Seasons Greetings

A time for Freedom and Festivity

 

Available from Dec 3rd for Dinner, Overnight stays, and Away dates.

 

Why not make the end of lockdown, the start of a new adventure? I think we can all agree we deserve it!

 

I look forward to your invitation.

 

Billie x

P.A. Fantasy (Part 3)

I stand there, waiting, the silence unbroken, my heart pounding, expecting any moment now, the sting of a firm hand on my naked backside. Something else happens. I bite down firmly on my bottom lip, to stop myself being noisy, as quite unexpdctedly, I feel two of Mr Hardigains wet fingers jam themselves into my bottom. I bite harder on my lip as he begins moving his fingers roughly in and out. He is close behind me, pressed up against me, one hand moving quickly and aggressively, my bottom wobbling from the impact, and the other hand pinning my waist to the desk.

Suddenly, he stops.

I stay in position, waiting for further instruction.

“Get on your knees and clean up.” Mr Hardigain instructs.

I do as I told, looking up at him from my knees I take his wet fingers into my mouth, to the back of my throat, sucking greedily on Mr Hardigains fingers.

“Right thats enough.” He says “You’ve disappointed me Billie. I was hoping you’d be up for this job but now… I can’t have a common whore working for me.”
He looks at my discarded mini skirt with disgust.
I prickle with embarrassment.

“Don’t you EVER enter this office dressed like that again! EVER!”

Hardigain paces around his office, neck red with anger, finally stopping at the window, and turning to look at me.

“Get under the desk.” He demands
“Yes Mr Ha- What?”
“Get under the fucking desk. You want to dress like a slut then I’ll treat you like one. Take everything off and get under the desk.”

Self consciously I undress. It doesn’t take long, with just my blouse and bra to remove. I stand there in just my shoes. Mr Hardigain approaches me, staring at my feet

“Where are those from?” He asks, nodding at my heels
“I, er… River Island I think?” I say, my toes curling with apprehension.

“CHEAP SHIT!” Mr Hardigain barks. “Why are you wearing cheap shit to this office when I gave you money to buy your wardrobe? Take those nasty cheap shoes off. IMMEDIATELY!”

Silently, I slide out of my heels. Mr Hardigain picks them up and throws them casually out of the window.

“You look more expensive naked than you do in these shitty cheap clothes. Now get under the desk.”

The desk is a huge, dark brown antique. Cherry wood with several draws, contrasted with a leather Timothy Oulton chair. The back of the desk is covered with a thick wooden panel. On my hands and knees I crawl into the space under the desk, crouching on the floor and waiting. My Hardigain takes his seat behind the desk, and I hear him pulling ope  one of the draws – a small one on top, which you need a minuscule gold key to open. Seconds later, I hear the jangle of metal on metal –

“Give me your hands Billie.”
I stretch out my arms from under the desk; Mr Hardigain secures each wrist with a handcuff, then each handcuff to a metal look discretely installed under the desk. I feel a pang of excitement as to what might happen next. Hidden from the rest of the office, I wait in silence on my knees I both my hands now secured either side of me in a “Y” shape.

Mr Hardigain pulls his chair in, his crotch now inches from my head, and unzips his trousers. His rubs his sticky cock all over my lips and –

A loud bang as the door is flown open!

“Is Billie here?” Asks a womans voice in a thick Glaswegian accent that J recognise to be Janice, a data analyst from the office, a particularly miserable gossip with an insatiable thirst for reality TV and Terry’s Chocolate Orange.

“No.” Replies Mr Hardigain curtly. “I sent her home for incorrect attire”

“Shes a bit dippy isn’t she? Hard to believe the lass really graduated from Cambridge with a first” Janice laughs “Guess they take anyone these days. Gorgeous looking lass mind, but not much upstairs I’m afraid. Will you keep her on?” Janice asks, probing Mr Hardigain for gossip.

“I’m considering it.” My Hardigain replies cooly. His hand reaches discretely under the desk pulling me by my hair onto his cock. I suck enthusiastically (it’s in the contract, after all) and he leaves his hand at the back of my head, keeping me in position as I gag silently on his cock from under the desk, my hands bound and unable to free myself. Bubbles of spit and precum foam in the back of my throat, and I feel Mr Hardigain throbbing with excitement.

“Was there anything else Janice?” He asks.

“Ah yes so, I mean I don’t mean to be a bitch” Janice starts, with the air of a woman who lives on an almost constant diet of bitching “But I noticed Emma in accounts hadn’t sent those emails yet. Three days after you asked her to. I didnt want to mention it but… I know you like to be in control of everything that goes on in here.”

“I do” – says Mr Hardigain “Thanks Janice, I’ll have a word with Emma later.”
Janice turns to leave the room and with her back to him Mr Hardigain now places both hands on my head and begins aggressively bouncing my head on his cock, his legs shaking as he loses control. I let out a little scream as my throat is flooded with a huge load of his hot cum.

Janice turns round suddenly
“What was that?”
She asks, her brow furrowed with suspicion
“Ahhh… Oh nothing” Mr Hardigain replies “Er, just opened one of those funny emails people send”
My Hardigain pulls his wet cock from my mouth and begins slowly wiping my face with it.

“Ooo let’s see then!” Janice says, heading back towards the desk.

I gently begin sucking Mr Hardigains cock hard again.

“No Janice. You’ve got a deadline due today. Get back to work please.”

Janice leaves, disgruntled and suspicious.

The door closes, and I begin giving Mr Hardigain another wet sloppy blowjob, sucking his balls enthusiastically as he relaxes in his chair. My tongue slowly licking downwards, rimming him slowly, his cock now fully hard again.

“You’re very good at the Billie” he says breathlessly, hands on the back of my neck, guiding my head firmly between his legs “I’d love to-“

– “Willie, Cava?” A voice calls from behind the office door just seconds before it opens.

