New Year and New Start 
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
What everyone needs in the New Year is a New Start!


New Year and New Start

Michael breathed a sigh; it was the New Year and after last year he was glad
to start this one off in a much more positive way. Last year had been a bad
one, what with the divorce, and everything that came with that, like the cost,
losing the house, then moving out, as it always has to be the man that does
that! And the final straw being the firm he was working for going bankrupt!
Well, it had been a really shitty year! But things were now, or they seemed to
be, all heading in a new and much better direction, or so he hoped.

He'd managed to get a job, thanks to one of his mates, and another mate had
got him a flat to live in, so that was the essentials taken care of. It wasn't
all great, but it was OK and Michael was determined to do better, to move onto
something better than this. And it had taken a while, but he had, as he'd
landed himself a decent job interview today for a much better ... ... ! Well,
it wasn't a 'job' it was a 'position' and the 'pay' was actually a 'salary'
and that too was so much better. Plus, he'd also managed, through a 'friend'
to get himself an apartment, which he'd moved into only yesterday so
everything was all over the place.

But that didn't matter right now as he was making his way to his interview.
Today was a good day, he had somewhere new and better to live now, and he had
the interview to attended. Plus of course, he was starting his new life after
his divorce. He'd already been on three dates, OK they were just an OK kind of
a date, nothing special, but he was dating again, and he was off to a new job!
Well, it was just the interview, but it was for quite a prestigious firm here
in The City, and for them to select him for an interview! Well, that meant he
had 'something' and they were interested in him! Even if he didn't get the
position, which he was sure he would, he was on the up, he was someone that
people wanted. Yes, it was looking as if this was a good new start to a New
Year and Michael was feeling confident that this year was going to be his
year!

He'd made sure he was on time for the interview, in fact he was early, quite
early indeed and had a bit of time to kill before he even went into the firm's
offices. So, he went off for a coffee to pass that bit of time. In the plaza
area that was the central focal point of the business area here in The City,
Michael went up to one of those carts to get his coffee. That was no problem,
but then as he turned to walk away, THUD! He bumped into someone, a woman, 'Oh
Dear!' "Sorry I ... ... " The woman huffed and raised her arms as she looked
down at the coffee that this man had just spilt down her nice new, clean and
very white blouse! 'Oh, Dear, indeed!

There wasn't a lot that Michael could do, he'd apologised and wasn't going to
even attempt to blush the coffee away. As this woman did seem to have quite a
full chest and doing anything like that would be most inappropriate! The
woman, the older woman with short dark hair, wearing large very dark
sunglasses, and with bright very red lips, she didn't look, from what he could
see, didn't look impressed at all. Even through those very dark glasses the
man knew she wasn't happy with him. She started to rebuke him quite severely
and as she looked down at her now wet, coffee-stained blouse, Michael saw his
chance and slipped away to the side and was gone!

All he wanted was a coffee and to sit down pass a bit of time before his
interview, he didn't need some old, but possibly good looking, woman ranting
at him. So, he'd done what anyone, any man would have down, he'd scarpered.
Well away from the coffee cart where he found somewhere in the plaza to sit
and enjoy his now half cup of coffee! He looked back but couldn't see the
woman anymore which was good. And anyway, this was a business area, with lots
of drinks and food outlets, and it wouldn't have been the first time that
someone had accidently had a spillage over them would it.

After finishing what coffee, he had left and then having a look around the
plaza and general area, as he was confident, he'd be properly working here
soon. It was now time to make his way over to the building where this firm was
based. In the building he went, up to the right floor, which he checked twice,
out the lift and over to the reception desk where he reported in. Signing the
book and getting his visitors badge he sat down in the waiting area ready to
be called in for his interview.

There was one other man sat there, waiting, and "Mr Jones, come this way!"
Gavin turned to see a tall, quite formal, but attractive looking redhead stood
there holding a clipboard. The man, the Mr Jones, was a quite older man, a bit
frail looking with glasses, and as the woman had spoken, he'd almost jumped at
his name being called. And then slowly he'd got up ready to follow the obvious
female assistant, secretary, admin staff, whatever the correct term was now
days. Just before they moved off the woman, looked down her clipboard, then
over to Michael and again in her formal voice. "You're the next candidate,
I'll come for you when Miss Prendergast is ready for you." Then she turned and
with Mr Jones following she went off down a long corridor.

