The news I got from the county was terrible. “I’m sorry to tell you this, but this land won’t perk.” the inspector said.
“What exactly does that mean?” I asked.
“It means the ground around here will not support a septic tank. So you can’t get a permit to build a septic tank, or a permit to put a house of any kind here.” he said.
“But I have a zoning waiver,” I said.
“If you had a sewage disposal system, you could put any thing here your waiver covers, but without that permit from out office you can’t put a tent on this lot.” He said.
“Isn’t there something I can do?” I asked.
“Yes, we can grant a waiver, if you put in a holding tank and have it pumped out every so often,” It’s cheaper to install, but it will be more expensive in the long run. You have to have it pumped out on a regular schedule and that could cost about a hundred dollar per pump.” he said.
“Well I own this land and I have the first unit on the way in the morning, so I’m going to have to get a holding tank installed.” I said. “You don’t happen to have a family member in that business do you?”
“What are you implying?” he asked.
“I’m not implying anything, I am asking for a referral. Any company who does the work in a way to meet your requirements will do,” I explained. I noted the Brit left me alone with him to work it out.
“There are three companies, who do work in the county. Either of them is going to do about the same thing. You can probably get an estimate on the phone that will be pretty close,” he said. That was as much as I could pen him down.
It was too late to bother with it all, so I just smiled and began plotting how to destroy his life. When I cooled down, I forgot about him.
“So, should I ride the trike back, or do you want to,” The Brit asked.
“That’s up to you.” I said just a little short.
“Then I think I will ride it back,” he said. “There is nothing else to do here until tomorrow.”
“No, there isn’t but I’m going to Mary Ellen’s store before I go home,” I informed him.
“Will there be violence?” he asked.
“I wouldn’t think so. If there is, it won’t last long and I don’t need any help.” I said.
“Very well, I do remember where her store is. If your car is there when I get there, I will stop just to look around. I do love a good cat fight. If it is not I will go back to your apartment.” he said. I nodded my agreement.
Mary Ellen wasn’t in the store, so I pretended to shop. I went into all the dressing rooms, and both the ladies and men’s room. “Can I help you find something,” the cute little teenager asked.
“I need to see Mary Ellen’s office,” I said.
“She wouldn’t like you looking around in there,” the teenager said.
“She most likely won’t like the cops poking around then,” I said handing her my cell phone. “You might want to give her a call.”
“Mary,” the kid said into the phone. “That crazy girlfriend of yours who looks like a guy is here. She is insisting on looking in your office.” Then she handed me the phone.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Mary Ellen asked.
“Mary Ellen, shut the fuck up and just listen. The Brit is on his way. Now we know you are helping Jeff and Phil bug my apartment. When he gets here we are then going to kick your fucking door down and recover the recordings. At that point I will call the police and have you charged with tapping my phone without my permission. Of course there is breaking and entering to plant them as well. So unless you can convince me this is harmless bullshit right this fucking minute I’n going to start kicking down doors. I grant you we might share a cell in county lock up tonight, but so be it.”
“Calm down Sylvia. Jeff and Phil just wanted to record some conversions about the business to play over some stock footage that is all. There is nothing to it. It’s not like we are going to the cops.”
“No and it’s not like you broke into my house and recorded me without my permission. I’m going in your office and I am taking all that shit to my apartment to review it. With or without your fucking permission, so to save your door, you need to tell Goldie locks to open the fucking door? I said really losing my temper.
“Well, put her on,” she said.
At exactly the same time The Brit walked in and the girl unlocked the office. I explained to him what had transpired. He asked, “Did she tell you where it is?” he asked.
“No and I didn’t ask,” I said.
It took just a moment to find the receiver and laptop under her desk. I took them both. “You are going to return those aren’t you?” the teen asked.
“Is this your shit?” I asked.
“No,” she said.
“Then it’s none of your fucking business,” I said and walked out of the shop. I glanced back to see The Brit backing out of the shop. He was watching my back. I was impressed.
When I was getting out of the car in the driveway, he pulled up on the trike and maneuvered it into the space front of the car.
“Are you calm yet?” he asked.
“I won’t be calm till I review this file and kick the shit out of Jeff and Phil,” I said. “I don’t want them in jail, I want to beat the shit out of them.”
“We could do that easily and probably get away with it, but do you really want to over a bunch of recordings that probably don’t mean anything. Cut your ties with them and tell them that next time you will cut off their penis,” he suggested.