I would recognise that voice anywhere. Patrique Mersault, the guy behind the famous brokerage. I applied for a job there three times and they didn’t even interview me. Patrique is well known in the city. He legend he likes to promote is that his family used to own vineyards in Mersault, but others believe his surname came about because his great great grandmother, a common milkmaid, used to break into the vineyards at night and get pissed.

“New PA Willie, ah?” Mersault says, a charming grin flashing on his chisseled face.

I begin rimming Mr Hardigain even more passionately, lapping between his legs like a hungry kitten.

“What?” Mr Hardigain asks, struggling to keep it together
“I ‘eard you ave a New PA Willie? I remember the last one? Emma was it? The girl who does the tax now, ah? I know exactly what is going on under that desk.”

He grins at Mr Hardigain, highly amused. Mersault walks around the desk, to behind Mr Hardigain, where he takes in the spectacular scene. Me, each hand chained to each internal side of the desk, fully nude and now with Mr Hardigains cock balls deep in my mouth. I look up at him, my lipstick a mess and sticky cum all over my face.

“Very nice Willie.” Mersault says “Very nice. I… er… could I…? You want to share?”
He looks at me for an invitation. I see his cock straining painfully in his trousers. I shake my head, in a ridiculous attempt to act aloof.

“Good girl” Mr Hardigain says, stroking my hair.
“Unfortunately Billie and I have an entirely exclusive arrangement” Mr Hardigain addresses Mersault, a smug grin spreading across his face “You’ll have to find your own. Now be a good PA and lick my balls Billie.” Hardigain says, showing off.
He reclines lazily in his chair and I begins slowly and passionately licking his balls, my eyes locked with Mersaults.

“Anyway” Mersault continues speaking to Mr Hardigain as if this is an entirely normal situation “I ave everything for the new location. I ave a developer coming tomorrow, if you can be there 3pm we can get everything signed. I will leave the filed with you”.

Mersault slaps down four identical files onto Mr Hardigains desk.

“A demain!” he says, turning to leave. “And ah, if you change your mind Billie, you can-“

“- She won’t change her mind.” Mr Hardigain interjects.

Mersault shrugs, winking at me, then leaves.

Alone once again Mr Hardigain looks down at me from under the desk, taken aback by the sudden competition for my affections. Abruptly he uncuffs my hands

“I’m letting you leave early as you’ve done an excellent job today Billie! Go to Bond Street and get yourself a pencil skirt and some stockings and some decent bloody shoes with no platform.”

I crawl from under the desk, retrieving my bra and skirt, putting them on whilst Mr Hardigain watches.

He takes a battered Ferragamo wallet out of his pocket and peels off a small wedge of crisp, £50 notes, and tucks them into my cleavage.

“I didn’t want to have to do that Billie but you must learn how things are done in my office. I don’t want you looking cheap you must look sexy and expensive at all times unless I’m in the mood for something else. It’s in the contract Billie you know what I expect of you. If you come here inappropriately dressed again I will strip you naked and parade you through the trading floor then fire you. You will leave the building naked and have to make your own way home.”

I gulp, feeling very self conscious in my mini skirt. I’m not sure if he’s joking, although present circumstances would suggest not.

“And -” Hardigain looks me in the eye, and I catch a brief break in his steely facade “- Stay away from Mersault. Please. He’s a charlatan. And…” he turns to face the window, his hands in his pockets “I found you and took a chance on you and I don’t want you doing this kind of thing with other people. Am I understood?”

“Yes Mr Hardigain”. I reply.
I walk towards him. He looks down at me fondly.
“You might need to clean your face” he smiles.
I smile back, reaching into my handbag for some makeup wipes.

I leave the office, one of Mr Hardigains long coats over my shoulders to hide my short skirt.
Janice eyes me suspiciously as I make my way across the trading floor. “I thought you’d gone home pet?” She asks, eyes looking me up and down. I ignore her completely, and head towards the lift.
 

To be continued…!

-BF

Haute Cuisine at Home

Some suggestions for at-home restaurant dining. All available Chez Billie.

Gymkahna (Indian – 1 Michelin Star):

https://gymkhanalondon.slerp.com/order/store/gymkhana-london-gymkhana-london-pre-order

 

Hide (Modern European – 1 Michelin Star)

https://hide.co.uk/home/

 

Bocca Di Lupo (My favourite Italian – Sharing plates):

https://boccadilupoathome.com/pages/november-menu

 

Galvin (French – 1 Michelin Star, and others):

https://galvinrestaurants.com/galvin-at-home/

 

Kitchen Table (European – 2 Michelin Star):

Tasting Menus


Sketch (Modern European):

MMmm... Menu

Amsterdam,

A special 3 days with wonderful company.

Thanks for not letting a worldwide pandemic get in the way of treating us both to a much needed break.

Ik hoop je snel weer te zien ❤

What I’m Cooking

A selection of my recent plates – a joy to share with lovers and friends.

 

I recently spent some time at a prestigious cookery school where I also learned to master the soufflé (like most things, it’s easy when you know how). The other recipes are as usual all my own original recipes that I’d love to say have taken years of development, but in reality – I tend to know what I want to make, and the recipes come mostly fully formed into my head – I make them up almost instantly and they almost always work. From Borough market to Fine Food Specialist, from China Town to Ginger pig – I am enjoying sourcing the best ingredients for my creations.

 

I am lucky enough to spend many an evening in some truly wonderful restaurant – something I’m very grateful for. The cumulative impact of these experiences and my own passion (I started cooking when I was 4!) has given me a lot of confidence in the kitchen – there’s nothing I won’t try, and have recently started experimenting with fusion. My only Achilles heel is pastry – I’m not a baker – and can’t imagine I could create a dessert tastier than Ben and Jerrys or Mr Kipling. In the kitchen as in life – there is always more to try and discover.