Michael now knew that 'Mr Jones' was one of the other candidates and seeing
him it gave this man even more confidence that, 'yes he's going to get this
job!' So, now as he waited for his turn, his interview all he could do was to
run over inside his head his CV and that application form for this job, for
this position in the firm. Just to make sure he was ready for anything they
asked him.

Michael Clarke - (with an E)

Age 30 - (which showed he wasn't wet behind the ear, but still young enough to
learn and be at the firm for a long time - not like Mr Jones who looked as if
he'd be retiring in a year or two)

Single - (he wasn't going to mention the divorce, shows that he'd failed at
something, so not good to mention that!)

Qualification - (he'd picked out a whole list of good and relevant stuff, that
made him look as if he knew what he was doing, even if some of it had only
been a half hour long online course)

Experience - (he grinned at that and wondered to himself if the redhead was
single? as he'd like to get to know her! Michael had listed all his jobs, even
where the company had gone bankrupt, but he couldn't be blamed for that, could
he!)

Interest - (The normal list of stuff that made him look good but he'd never
done, he'd just googled a few bits in case someone asked a question. Then
there was the new 'must have' on a CV, 'voluntary charity work!' and of course
he'd done this, but only the once, just so he could put it on his CV!)

Yes, Michael was sure he was OK here, his CV was good and he could bluff his
way through any questions about qualification, experience, hobbies or anything
like that. This job was in the bag, that's when he saw the feeble looking Mr
Jones coming down the corridor looking somewhat dejected. Obviously, his
interview hadn't gone well and been cut short, one less of the competition for
Michael to worry about. Things were defiantly going his way now, 'The jobs
mine!'

There was a short wait and then the attractive, formal, redhead woman, who
looked as if she was just a bit younger than Michael, which was good, appeared
again. She followed the normal procedure "Mr Clark, come this way!" She turned
and walked off down the corridor. Michael got up and quickly followed, but it
was strange, as he'd not had it before but somehow, even though she'd just
said it he was sure she'd missed the 'E' off is name! He couldn't explain it,
even to himself, but he was sure he was right! He was going to mention it,
even if he didn't really know how to explain it, as she had this real formal
expression on her attractive face. So, he thought he'd 'better not!' 'Wait
'till I'm working here and talk to her over the coffee machine, that would be
best!'

Down the corridor, round the corner and then a bit further along until they
came to a black door with a name plate 'Miss Prendergast Head of
Administration', so this was the woman that was going to interview him. The
redhead knocked, opened the door stood to the side and indicated for the man
to go in. He smiled at her, even if she didn't smile back, leaving Michael
with the thought 'going to have to work on her!' Then he stepped into the
office.

It was a quite large office with two sides, the far wall and right-hand side
wall all glass windows, as the office was situated on the corner part of the
building. It gave the office an impressive view out onto the plaza area and
the rest of the business area of The City. The other two walls consisted of,
one of course had the doorway he'd just come through in it and on the other
wall there was a selection of some quite vulgar 'modern art' pictures. He
hoped he wouldn't be asked for an opinion on any of them as he'd have to lie
and lie well! The rest of the office was again modern with a large glass top
desk in front of the far glass window wall, and some plain black leather seats
here and there.

Of course, there was also Miss Prendergast the woman who was going to
interview him, plus two other women, obviously part of the interview team. But
it was at this point that Michael started to notice a bit more here! Like the
fact that Miss Prendergast, the woman stood there by the side of the glass top
desk reading a file. It was how she looked, somewhat like the woman he'd
knocked into and spilt his coffee over. Well in fact it was the same woman, it
was just that Michael really didn't want to admit that to even himself right
now. He was at this point just hoping, praying that she wouldn't recognise
him!