Well you certainly know how to calm me down,” I said with a laugh. “Let’s go out to eat before I start with the tapes.”
“Let’s go to that cafe downtown,” he suggested.
“They are closed. Downtown is dead this time of night,” I said.
“Hello Sylvia, it’s only 6PM,” he said.
“Brit this is not Charlotte or some tourist town on the coast, this is County Seat,” I said. Everything within a mile of downtown is closed at 5PM.”
“Very well then where can we get a decent steak,” he asked.
“I don’t know how good they ares, but we can get steaks a couple of places. We will have to drive to Dobson,” I said.
“Well I am extremely tired of your midget car, made for midgets to drive, so I will take the company car,” he said.
Which is how we ending up in a chain restaurant that specialized in beef steak. They had other things. but steak was their specialty. “Now this is more like it,” The Brit said.
“So do you have the need for that rush you get from danger?” I asked.
“Not really, do you?” he asked.
“I could go either way.” I answered.
“That’s how I feel,” he said.
“Let’s not go looking for trouble, but if you ever want to find something, I know a couple of places.” I said.
“I would expect no less,” he suggested.
It was 9PM when we walked into the house. The message light was blinking on the answering machine. I walked over and turned it on, then thought better and paused the machine. I walked to the bathroom to remove my shorts. I went back to turn on the machine. Yes I was in a tee shirt and my panties. I had no problem with it, since I doubted it would effect the Brit. If it did that was okay as well.
I returned to the message machine. “Hello Sylvia you have to let me explain.” The voice was that of Jeff one of the photographers. “Call me please.”
“I say, are you going to call the poor chap,” The Brit asked.
“I promised you I wouldn’t kill him. I did not promise I would tell him that. Let him think I might kill him a while longer. I will do him good,” I said.
“Sylvie that is just pure evil,” he said.
I smiled and went to the next message. That one was from Phil saying pretty much the same thing. He ran out of time on the machine before he could finish his explanation. The third and final one was from Mary Ellen. She was insistent that I call her back immediately. I turned off the machine and then turned to the Brit.
“Tell me something Brit?”I demanded.
“What do you wish to know?” he asked.
“That dumb blond at Mary Ellen’s store today said I looked like a guy.” I said.
“So?” he asked.
“So, if I was a guy would you be interested?” I asked.
I was holding a glass of the peppermint shine in my hand. I had kept a bottle in the refrigerator just for times like this. When I needed a little extra courage.
He looked at me hard and said, “I could probably enjoy the hell out of it, if you kept your mouth shut, but you might not.” The Brit said.
“Have a drink and lets discuss this some more.” I said.
“Very well, but I don’t know how well this would work out,” he said.
“That’s okay that you don’t know, because I think I know,” I said as I lowered myself to my knees between his legs. I unzipped him while he took a deep pull on the water bottle. I had his cock and took it into my mouth and made love to it. I kissed his cock and slid it in and out of my mouth. I made my mouth wet and tight for him.
In spite of himself I felt him harden in my mouth. I worked his cock softly and lovingly, but he didn’t pump my mouth, He just sat there letting his cock get massaged and growing harder all the time.
Then without warning he pushed my away. He raised me to my feet then began to kiss me. “You really do that well. You are a very accomplished cock sucker.” I almost said thank you, till I remembered he told me not to speak. He turned me so that my back was to him.
“This is how I would jack your dick, if you were my lover.” he said putting his hand inside my panties. It came to rest over my clit. He massaged it roughly without opening the hood. I yelped in pain. I couldn’t help it.
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
“Yes,No.” answered. “Yes, but I don’t care.”
He bent me into the wall. I held myself up with my hands and learned forward. I felt his hard penis against my anus. I almost begged him to penetrate me, but I didn’t have to he was working his hard cock into my back channel. I could feel the strange sensation inside my channel. The intruding cock was moving things in the wrong direction. The sensation was maddening. I didn’t think I would feel so full, since he was only average, but in the rear opening he felt huge.
I felt him working his penis inside me. It never went far from fully extended but then returned to his maximum penetration dept. I felt him speed up and move harder and fast inside my abused backside, until he stiffened and I actually felt his hot cum inside me. I knew that even after he pulled out of me I would feel the results. I would most likely feel the seeping of his cum out my rectum and the strange need to evacuate my bowels all the next day. Even though nothing would come of it, I would feel that need all day.