 

Dinner Dates and how to Do them.

Hey yummies!

 

Hope you are well, that your temperature is mild, that your throat isn’t tickly, and that you’ve adjusted to the new world of masks and rubber gloves (although for a kinky babe like me, this has always been my world!). The age of Billie withdrawal is over! I wanted to take a moment to put together a few notes about dining. Over dinner or lunch is of course one of the most effective ways to get to know someone – how better to relax than over a delicious meal, a good bottle of wine, and with sexy, intelligent company. 

 

Some details:

 

  • It is usually my preference to enjoy our private time first. If you prefer the other way round, that is no problem at all, but there’s something about a passionate time in the bedroom, followed by a delicious meal and wine, that I really enjoy.
  • Our dinner date can take place in any restaurant to suit your taste – quality casual, smart casual, and fine dining options are all available.
  • Vegans not welcome (just kidding!)
  • I have a very intimate knowledge of the London food scene as this is a big part of my life – if you are unsure of where to pick, please tell me what you enjoy and I can send you three quality suggestions.
  • Of course, I also love surprises discovering new places, and being introduced to your favourite places. I would love to accept your invitation. 

 

Some of the restaurants I haven’t visited but would love to are:

 

  • Louie (TOP PICK for casual): Brand new and in the spot where Joel Robachon used to be – I’ve heard amazing things. A bar, restaurant and terrace, live jazz and DJ, Creole food (which I’ve never tried) and a great chef behind it all. I would love to try this new opening. http://www.louie-london.com/
  • Kutir: A beautiful looking modern Indian restaurant. I know many of my clients absolutely love Indian food, so this would be perfect if you like a little spice and a little refinement too (like me! 😉) https://kutir.co.uk/
  • La Gavroche:  http://www.le-gavroche.co.uk/
  • Spring: Have heard great things about the menu, will suit someone who enjoys a clean, elegant menu and beautiful dining space. https://springrestaurant.co.uk/
  • Kiln: A busy, casual Thai restaurant in Soho that I’ve been wanting to try forever. A relaxed spot with an open kitchen that focusses on small plates and big flavours. http://kilnsoho.com/
  • Le Petit Maison: Have been to the one in Dubai and would love to try this one! I will meet you in my most elegant dress and heels. https://lpmrestaurants.com/
  • Scully: Very very high on my “want to try” list, beautiful fusion plates by a very interesting, creative chef. https://www.scullyrestaurant.com/
  • Onima: Straight from Mykonos to London (I love Greek food, Milos is a favourite of mine) Onima has a Greek-Asian fusion concept that matches the cool and sexy vibe. The cocktails also look very good! Maybe one for a boozy lunch or sexy dinner date. https://www.onimarestaurant.com/
  • Evelyns Table: A small, hidden, Soho spot. Will suit one of my cool foodie clients. http://theblueposts.co.uk/
  • Maggie Jones: A rustic and romantic, charming farm-to-table restaurant that serves moreish, fresh comfort food. Menu looks not too complicated but very tasty! http://www.maggie-jones.co.uk/
  • The Araki: Very fine Japanese restaurant that only seats 9 at a time, chef has held 3 michelin stars for along time. This is an intimate experience, for someone who loves and appreciated top quality Japanese food. https://the-araki.co.uk/
  • A Chefs table (TOP PICK for fine dining): I am yet to try dining at a chefs table. This is something I would love to experience, at a restaurant of your choice. 

 

Ticked off so far:

 

  • Portland Restaurant
  • Davies and Brook (tasting menu)
  • Brat at Climpsons Arch 
  • The Berkley
  • The Ninth
  • Fifty Cheyne
  • Fischers
  • Amazonico
  • Les 110 de Taillevent

 

Can’t wait to catch up, or meet you for the first time over some delicious food!

 

Big kisses and footsie under the table…

Love Billie xx

P.A. Fantasy (part 2)

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(Long Read)

Part 2: The Contract.

He steps towards me, towering over me even in my heels and pulls me by my waist towards him. Our bodies pressed against each other, we kiss deeply and passionately.

 

Just as Mr Hardigain is hastily removing his jacket there’s a knock at the door, and it slowly opens.

 

I jump towards the table and take a seat, legs crossed and pretending to flick through my emails, milliseconds before a well-dressed gentleman enters with a briefcase, and a folder overflowing with paperwork. His glasses are slightly crooked and there’s an air of acute frustration about him.

 

“A bloody liberty that’s what this is!” he exclaims, glaring at the both of us “I’ve got three cases on at the minute, one very serious fraud and two mega deals with the Russians and you… you’ve got me HERE!” his hand shakes with rage and a few sheets of paper escape and fall to the floor “You’ve got me here AGAIN Willie, because YOU cant keep your goddamn willie in your pants!!!!!”

 

He strides to the table and slams down the folder.

 

I sit there in silence, confused as to what’s going on. I glance at one of the loose sheets of paper on the floor and recognise the name on the letter header. Surely this cant be THE Kenneth Lingwood? I think to myself. Not Lingwood the famous contract lawyer? The one who’s famously never lost a case (but settled many out of court, obviously). Why on earth would he be –

“I’ve got 5 minutes to look at the document Willie” he says impatiently, glancing at a tatty old Cartier watch on his wrist “and I’m only doing this as a favour because we go way back. This goes tits up and you’re on your own.”

 

He glances at me with a curious mix of disgust and pity.

 

Mr Hardigain hands him a single page of printed A4 paper, a little too far away for me to be able to clearly read it. Lingwood adjusts his glasses and peers over it, a pen hovering over each line as he slowly reaches the bottom. Finally he finishes.

 

“Is this it?” he asks

“Yes” replies Mr Hardigain “Is it airtight?”

“This is…” Lingwoods voice cracks, seemingly unable to control his outrage “This is one of the most… legally spurious, perverse contracts I have ever… I have ever…”

“- is it airtight?” Hardigan interjects, cooly.