But even so and being a man, he took a second to take in just how she looked.
A bit shorter than him, an older woman with short dark hair, now that she'd
lost those large sunglasses, she looked OK, even not bad, not bad at all. Yes,
an older woman, but not unattractive with her older features. She defiantly
had this mature appeal to her, that he liked. And now that he was taking more
of a note, he could see that she had quite a good and shapely body too. A body
wrapped up in high heeled black shoes, black stocking, a black leather skirt
that came down to her knees. Going up there was now a pink blouse, Michael
guessed that after their little 'accident' she'd had to change her top, but
still it fitted well and as he'd noticed before she indeed had quite a full
chest!

Yes, she didn't look too bad at all and Michael had to smile, as he thought to
himself that he'd enjoy working for her, and maybe he could even 'enjoy' ...
... ! That's when the woman, Miss Prendergast, looked up from her file, the
one on the candidates she was interviewing today, looked up into the eyes of
the man that had spilled the coffee over her! Yes, she recognised him and the
look on her face, a cross, irritated look, and a look that told Michael
'Oppps!' For a second, the normally fast thinking, assured and sometimes cocky
man was at a loss, as he now felt things where 'not' starting to go his way!

If this was a bad moment then what he saw next made it a really awful moment.
His eyes now also took in fully, for the first time the other two women that
were here in the room the blond and the brunette that were sat over there at
either ends of the long leather covered settee. But it wasn't the fact that
there was two other women here, it was the fact that Michael recognised both
of them. There was the blond female, Charlie, that's the name she went by and
had done since she and Michael were very young as she was his younger Sister!
A couple of years younger than Brother Michael, but still she was his Sister.
Then at the other end of the settee there was the brunette, her name was
Stephanie, and she was Michael's Ex-wife!

It was at that moment that he thought 'Shit!' this isn't going the way he'd
wanted at all! In a couple of seconds, he'd gone from a man full of confidence
to the over cocky lad who'd just been shot down in flames just by seeing all
of this and without even a word being spoken! It wasn't looking good for him.
He tried to work it all out in his head, to make sense of it. The older woman,
Miss Prendergast and the incident with the coffee was bad enough, he might
have even been able to handle that. But his Sister and ex-wife here too,
'Shit!' this was too bad for words!

He knew his Sister, Charlie, the woman with the short blond hair sat at the
end closes to him on the settee. Knew she worked somewhere in the business
area of The City. But like any Brother, who didn't get on that well with his
sibling, he'd obviously never paid any attention to what she said. He didn't
know who or where she worked, but as he now looked at her, he knew, he really
did know now!

Then there was his Ex-wife, the brunette with the much longer hair who was sat
at the other far end of that settee. Since the divorce Michael had had barley
any contact with her, as he took less interest in what she was doing than his
Sister. He knew, just about, that she'd got a job or something, but that's all
he knew, But now he knew exactly where and for who she was working.

His Sister and his Ex, both working at the same place he'd come for an
interview, could it get any worse?

It was about now that Michael was in fear that this job interview was only
going one way. In fact, knowing both his Sister and his Ex, he knew he wasn't
going to get the job. Just as he's made the decision to turn around, walk out
and forget all about this, the older woman, Miss Prendergast having seen his
file now spoke, "so your Michael, are you?" There's a tone of authority in her
voice, which probably went with the roll of 'Head of Administration.' But
there was also something else in the way she said that, it wasn't a question
nor a statement and he wondered just what she meant by that.

"I've heard a few things about you, none of which were complimentary either!"
A new tone as the man's head turned towards the only people who could have
'told tails!' As he turned Sister Charlie was now up on her feet and had this
kind of a sarcastic smile on her face. Plus, the Ex, Stephanie she was still
sat there, crossed leg with a grin on her face that told the man that she
would just love to tell anyone what he was like! He looked back at Miss
Prendergast who carried on "I, with some interesting input from my colleagues
here ... ... " He knew what that meant! " ... ... have reviewed your
application and it's obvious that you're not the sort of person we want
working here!"

