Goodbye to the Past Pt. 03

Goodbye to the Past Part 03 -- Job Satisfaction Guaranteed

Caitlin's job description changes as she takes on some exciting new roles.

Frank Rodriguez grunted in ecstasy as he came, his cum filling her mouth. Their preference was always face and tits, but as it was a work night and they had early meetings the next morning, Bonnie let it flow down her throat. It was nearly as good and a lot less messy. After all this time, she was good enough not to waste a drop.

She took a drink of water and snuggled into her hairy old bear, loving the contrast of his rugged feel to the softness of the lovely young girl she had shared the bed with earlier in the day.

Caitlin's new tattoos had meant more to her than words could say and she felt deeply touched. She was equally glad the girl had taken to Skye. All she wanted was for her daughter to be as happy as she had been and still was; now she was also extending that to Caitlin. She would never tell Frank about Skye -- she was still his little princess, and he had flipped out when she'd had her problem last year. She really thought Frank was going to kill the kid that had used the knife; he had raged for days. He couldn't believe that Skye was responsible for her own actions -- it had to be someone else's fault.

Skye could bat her eyelids at him and he'd buy her the stars. He doted on the kid, and on Sean. Bonnie thought he'd go ape when Sean came out, but his reaction was, 'we gave him the gene'. They were closer now than ever since that day.

She thought often of where she might be if not for Franklin Delgado Rodriguez and each time her answer came back the same. Not a nice place. She'd only told one other person her story, and it would stay that way forever. Gina, her best friend in England.

Bonnie and Frank were renowned for their parties in Miami, and when they opened up in London, it was natural that they started having them there too. Their previous apartment had been too small, so they had used various properties on Airbnb. When they moved to Chelsea Harbour shortly after Skye's 'incident' they continued having them 'off-site' as they called it. As they didn't have such a large circle of friends in London with their taste in parties, Bonnie had the idea of making up numbers with girls and boys from escort agencies and it had been a great success. In the process, she had become firm friends with one of the owners of the agency they used most frequently, Gina - the Harcourt in 'deVries and Harcourt'.

After one of their parties she and Gina got talking, lying in a satisfied crumpled heap of post-orgasmic torpor. As they sipped their wine and told their stories it became apparent the two women had a lot in common. Gina opened up about her time on the streets of Liverpool and her self-transformation into a successful business woman. Having buried her own past for so long, Bonnie felt a huge catharsis in telling her new friend her tale. It brought them even together closer, and Bonnie was glad to include Gina amongst her very best friends.

And lovers.

It also explained why Bonnie had a thing for taking on apparently lost souls. There had been a few more of both sexes in the past she had hopefully put back on track. Caitlin was her latest project and so far it was going very nicely.

Thoughts of Gina reminded her that they needed to throw another party soon. She was about to mention it to Frank, when he rolled over and looked at her. Something had been bugging him all day.

"Bonnie, babes -- when did the aliens come down and put that implant in the Price girl?"

"Uh? What you on about? And it's Caitlin, Frank. She's a sweet kid."

"Ok, Caitlin. She was different earlier. She looked.. I dunno... sexy? Never really seen her or thought of her like that before. She's just been the girl that does our stuff. She talked back. Bit of a shock, that's all. She normally just goes all soppy and I think she's going to cry. Today-"

"Today you got what you deserved, my dear."

"Ok, ok. Maybe I did. But what triggered it, if not little green men?" He snuggled in to Bonnie and lowered his voice. "Gotta say, babes -- it kinda turned me on. She was so... assertive!"

Bonnie rolled on top of him and sat up. "And my lovely Frank likes assertive women, doesn't he? Shall I tell you what triggered it, Frank darling? It was another assertive woman, that's what." She pointed between her enhanced boobs. "This assertive woman. Me. I triggered it, and I am proud to say that the lovely 'Price Girl' as you so eloquently put it has been my lover on..." she counted on her fingers. "At least four separate occasions including this very morning in this very bed. And a very fine lover she is too."

Bonnie would have given anything at that moment for a camera.

Frank's mouth stayed open for a very long time. She could almost see his brain whirring, trying to process his thoughts into something coherent. They were completely open with each other. They had whoever they wanted, whenever they wanted, together or apart; but this little Sincan Escort revelation had thrown Frank off kilter completely.

At last Bonnie spoke. "Say something, hon!"

Frank swallowed twice very hard. Bonnie could feel him stiffening beneath her. She was going to have to take another mouthful at this rate. She eased off him to allow him to slip back inside her and she settled down again on his hardening cock.

She held her hands out. "Not gonna move until you speak, hon!"

Frank's voice sounded strangled. "She's cute. Can I join in next time?"

Bonnie began to move in a way that Frank found irresistible. "That's entirely up to the 'Price Girl', sweet pea. Whereas I love my rugged old bear, she may find you hairy and repulsive. Would you like me to make enquiries?"

"Oh yeah!"

"Then be nice to her. If you're a good boy, when you're in Berlin I may just ask her on your behalf. Now... wanna hear the whole story?"

"Oh yeah!"

"Do that thing to me then..."

Frank did the thing and Bonnie told him the whole story. As he came a second time, he imagined it was Caitlin's cute little mouth he was coming in.

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The next morning, Caitlin was back at her work sorting the invoices that needed paying ahead of her meeting with Bonnie later. There were the usual lot -- Fortnum and Mason, Harrods, the account from Amie's which must be keeping the girl in business by itself. She put the easy ones to process via bank transfer on one pile and picked up one from her other pile -- the non-standard ones. It was a new one to her -- 'deVries and Harcourt' with a Hampstead address. Caitlin goggled at the amount -- it was astronomical and all the text said was 'Services Rendered'. Curious, she checked back in the invoice file and found the section marked 'dV