“Well as you bloody well know” Lingwood lowers his voice to a whisper and turns his back to me “If she signs this of course it’s airtight but….” I listen intently but can only hear the odd word or phase “enforceable… but… NDA… need a bloody therapist… Geneva convention… I will not be witness… end of my career… remember that girl… no judge would… Jesus Christ…” and then finally “does SHE even know about all this?”

 

They both turn to face me. I stare back earnestly, trying to figure out what on earth is happening. I muster a smile, which neither of them returns.

 

“It’s…” Mr Lingwood begins gathering up his paperwork “Willie… It’s what you need it to be.”

He strides towards the door, pauses for a moment then doubles back and hands me his card. “Good luck!” he exclaims, before turning on his heel and leaving.

 

The moment the door shuts I get to my feet.

“What was all that?” I ask “Is this? What’s going on? As your Personal Assistant, I demand to be-“

“Lingwood” Mr Hardigain says calmly “Is an old friend of mine. I… I just needed someone to look over your work contract before you sign, just to check everything is er… legally… er… legal.”

“Why wouldn’t it be legal?” I ask, letting out a nervous laugh.

“If you just sign, then we can finish your first day early. I’ll send you home for the rest of the day on full pay and of course, please have the things I’ve asked for ready by tomorrow.”

 

Mr Hardigain puts down the single sheet of A4 paper, and a Mont Blanc pen. He slides it towards me and I see for the first time, what appears to be the outlines of a basic contract. I pick up the pen (lovely pen) and skim read the page, my eyes widening with more and more shock at every line. The page reads:

 

“23/10/2020

I ________________ do hereby enter a contract with Mr Willie B Hardigain.

This contract states that I _________________ must

  • Always wear high heeled stilettos and silk stockings whilst in the office environment.
  • When not in an office environment must always be wearing matching lingerie under clothing in either lace or silk.
  • I must provide the following services to My Hardigain within 10 minutes of him having requested:
    1. Oral sex (including but not limited to: blowjobs, rim jobs, ball sucking, deepthroat, and cock worship).
    2. Massages (including but not limited to: back and shoulder massage, deep tissue massage, scalp massage, and foot rub.
    3. Deep and passionate French kissing with tongues, kissing and affection, both in public and private environments.
    4. Full penetrative sex. Both vaginal and anal, in all possible positions, in private environments, hotel rooms, the office after hours, company car etc.
    5. Be willing to groped both clothes and fully nude, in all positions, in any private environment.
  • Fully naked photos must be sent to Mr Hardigain twice weekly so he can be sure I _____________ am staying in shape.
  • Must have a current valid British passport and be able to travel at 12 hours notice, anywhere in the world.
  • Must in no uncertain terms, share the contents of this contract with any third parties, media outlets, friends, family members, or anyone other than the other person stated in this contract.
  • Must have a manicure and pedicure at all times, must work out a minimum of twice a week, must keep up to date on all news, politics, and current affairs.
  • Must not engage in excessive complaining, nagging or otherwise bothering Mr Hardigain during working hours, unless it is a work matter, or the matter pertains to something mentioned in this contract.
  • Plan all itineraries for business travel, including flights, transfers, hotels and restaurant reservations, entertainment, theatre tickets and any other particulars.
  • Must maintain a fully monogamous relationship with Mr Willie B Hardigain, maintaining an outwardly modest demeanour, and not relieving yourself of any sexual gratification that is not at the hands of Mr Willie B Hardigain, or yourself.
  • Must dress appropriately at all times:
    1. A classy and sophisticated designer office wardrobe. Skirts above the knee and trousers are not permitted in the office.
    2. In private environments must have a full selection of lingerie in lace and silk, fetish outfits, and uniforms
    3. If 11 a) or b) are not adhered to, you will be sent home to change
 

Every day in the Hardigain office is a new adventure. However, the following Schedule must be adhered to:

  • 7-7:30am massage and or/oral sex performed on Mr Hardigain
  • Lunch hour and business lunches: You must relieve Mr Hardigain during business lunches. You will have to find creative ways in which to do so without arising suspicion. He will instruct.
  • Board meetings: You must relieve Mr Hardigain after board meetings. He will instruct.
  • After hours: After hours at the office you must perform an erotic strip tease for Mr Hardigain, whereafter he will instruct you on how best to please him.
  • Weekends: Mr Hardigain will occasionally need you on weekends and private holidays. You must make yourself available.
 

All costs incurred in maintaining this contract will be covered by Mr Willie B Hardigain. Your budget will correlate with your progress and dedication to your job, which will be plotted in monthly progress reports. Should you breach contract yet wish to remain in contract, suitable punishments will be arranged at the discretion of Mr Hardigain.

 

This is a non-negotiable contract. Should you wish not to sign this contract, your temporary contract as a Personal Assistant will terminate immediately and you will no longer be an employee at Hardigain investments, and will have no future opportunity to join this company, nor any subsidiary companies or partnered companies at a later date. In the interest of discretion, you will also be blacklisted form working in the City, with no view to having this blacklist removed at a future date. If and when you decide to leave this contract, should you do so after more than 1 year (365 days) employment you will be given a generous severance, providing you sign a Non Disclosure Agreement. Should you refuse an NDA, you will be….”

 

My eyes widen to the size of saucers at the final line

 

“…Prosecuted for the sexual harassment of Mr Willie B Hardigain”

 

I look up from the contract, a massive fake grin spreading across my face, and let out a fake, girly giggle.

 

“You’re so funny” I laugh “I can tell you’re going to be really fun to work for with a sense of humour like that! Everyone says you’re a really funny gu-“

“It’s not a joke and I’m now running late for my next meeting so how about you sign the contract, and you can start properly tomorrow” says Mr Hardigain, prickling with impatience.