Angrily Michael turned back to his Ex, he could just feel her fingerprints all
over this. She'd got her divorce, the money, the house, what more did she
want, to break him totally? He went to move towards his Ex, who still sat
there and somehow her grin seemed even more mocking to him now. Not knowing if
or what he would do, he took a step towards her and, THUD! OOOWWWHHH! He'd
been too focused on his Ex-wife and forgotten about his Sister who'd still
been stood nearby. But as he'd taken that step towards Stephanie, so Charlie
had taken a step and thrown her fist at her Brother.

His younger Sister's clenched fist had gone driving into his unprotected
stomach, a really forcefully blow that stopped the Brother in his tracks, and
in an instant. It made him shudder and gasp for breath, as it really was a
good, solid blow. One that would have stopped most men when caught unprepared
like that, and Michael was no exception here. In fact, he took a couple of
short shuffling steps backwards, the blow had been that hard. Then when he'd
stopped, tried for his second breath, he leant forwards hoping this would ease
the pain. But as he'd bent forwards, WHACK!

Again, it was Charlie who struck out for a second time throwing her leg
straight up and into the falling chest of her Brother. The smart pinstriped
trouser suite she was wearing gave her good movement, allowed an easy flow, so
she could swing that leg of hers so hard and carefree. This time Michael's
whole body shock, even though it had been his chest that took the hit, it
seemed as if the strike had reverberated all the way through his body. Even up
into his head, which he had to shake to now try get rid of that feeling so
that he could try to think straight.

While the Sister had stepped in to stop her Brother, his Ex-wife was now up on
her feet. That last blow had made the man stagger even further backwards this
time with larger steps and causing him to cough, splutter and gasp, then
CRACK! The Ex, in her shoes, white stockings, dark long skirt with a large
split down each side and then further up a quite lovely and lacey silk purple
blouse. This well-dressed woman had kicked out, the splits in her skirt
allowing enough movement to throw her leg towards her Ex. So, sending her shoe
into his gut as he's just stopping going backwards.

Just as one blow to his chest, from his Sister, had sent him back and no
sooner than he'd managed to stop himself, another blow to his body, from his
Ex, had caught him by surprise. That last blow was too much, shaking and
losing his balance, he'd gone down, landing on his backside, then toppling
over so he now lay on the floor of the office. He rolled onto his back, took a
deep breath, even though he couldn't work this all out he knew he had to get
up and, CRUNCH! Suddenly and across his throat a foot, or rather a high heeled
shoe appeared and gently, or not so gently, pressed down. It was Miss
Prendergast, the older woman who was in charge here and now it seemed she was
in charge of the man on the floor! One false move and he'd be in real trouble!
And by the look on her face, both he and her knew this!

Her eyes moved up and down the man as he lay there, unconcerned with what had
just happened here in her office, almost as if it was immaterial, normal!
Then, "I've been told that you're not much of a man, not much good at anything
... ... " No guesses who she'd heard that from! " ... ... , and by the looks
of this assessment, what I've been told about you seems to be right." 'This
was an assessment!' She continued, "you don't seem to be suitable to worked
here, well not doing any worthwhile job that is. That Mr Jones you saw
earlier, he's a much better candidate for the position on offer than you!" Now
that was bad, how the hell was he better than Michael? But then the man
realised what had just happened to him and that he was now lying on the floor
of this woman office, with her foot across his throat!

"My colleagues have told me all about you, what you're like, and I mean 'all'
about you!" As she spoke there was a gentle increase in pressure with her
foot, at the same time his smiling Sister and grinning Ex-wife appeared
together at the bottom of his feet. A look of childish delight on each their
faces as they watched their boss continue with the interview. Michael knew
exactly what she meant by that and now he hated his Sister and Ex-wife even
more now, 'how could they?' "But we do seem to have a vacancy for an office
skivvy, and again on the advice of my colleagues here it would seem that you
would be just about suited to this roll!"

In a flash, memories that the man would rather forget, came flooding back to
him. Plus, he was sure that the woman here Miss Prendergast would have been
told these stories and knew all the details!

Friction between Michael and his Sister went back years, they'd never had the
best of sibling relationships and it had got even worse, for Michael that is.
Their childhood had always been one of being spiteful and telling tails on
each other, so when they became young adults of course it was going to get
even more competitive. Plus, someone would of course come off worse for wear
in all this, and there were no guesses that it would be Michael.

