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Disgust

Date: 10/5/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: BradleyStoke, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

somewhere? I can’t recall where exactly. Was it at Covent Garden perhaps? Or maybe the Wigmore Hall.” “Goodness, madam,” said a clearly flustered Benedict Cosgrove. “I really don’t remember. I doubt that it was the Wigmore. I’ve not been there for several years.” “I do recognise you,” Susan persevered. “Maybe it was at a party somewhere. Mr Cosgrave, isn’t it?” “Cosgrove,” the mark corrected. “Benedict Cosgrove. But you can call me Ben. I don’t recall your name?” “Susan Worstenholme,” said Susan using one of several assumed surnames. “So, Mr Cosgrove, how well do you know my cousin Kenneth?” “I didn’t know you were related, Mrs Worstenholme,” said Benedict Cosgrove. “By grace of marriage only,” said Susan. “But I must correct you, Mr Cosgrove. I’m not yet a married woman. Worstenholme is the surname I’ve had from birth. I guess I still haven’t found the man whose surname I wish to take. Is your wife here?” “My wife?” said Mr Cosgrove, for a moment looking sufficiently startled for Susan to wonder whether there might actually be one. “No,” he continued with his eyes trained meaningfully towards Susan. “I haven’t found my life partner yet either.” Careful, thought Susan. This was a fish that could only be netted once and then thrown away. And, in any case, there was not a single man associated with Sir Kenneth who could become a meaningful long term association. Not, that is, if she wanted to remain in his good favour. “I’m sure that day will come soon,” said Susan. “So, tell ... me, how is it that you know my cousin?” Susan had practiced such gambits many times before. If she hadn’t, she could so easily stumble and then fall very badly. And then where would be her reputation? And it was her reputation rather than her birth-right or even her sexual stamina that kept her in jewels, pearls and designer clothes. It was her reputation for elegance and the promise she could deliver when required in a manner that wouldn’t shame prospective clients that paid for her twice-weekly hairdressing appointments, the apartment in Lisson Grove, and an occasional coke habit. As an inevitable result of having been married and divorced several times over, Sir Kenneth had many cousins, most of them through marriage: But Susan was one cousin Sir Kenneth would most definitely deny if challenged, especially as any such consanguinity would have compromised the sex he’d enjoyed so many times with her. As Susan understood it, there were two duties she was expected to perform for Sir Kenneth. The first was easily dispensed with. “I have absolute faith in my cousin’s business concerns,” she said when Benedict mentioned that he wasn’t convinced whether the proffered business opportunities in Azerbaijan and Georgia were really such sound investments. “I’ve always taken his advice in such matters and it’s been more than enough to supplement my private income. But as they say, you should never invest more money than you can afford to lose.” “Sound advice,” Benedict said, as if he’d ...