 

“I…” The smile drops from my face “I mean… this can’t be serious as serious contract! I… I mean, oral sex? What are you talking about? Stockings? And If… then… if I… you try and prosecute ME? Mr Haridgain… Do I look desperate to you?” I ask, with all the attitude I can muster.

 

“Yes.” He replies curtly. “You took an Uber pool to work and I’ve already run a credit check. Thirty grand worth of student debt, 4 credit cards, a shopping habit you can’t afford and your landlord is trying to evict you.”

 

I stand there mouthing wordlessly, absolutely stunned.

 

“Mr Hardigain. Let me tell you a story. I grew up in-“

“No” he interrupts, rudely “No we’re not going to do this crying begging poor me poor life bullshit. I’ve been there before and they all sign in the end. I can improve your prospects expeditiously so either sign the contract or get out.”

 

The room is swallowed by a deafening silence.

 

I reach for the Mont Blanc and pause – my pen hovering over the page, over my future in The City. I take a deep breath, exhale, and…

 

Sign the contract; my palm sweating and my underwear suddenly damp.

 

“Good. Now pull your skirt down.”

 

Well, I think to myself, it’s not my fault if I’m contractually obliged.

I do as I’m told and Mr Hardigain approaches me, sliding his hand under my silk panties and between my legs. His fingers return soaking wet.

 

“That’s what I like…”  he says, hastily unzipping his trousers and pushing me to my knees. Before I’ve had a chance to catch my breath, he shoves his hard cock into my mouth – pulling my head down onto him, the tip of his cock pushed deep in the back of my throat. He cums in my mouth within seconds then pulls out.

 

Unsure what to do, and embarrassed to have enjoyed it, I swallow and get to my feet, trying to look elegant as I put my skirt back on.

 

Mr Hardigain has taken a seat and watches me get dressed.

 

“Swallow was not in the contract Billie, but I’m pleased with your effort! I’ll have your company card arranged for tomorrow morning. Remember,” he says, folding my contract in half and handing it to me “7am tomorrow for the… er… massage.”

 

I nod silently.

“I can’t wait to have you sat on my cock” he says, casually, picking up his briefcase. “Anyway, I have to dash Billie – tomorrow – 7am. Don’t be late, or you will be punished.”

 

 

The next morning I awake at exactly 5:30am, giving myself plenty of time to get ready for Mr Hardigain and arrive at the office on time.

 

As I’m drying my hair, I switch on the radio and hear a chirpy “Now remember folks, clocks went forward last night so it’s been one less hour in bed. This is Pete Mackey reporting for Talk FM, at 6am of shall I say, 7am on Tuesday the 29th….”

 

I gasp. My heart skips three beats, a knot turning in the pit of my stomach. My iPhone smashed last week, and unable to afford the repair, I was forced to buy a much cheaper handset. A cheaper handset which clearly doesn’t update for daylight saving time. Oh no!

 

Panic stricken, I throw on whatever clothes I have to hand and head straight to work, arriving 45mins late, my lipstick smudged and my shirt un-ironed. I hurry through the office, avoiding the disapproving glances of my colleagues and head straight for Mr Hardigains office.

 

I enter, close the door, and immediately begin trying to explain

“I am soooo so sorry, what happened was my phone, I had the new iPhone but then-“

 

“Not another word.”

 

Mr Hardigain is sat behind his desk, breathing heavily through his nose, his neck red with anger. “What I need…” he explains calmly “Is for you to pull down your skirt and bend over this desk.”

 

He stands up to watch me do it.

Embarrassed, I pull down my short (oops!) skirt, and bend over the desk, realising that in my haste, I’ve forgotten to put underwear on.

 

To be continued….!

B x

 

I Hate Birthdays.

Seriously! Birthdays have traditionally been a time of acute misery for me. This year something different – wonderful feelings, experiences and gifts from friends and of course… you! Thank you so much for making my day special. I’m like an elephant (only a fraction of the size, no tusks, better legs etc…) where was I going with this? Oh yes – I never forget a kind gesture. Thanks for making this year unforgettable.

Love Billie xxx

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Blooms and Blossoms

A tricky week, culminating with my Birthday plans falling apart. Alas – first world problems but I didn’t imagine I’d be spending my birthday only with people from my household (note: I AM the entirety of my household!) Anyway, what doesn’t kill you, drives you closer to accepting the things you can’t change. Thanks to some lovely gentlemen in my life for cheering me up with the most stunning flower arrangements!

B xxxx

P.A. Fantasy

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This is an erotic fantasy I’ve written that explores the themes of power dynamic and submission. Not for the easily offended or faint of heart. This fantasy is a bit of fun – something I enjoyed writing!

P.A. Fantasy:

 

It’s Monday, 7:45am and I have just finished getting ready for my first day at the office. I have opted for a slim black pencil skirt, a pink silky blouse, and a pair of shiny Jimmy Choo stilettos, with a smart leather handbag. My square rimmed glasses perched on my nose, and shiny red lipstick to match my manicure. It is my first day working as a Personal Assistant for Willie B. Hardigain, CEO of Interlink Investors. This isn’t quite what I expected myself to be after a 1st from Kings and a graduate programme, but needs must in the current economic climate. Truth be told I’m two months behind on my rent and my credit card is almost maxed. Still, no excuse for not being fabulous – I apply a second flush of red Chanel lipstick, and put it into my handbag, along with my lunch (packed lunch as money a bit tight right now) and some paperwork. As I open my Uber Taxi app, a little pop-up appears on the screen:

 

“NEW! Try UberPool today. Share a taxi and save up to 25% on your journey!”

 

Never one to miss a bargain, I book myself an UberPool, and 4 minutes later I am on my way to the office in a black Toyota Prius with tinted windows. Just as I am heading through the City, the taxi drivers sat nav lights up, and we stop just outside of Liverpool Street station to pick up another passenger. I move my Mulberry bag off the empty seat, and a smartly dressed gentleman aged around 45 enters the taxi. “I’m just going to St Pauls-” he says to the driver, without looking at me. He takes his seat and glances over.