It had been a few years ago when the Brother had just started University and
his younger Sister was still at college, it was the summer or there abouts.
The weather was hot, their parents where away and they, the siblings had the
house to themselves. That's when there had been confusion as to who's 'turn'
it was to have a party in the house, while the parents where away. Each had
invited their own friends and being siblings at war, so to speak, neither
could bring themselves to say 'let's just have one big party!' OH No, that
would be far too easy and so ... ... !

Out in the garden on the patio near to the swimming pool, they'd argued.
Loudly and in front of each group of their friends, Michael being the older
and the 'man' he'd grabbed onto his little Sister's arm and as he shook her
and was about to shout some more, when, WHACK! Instinctively and with some
real anger for her Brother, Charlie had kicked out and caught her 'Brother
dear' right between his legs. There'd been a loud gasp from all those that
were out there watching this. And lots of the boys, men, friends of Michael,
they'd all cringed and tightened themselves up, as if feeling the same pain
that their mate was now going through!

There'd been a pause as Charlie took in just what she'd done, and at that
moment it could have gone either way. But instead of being shocked and sorry
for what she'd done, out of anger, she paused then ginned, and smiled. She
really didn't like her Brother, and easily told herself that he deserved it
and it was a decision that would put a much larger wedge between these two
right up to today! WHACK! The Sister struck again, this time her knee went up
into his face as it fell forwards, his body had bent over as the kick to his
groin had caused him so much pain. Then as if she was getting the feel for all
this and her gymnastic and dance lessons all seemed to merge together and took
over. Charlie found herself going into a spinning move, bringing her leg up
and slamming her shoe into the side of her hurt and doubled over Brother!

That blow had caused Michael to dropped down onto his knees, there was more
cried of 'OOOWWWHHH!' and gasps of 'horror', of 'shock' and some of
'entertaining delight' too! A photo was taken at that moment by one of
Charlie's friends, a photo that kept on cropping up and had gone onto haunt
Michael for years to come. But that wasn't the end of it, there had been a
couple more twirling, twisting moves, legs raised and feet shoved in hard into
the knelt Brother. There was blood, a good strike to his nose, caused it to
swell and bleed and another blow caught near to his eye, which led to a good
blackeye that lasted for over a week. But the final humiliation in all this
was after she thrown her foot a good number of times into her Brother, and
found out that she'd liked it, enjoyed it. But Charlie had wanted to really
embarrass Michael, so she'd reached out took hold of his arm and now helping
her stunned Brother up onto his feet, SMACK!

A good swinging punch to his jaw, one that makes him visibly shake as everyone
there could clearly see. There was blood from his lip now and the 'poor' man,
the Brother had even lost a tooth, again this was now a permanent reminder to
him of that day. To finish it off, and taking another good firm hold of her
Brother by his arm, she moved, fast, swinging him around. Of course, where she
pulled, dragged him, he had to go, had to follow, and then as she let go,
SPLASH! The Sister, fully in control had sent her older, bigger Brother
stumbling around and then flung him over towards the swimming pool. As there
was nothing to stop him, he went flying, stumbling, tripping towards and then
into the pool. The Sister sending her Brother in for a swim! There was
laughter, from everyone now, more photos taken and it had been an incident
that Michael had and could never live down.

There had been a few other 'incidents', a few other times when the little
Sister had used her fists and feet again on him, as she's got a bit a liking
for doing this now. Not with so many people about but still she'd put him on
his arse and left him hurt yet again. Leaving him with that defiant feeling
that once more she'd got the better of him. So, there you had the bad feeling
between the two. Michael hated his Sister for the humiliation she's caused him
and Charlie? Well, she just didn't like her older Brother, but she'd found
that beating him, in 'anyway' she could, well it really was a good way for her
to get over her 'issues' with him!

