apartments near the old docks. These were lovely apartments and the top penthouse had a lovely roof terrace over looking the River Medway and a separate entrance unseen by anyone. It was the type of apartment well suited to a secluded life.

It was a dull, Friday afternoon and a very familiar Mercedes sports swept into the car park. I watched Zara get out of her car and walk towards the sales suite. I met her like a long lost friend and we sat down to talk.

Zara was looking for more discrete premises and had heard that I was working at Chatham Court and wondered if I could help her. I explained what we had available and she wanted to see the penthouse. I gladly showed it to her knowing it would fulfil her needs admirably.

As we were closing the deal the area sales director turned up out of the blue just as I was showing Zara to her car. He went straight inside and checked the paperwork as I saw Zara off.

"It’s her!" he said discretely.

"What?"

"It’s her, you know."

"Sorry I don’t Jeff. What are you talking about?" I commented.

"It’s that high class tart from Alderney Close. You sold her No 12 remember?"

"No. That was a different woman."

"I don’t think so. Look, here’s her name, Zara Tomkins. It’s her alright!" He seemed proud about his discovery.

"So? I’ve just sold the penthouse flat to her. Any objections?"

"Well…"

"Do you want me to cancel the deal and lose you £975,500?" I called his bluff knowing he would never instruct me to cancel the deal.

"Er, no. But please tell her to be discrete. We cannot afford to be associated with such an operation," he instructed as he left the sales suite.

"Ok, Jeff. Bye."

I smiled to myself knowing fully well that the managing director of Badger Homes was a close friend and client of Zara’s. We would have a laugh over that at her forthcoming house / flat warming party. By my estimation it would be in six week’s time.

I made myself a cup of tea and wondered if Jane would be there. I could but only hope and dream!