 

“Err-“ he starts, talking to my shoes for some reason “Hey… er… hello. I’m Ben, RBS. Who do you work for then?”
“I’m with Willie B. Hardigain, just starting today” I reply, feeling a little awkward.
“Ah, I started at Hardigains a long time ago… Will open many doors for you. If you…”
He trails off, staring at my top. Confused, I look down to realise I haven’t buttoned up properly, and to my horror, the top of my red silk bra is on full display, with my areolas peeking over the red chantilly lace trim.

 

“Oh my-!” I hastily button myself up, feeling suddenly hot and embarrassed. I look over to Ben and can’t help but notice a little peak slowly rising and falling in his smart navy blue suit trousers. He inches closer towards me on the seat and runs his hand up my right leg. I frown at him, offended, and to slide further left towards the door. Inch by inch I move across the seat, until I can’t move any further, and have my back to the door, legs crossed tightly, glaring at him, yet tingling with excitement. He leans forward and runs his hand up my stockings, stopping when he reaches the smooth skin of my upper leg.

 

“Now really! Haha! Stop doing that- this is really so inappropria-“ I trail off, breathlessly, as I feel his fingers between my legs, gently massaging me through my silk knickers. He leans forward so his face is only millimetres from mine.

 

“I know Hardigain.” He says “We go way back. It would be a shame, a real shame, if your career in the City ended before it began.”
He moves his fingers further back between my legs and towards my bottom
“Wouldn’t it?”
I sit there, not daring to speak, as he unzips his trousers and begins stroking his cock. The radio is on full volume and the Uber driver is glued to his sat nav, unaware of what’s going on in the back seat of the car.
“Lie down” Ben commands.
Embarrassed, but excited, I lie on the back seat, and he kneels over my body, one leg on either side of my perfectly pressed silk blouse.
“Suck my cock” he says, looking me in the eye.
“Ben… I am sorry but I am NOT that sort of woman. I don’t care where you went to school or who your friends are or who you think you are. You are a misogynistic! This isn’t the 80s! Women in the city have the same right to be here and I am going to-“
Before I can finish, he stuffs his pulsing cock down my throat, thrusting violently, then pulling out and using the tip to smear my red lipstick all over my face and nose. I can’t help but secretly enjoy it as he pinches my nose, making me gag and gasp for air.


“You love that don’t you?” he asks, pushing deeper down my throat and making my eyes water “Call me “Boss” when I’m using your mouth”
“Yes Boss,” I reply, feeling a wetness building up between my legs. He leans back and pulls up my pencil skirt, revealing my silk knickers, and embarrassingly, the large damp wet patch at the front where I’ve soaked through them.


“Lie on your front” he says. Obediently I turn and lie on my front, and feel him pull my knickers to one side, and rub himself between my bum cheeks. I begin gently rubbing back against him, and a few moments later, I feel him grabbing my ass, and a warm trickle as he cums all over my bum. He moves back, pulls up his Calvins and zips his trousers back up, just before the Uber slows down at his St Pauls. Without a word, he exists the taxi, and I watch him stride towards his office, glancing at his watch.

 

Business as usual.

 

As I reapply my lipstick, pouting into my compact mirror, the drivers sat nav begins flashing again, and just a few streets later, the taxi stops in front of an old beautiful bank. For crying out loud! I’m going to be late if we keep stopping like this. The door swings open, and out strides a much older gentleman, a tatty briefcase and a copy of the Financial Times in one hand. He approaches the car, enters, sits down and looks over at me. “You must be freezing-“ he says- pointing at my skirt.

 

Oh no! I’ve completely forgotten to pull back down my skirt, and my stockings suspender belt and soaking silk knickers are in full view! “Oh my God I am really so sorry. It’s such a long story, I just… sorry” I smile apologetically, struggling to get my tight skirt back down in such a confined space.
“Well,” he says, in a deep rumbling voice “I think, you deserve a spanking for being so naughty, don’t you?”
Still so horny from my last encounter, I hear myself saying, without really thinking “Yes, yes I do Boss”. I bend over the seat and wait… and wait… and then finally a large firm hand stings my bottom from behind. I feel my bum getting hot after 10 or so spankings, and then, without warning one of his fingers slowly entering me from behind. Shocked, I squeal with pleasure, spreading my legs so he can go deeper. As he curls his finger upwards, I feel myself getting very wet and about to cum on his finger. Just as I’m nearly there he stops-


“No!!” I plead desperately, my voice barely audible over the car radio “Please don’t stop!!!”
Still sat in the chair, I see him unzipping his suit trousers… and teasing his hard cock out from the fly. Immediately, I move towards him, uncontrollable horny, and jump on top, facing him and riding him as he kisses me passionately and plays with my breasts. He grabs my bum and begins bouncing me on top, rocking me backwards and forwards. The car in front stops suddenly, and our taxi has to break at the last minute before a red light. The car lurching forward causes him to thrust deep inside me, and I scream out loud with ecstasy, and a second later, holding me down and pushing into me he cums deep inside of me, moaning out loud and squeezing my bum. I collapse on his chest, kissing his neck as he strokes my hair.

 

What an eventful first day at work!

 

The taxi rolls towards the Gherkin and stops.
“Remember to pull your skirt down bad girl!” he says, grinning as he zips up, and then exits the car.
The Uber driver is looking at me in the mirror, slightly confused as to why my makeup is messed up. Luckily, I manage to get myself straightened up and begin looking through my notes to make sure I am prepared for my first meeting. Only seconds from my destination, the sat nav begins flashing again and the car slows down!