But back to now and back to here in the office, and lying there on the floor
with the older woman's shoe still across his throat. But this still left
Michael with why he was so unhappy at seeing his Ex-wife again! Well, the fact
that they'd divorced could have something, a lot to do with all that. The fact
that she got the money, the car, the house, the ... ... well everything. But
of course, there were other things too! The reason, well the final reason that
the divorce had gone through could be one of them!

It had been earlier last year; in fact, just after the New Year. And around
the time when Michael had found out by accident that the firm, he was working
for was having some quite bad financial difficulties. Which he'd found out
from the owner's wife. Found out while they were talking, enjoying a glass of
Champaign as they lay there on the bed together of their very expensive hotel
room. The room, the bed they'd spent more than a bit of time in that weekend.
Then a few weeks later they'd found themselves back in another hotel bed, for
another weekend away together! This weekend and Michael's excuse to his wife
was that he was on a 'fact finding visit' which was all part of his job. But
the only facts he was finding out was just how hot his boss's wife was in bed,
in the shower, in the bath, over the couch, and the session in the hotel
wardrobe had been quite 'interesting' too!

But this weekend was also the weekend that the woman, the boss's wife had told
one of her friends about, in confidence. Told her that she was going for
another trip 'away' with her 'new friend!' Then, and again in complete
confidence, the friend had mentioned it to someone else who'd ... ... Well one
thing had led to another and one of Stephanie's friends had overheard all
this. So, a quick call had been made to Step, to let her know what had just
been heard. Which had all been a bit of a shock to Stephanie, as she'd only
been speaking to her husband a half hour earlier. He'd even been saying how
this 'fact finding trip' was all a bit boring, but it had to be done. It was
all part of his job! Little did Steph know at the time her husband was having
his dick sucked by his boss's wife, so it couldn't really be 'that boring'
could it!

So, armed with this new information, that her husband wasn't on any works trip
and using some extra information she had! As although he didn't know it, yet,
Michael's car had had a GPS 'secretly' installed in it only a couple weeks
earlier. It happened when Steph had taken it in for its annual 'service!' The
wife, being a woman, had her own intuition about her husband, she'd become
somewhat suspicious of Michael over the past year. Plus, her 'friend' had
advise her that, 'men can only be trusted to be led by their dicks, not like
women!' So, the suspicious wife was spying on her husband, but for good
reason, as he was up to something!

So, it was early on the Sunday morning that Stephanie arrived at the hotel
spar. Yes, it looked all very lovely and expensive and so nice, that she
thought to herself, as she walked through the reception area, 'must bring my
friend here for a weekend myself!' At the front desk Stephanie found a quite
lovely receptionist who, after a few sweet words, was more than happy to
assist by giving her the room number her husband and his 'friend' where
staying in. The receptionist also informing the quite pretty brunette
Stephanie that 'her husband', Michael was already up and just gone into the
spar area to take a sauna! Steph, smiled and thanked the nice receptionist,
then made her way to the sauna.

It didn't take long for the wife to find her husband there in the spar area of
the hotel. He'd just changed and had one of those large white towels wrapped
around him as he was heading towards the sauna. With a smile on his face as a
particularly pretty young woman had just gone in there. But as he went to
reach out for the door, to maybe chance his arm with the girl inside, he
heard, "How's the fact finding going?"

Michael turned to see his wife stood there, which was so much of a shock to
him, as he'd thought he been so clever to cover his tracks in all this. But
obviously she was here now, so something had gone wrong and by the look on her
face any smart, quick thinking excuse he came up wasn't going to wash with
her. Which was a shame as he'd already, in that brief second, came up with a
quite plausible idea, well he thought so.

But he wouldn't get the opportunity to try it out as, still with his hand on
the handle for the sauna door, Stephine started to make her way over towards
her husband. Then as she got close to her shocked and bewildered husband,
WHACK! It was a blow that the man would not forget, even if he didn't see it,
he sure as hell felt it. His wife's clenched fist as it came swinging around
and struck hard into the side of his face. As for Stephine well she'd remember
that look on her husband's face, the look of shock at seeing her the second
before she swung that arm around. Then the look of stunned surprise and hurt
as he screwed his face up after she's struck.