 

Right… well… have some self restraint Billie, I tell myself, tentatively waiting for the door to open. To my complete surprise it’s-

 

“Mr Hardigain!!!” I exclaim, anxiously as my new boss gets into the car. Straightening up my glasses on my nose, I try my best not to appear nervous. “Billie!” he replies “What are the odds- are you prepared for our 12:45?”
“Oh yes Mr Hardigain I am. I was thinking, if we go in for anything less than 4% they’re going to know we’re keen to sell and try to drive the price even further down, so if we start at around 7 or 8%, the Chinese won’t want to risk… Um, Mr Hardigain??
Mr Hardigain is making it very obvious he isn’t listening, and has moved his leg ever so slightly across the seat to rub against mine.
“You are one sexy little minx” he says, looking me up and down, my stocking-clad legs crossed conservatively, leading down towards my extra shiny stilettos “Now I remembered why I hired you. You leave the negotiations to me, your job is to make sure I’m… nice and relaxed for meetings. Do you understand?”

 

“I think so Mr Hardigain. But you should know I have a first from Kings and…”
“- Every morning I want you in the office half an hour early. I will tell you what to wear. I will tell you what to do. I will tell you when to swallow when to lick my arse when to ride me and when to give me a massage and when to bend over and when stay still. Do. You. Understand?”
Shocked, I feel the wet patch and the front of my silk knickers spreading.
“Yes. Yes Mr Hardgain. Yes I do.”
“Good. So bend over and stay still.”
I manoeuvre myself in my tight pencil skirt and bend over. I feel his hands rolling my skirt up, over my stockings, then suspenders, then over my bum. I feel him grabbing my bum and jiggling it about.
“You want a fucking promotion?” he asks, two fingers gently resting on my clit “well how does Executive Personal Assistant with company car sound?” he asks. “A nice Mercedes S-Class with a driver?”
“Oh Mr Hardigain! Thankyou… that would be so lovely!”
“Well you’re going to fucking earn it Billie. Now beg me for a promotion-”


He moves my now soaking silk knickers to one side and begins doggying me very roughly in the back of the car, my face pressed hard against the seat. With sufficient motivation, I find myself to be very good at begging indeed.

 

“Pleaase…” I beg “Please Mr Hardigain… Please… I’m begging you… Please Boss…”
He puts his hands around my neck and begins choking me, going so deep my eyes start to water and my body begins shaking, trying to escape. I fall onto my font, and he climbs on top of me, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back, kissing me roughly and spitting into my mouth. Flattened onto the seat, with his full weight on top of me, I scream out loud, cumming very hard, twice in a row, as he goes harder and deeper, calling me a slut.
“Beg me for my cum” he drags my hair round so I’m facing him
“Please Boss, please can I have your cum. Please-“
I begin licking Mr Hardigains balls as he wanks himself, taking them into my mouth and looking up at him, cheeks stuffed

 

“OH YOU LITTLE… NASTY…”
He says, holding my head onto his cock and cumming down my throat. After he’s finished he keeps my head there, making sure I swallow every drop.
I watch, still aroused, as Mr Hardigain fastens his black leather belt. He pulls out a leather wallet and takes out some notes.
“By Thursday I want you to get some proper stockings. None of this hold up synthetic nonsense, I like silk. And I want a white blouse. Take this.” He hands me some money to buy the things with.
“Thankyou Mr Hardigain,” I say, leaving the taxi behind him and walking towards the office in my smart shiny heels.

 

At 12:45 myself and Mr Hardigain arrive on time at City Social for our client dinner and are directed to the private dining area. We walk in, and I feel prepared and confident about for todays meeting, but… oh no!!!
“Billie, this is Ben Thornton,” he says nodding me towards an all too familiar face. It’s ben from the Uber! Humiliated, and hoping he doesn’t say anything, I shake Bens hand
“Well hello Billie” Ben says, staring at my blouse, “An absolute pleasure to meet you”
“And this is Gregory Pennington” Mr Hardigain says, introducing me to the second older gentleman from the taxi!

 

Surely the world can’t be this small.

 

“Hi Gregory, really nice you could make it” I say, trying not to make eye contact.
“Oh no problem at all” he says, smiling at me “Luckily I got an exceptionally speedy Uber taxi earlier today” He winks at me as I stand there, feeling uncomfortable.

 

“Now Billie,” Mr Hardigain says, locking the door to the dining room and facing me. Ben and Gregory have told me a few interesting things about some skills you have that you appear to have left off your CV-“
I see Ben and Gregory watching me, as Mr Hardigain continues-

 

“We’ve been talking about the distinct lack of female talent in The City, and how fantastic it is that a young upstart like yourself had decided to pursue a career in finance.”

 

I stand there uncomfortably, not saying anything.

 

“Ben and Gregory are going to leave now. We need to have a talk about that… promotion I mentioned before”

 

The two other gentlemen leave the room.

 

“Mr Hardigain, I am so sorry! I’m not sure what they told you but basically it was all one big accident because what happened was, I took an UberPool, it’s this new thing that just came out and then I was in the car and then they got in the car and honestly I’m not the type of person who-”

 

“Here’s what we’re going to do” Mr Hardigain interjects, speaking over me “In order to be my PA I’m going to need you to exercise some bloody self-control. I pick my PA’s very wisely. No more of this ditzy promiscuous nonsense. Let this be an end to it. You will be MY personal assistant and no one else’s. Am I understood?”

 

I prickle with embarrassment.

 

“Yes Mr Hardigain” I reply.

 

He steps towards me, towering over me even in my heels and pulls me by my waist towards him. Our bodies pressed against each other, we kiss deeply and passionately.

 

To be continued…!

 

B x

 

 

Non Starter (Fiction)

6:47pm
Respite from the winter
5 foot 4
Of sin and serendipity and
Self consciousness
Steps into
A bar on the edge of Sloane Square;
Rain rolls down vintage Rovers and redbrick
Rain like constellations garnish
Paving slabs and parquet floors
A
Beautiful part of town.