But it wasn't just the looks, it was the fact that Michael also wobbled, his
legs losing it for a moment as she hit him, OK he did steady himself quickly
but it was that tremor that she'd sent through his body that had also pleased
the woman. As his head had gone off one way due to the blow, and now as it
came back so that he could look at his wife again. But before his eyes could
focus properly, THUD! She struck again, but this time it was her knee that
she'd sent up into that nice white fluffy spar towel around his waist. Up into
his groin her knee went and gave the woman a great deal of satisfaction.

As her husband now gasped and bent forwards to try and ease the pain, she'd
just driven into him, Stephanie found another opportunity was right before
her. Bent over like this the woman took hold of the situation, well took hold
of her husband by his head and, WHACK! THUD! CRUNCH! Three driving knees, into
his gut, chest and face as the wife let out her anger towards her husband. But
as she still had that firm grasp on his head with both hands, she thought,
'why not' and did it all over again this time with some extra anger behind
each blow.

She hurt, dazed and confused him, as she let go of some, just a bit, of her
frustration towards him. Then and without thinking about it the wife, who was
now after all that, somewhat worked up, she lashed out even harder, CRACK!
ARRRHHHH! She raised that leg again, this time higher and to the side, then
twisted her body and bringing that leg around she drove her knee into the side
of Michael's bent over head. The blow was devastating, for the man, he saw
stars, he wobbled, staggered felt as if he was going to, SMACK!

The woman had kind of got the hang of this, those extra classes she'd taken up
at the gym, to supple her body up were working. She could really move herself
now and with another twisting move, another raised leg, her other leg this
time, and a kick out. It was the other side of her husband's face that now
caught that blow and it was one that sent his head fully into a dazed mush. As
he lost control of his legs and dropped down to his knees. Then just as the
wife was going to try something else, the husband went all blank, his head now
covered in darkness as he'd finally succumb to unconsciousness. Toppling over,
falling down, face first onto the hard granite floor of the sauna room, and in
front of his wife.

Stephine was disappointed she was just getting into her stride here, and she
was finding she was enjoying it, it felt very liberating to her. But after a
frustrated kick to her husband body, followed by another kick and a promise
she'd make him pay, her thoughts turned to divorce! As she turned to leave,
there at the door to the sauna room was the attractive female receptionist,
the one who'd told her where to find her husband. Now there were a couple of
knowing smiles and a couple of ideas!

Using her husband's details, that the receptionist willingly supplied,
Stephine booked a most lovely room here at the hotel for herself. She ordered
Champaign and all sorts of other delights, all billed to Michael's room of
course. And as the lovely receptions was just coming off duty and she didn't
want to just go back home to her own husband! Stephine invited her to join her
in her luxury room, for as long as she liked, and for the wife, the wives, it
was a very enjoyable stay in that room that they had!

So, after his wife had beat him, after he'd been found hurt in the sauna room
and taken back to his room. After he was now unable to think straight, and
with his boss's wife shouting at him that it was all his fault and they were
going to be found out! After he'd found out his wife had booked herself into
the hotel, in the room next door and was 'enjoying herself' ... ... ! After
all that, he was then served with the divorce papers, and as Steph gave him
the papers, she also gave him another beating so he wouldn't forget this
moment! The only good thing was that his boss was to distracted by the firm's
finical problems, that he didn't find out about the affair Michael was having
with his wife. So, he got away with that, only just though, but he didn't get
away with the divorce!

So now back in the office and seeing both his Sister and his Ex-wife, it
brought back some of those very painful memories. Knowing these two and how
they'd just love to get one, another one over on him. If they were any part of
this recruitment process, they'd, both, want to get his dragged into here,
raise his hope and then knock him down, while taking the job away from under
his feet. Which was actually what they'd done to him. The smug looks on both
their faces told him that! They'd certainly knocked him down and now lying
there, with the older woman, Miss Prendergast's foot, shoe still across his
throat, he wasn't going to get the job and they'd humiliated him yet again.
All that was left now, was for Michael to turn his back on all these women,
and to walk away from all this. To leave and try to forget all this, but in
this position, with that foot on his throat, that would be difficult to do
right now, very difficult to do indeed!