A man smiles at me and I
Grin foolishly and narrowly miss
Colliding with a
Chair
As I watch him walk away
My shoulders and feet are damp from rain
God I need a-

“Cocktail list, madam?”

The bartender hands me a
Leather bound
Catalogue and I pick

“A G and T with Cotswolds gin? Please.”

You enter the bar and stand to my left
As I
Covertly survey you;
You look how I feel.
And dump a long, cane umbrella and
Rain wrecked briefcase
Under the bar.

A nesting crow in a
Damp rain coat on the
Darkest day in December
Your cuff falls back to reveal an
IWC on your wrist
You are tall
Chinos
Brown leather shoes
Crew neck
Big nose
Sad eyes
Glasses
The waiter returns with my receipt
Just as the moment passes.

“Would you like to open a tab?”
You reach into your pocket and pull out a black slim leather wallet,
(Smythson I think)
glancing at me

“Alright Harry Potter?”
I shoot
Smiling at you
You stand there fiddling uncomfortably with the edge of your glasses.
Then it happened
Jesus finally
Waited 20-something years for this
You deserve
A pat on the head and a BJ:
A sober man
Who looks capable of ironing his own shirts
Decided of his own accord to
Offer to buy me a drink

In the real world.
Must be the lockdown effect.

I turn my shoulder slightly so you
Can’t see,
Get my phone out
And begin typing furiously under the bar
(Very uncool)
My french manicure slamming the screen at
Ludicrous pace
“MARTYNA OMG SUPER HOT DAVID CAMERON TYPE BUYING ME COCKTAILS ON SLOANE SQUARE VERY CONSERVATIVE AND HAS A HARD ON THANK YOU FATHER CHRISTMAS HALLELUJAH!!!!!-“
And press send.

Coolly, I turn to face you;
I suck on my Gin and Tonic and you tell me some things
None of which I think are lies
You are a hotelier
You live in Cambridge
You used to think you were liberal but now you’re
Not so sure
You have three children a grandchild and a dog named Casper
I tell you we shall have to get
Rid of the dog as I am a
Cat person
You tell me Casper is a very sweet natured beast
And
Get out your phone to show me
Photos of a small
Black haired cockapoo
Running around on a beach with its tongue hanging out
“You fancy me because I look like your dog!?”
I ask in a mock-accusatory tone
Grinning at you.

You say you often holiday in Portugal or Monaco and you
Quit drinking 20 years ago so you’re having a soda and
Lime and many years ago
When you were living in the States
One of your
Favourite girlfriends
Looked just like me and
You like my shoes
“But anyway Billie, what are you doing in here by yourself talking to an
Old man,
Where is your boyfriend?”

I imagine having sex with you
As a beautiful thing.

10:36pm
We are walking down Kings Road.
You
Have an umbrella
In one hand and my
Denim clad
Arse in the other

I quite like it.

Suddenly and
Just before we reach The Botanist,
You bottle it,
And hail me a taxi,
“Have a safe journey home, Billie.”
I jump inside
Obediently and wave
Goodbye.

(You
Picked
The road more travelled by).

I watch you slowly disappear:
From a man
To a smudge in the distance,
To an unforgettable and
Regrettable memory,
To a poem

Martyna has text me back a series of smiley faces and love hearts.
“Tell me what’s happening?!” she implores.



I exhale and reply.
“Non starter.”

–B.F

Thoughts and notes on this poem:

 

This is a re-draft of a poem that I wrote maybe 3 years ago. I was reminded of it in a deja-vu type experience, and decided to find it (harder than it sounds – I have poems hand written and drafts here and there in old phones and email accounts, or saved on Word under un-useful and difficult to remember document names like “Document 3”).

 

This poem is about the “sliding doors” moments we’ve had in our lives (I’ve had plenty) where a decision is made, not to start. A “non-starter” in this context of this poem is about dipping your toe into new friendships or relationships. A few times in my life I’ve thought – I wish that thing had progressed. This poem is about the split second decisions we make in life, to choose comfort zones over the unknown, and routine over adventure. “You picked the road more travelled by” is a reference to “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost – he talks about being at a fork in the road, in the woods, and deciding to take “The road less travelled by” the less worn road – as a metaphor for not taking the predictable, common path in life that most people take, and instead doing something different.

 

Unlike Frost, in this poem the spectacled agonist takes the path more chosen by – to stop the adventure in its infancy – or run from it. I really enjoy French cinema, and one of the things I like is how some films stop with no conclusion – you can be in the middle of a scene and then it cuts and the credits roll and that’s it. This is so true to life – not everything gets cleanly wrapped up and concluded – sometimes the story (or rather the lesson) is in the things that don’t happen, not the things that do. I try to build the poem from a micro level of exact times, heights, raindrops, to a macro level of whole whole moments and ideas, and then cut it off, abruptly, as life often does – without the luxury of closure or explanations.

 

The poem is a modern tragedy – an ode to the things we don’t do, and what those things could have been.

 

Billie x

BRAT

A long awaited venture East, to Brat at Climpson’s Arch – a creative offshoot of the Michelin star Brat in Shoreditch.

Velvet crab and duck breasts sizzle in the open air. A special meal – thank you! x

Nurse Billie

Will see you now.

 

Just a quick update on something I already suspected. For my piece of mind and yours, I decided to take a private BUPA antibody test – important to me as I am back globetrotting soon. The results arrived today. I do indeed have the antibodies (a good thing – meaning I have already caught Covid and fought it off, and am likely to now be immune – thanks Cheltenham races!). Thus technically making The Billie experience a holistic medical treatment, and tax deductible expense (or so Boris keeps telling me!)

 

Just thought I would share – I hope you are well, and it’s good news to know I most certainly am!

 

Big kisses,

Billie x

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