But now Miss Prendergast took her foot away, which was good, very good for
Michael, he could breathe a bit easier now, in more than one way. But as he
breathed that sigh of relief, ARRRRHHHH! The older woman reached down grabbed
him by his hair and was now dragging Michael quite harshly up off of her
office floor. Well, he'd been there for a while now and was making the place
look untidy!

As he came upward, with his eyes closed as even though she was an 'older'
female, she didn't lack any strength in getting him up in a very forceful way.
Before he was fully up, WHACK! Michael didn't see where the blow came from,
but he felt it and it could have only been this older woman, Miss Prendergast,
as it was a hard punch straight into his gut. The blow drove a good amount of
air out of him, again making him gasp for even more breath. It also made him
double over, his upper body falling, straight into, THUD! A second obvious
blow, a knee this time going up into his falling body and a blow again with a
lot of force, energy and a lot of drive behind it. So much so that it sent
Michael flying, tumbling backwards, with his arms flung outwards and unable to
control himself he went back and straight towards ... ... ! WHACK! CRACK!

There was a double blow to his back as he went falling rewards. A pounding
clenched fist into his right kidney area from his blond Sister and a driving
toecap of a smart shoe, straight into the base of his spine, from the Ex. Two
strikes as he went back, as the women went forwards and into him. The blows
made his body shake one way, then a second later as the other strike was felt,
his body shook the other way. Plus, it all hurt, so much so that he dropped
down onto one knee, his body tensing up, his face screwed up, his eyes closed
tight as all this hurt. Hurt in a way that had gone up a notch and he didn't
think was possible, but it didn't stop there.

Now it was time for Miss Prendergast to join in again, she strolled up to the
man down there on one knee. She wasn't in any hurry, and it certainly didn't
matter to her if this 'candidate' for the job was in any discomfort. In fact,
if he was, which he should be, it would just go to show his suitability for
this other job the female boss had in mind for him. After all the role of
office skivvy did require the 'candidate' to show the ability to suffer and
suffer well!

She was now stood there in front of Michael as his face was slowly starting to
open up more as he was dealing with all this pain in a bit better way. Then as
his eyes slowly stared to open and he could make out a blurred figure stood
there, as she came more into focus and he could see who this was, WHACK! The
older woman, the boss here made her move, she wanted him to know it was her
stood there, her who'd sent that leg thundering into him, and hurting him even
more. Then as he tensed himself after another painful hit, the female boss
reached down, grabbed hold of him by his shirt with both hands and pulled him
upwards, up onto his feet.

As he was dragged up Miss Prendergast's arms moved sharply as she flung the
rising man away from her. Michael tumbled, staggered backwards and just as he
was the right distance away, THUD! OOOHHHH! CRASH! The mature female kicked
out at the right moment, sending her leg, her foot into his gut and so
catapulting him backwards. He went reward after a very sturdy kick into his
body, went flying back, and there was nothing to stop him as he went crashing
into the very large glass window that was behind him.

The whole of that glass window wall shook, and for just a second, the boss
woman and her two colleagues all thought it was going to smash, or where they
just hoping? But it didn't, which in some way was a bit of an anti-climax, as
the women had all thought it would be 'interesting' to see him crash through
it and then fall! But luckily, for Michael, it didn't break, the window and
the man just both shook. The sound this all made seemed to reverberate all the
way through the man, his body and up into his brain. It would be a sound he
wouldn't forget.

But now he seemed to be almost stuck to that window, still with his arms
stretching out to the sides, as if he was still falling backwards. Then
slowly, as if the 'glue holding him there' was now fading, he started to slide
down the window, down to the floor. But already Miss Prendergast had walked
over to him and before he'd slipped down too far, CRACK! SMACK! THUD! The
female boss beat this candidate down with her fists, he wouldn't be allowed to
just slid down, she was the one who was going to put him down. But just as he
was about to fall down on his arse, the boss reached out, grabbed onto him
with both hands. She twisted, turned at the same time dragging him up, then
around, so she flung him back into the centre of her office and down to the
floor there. That was the last thing that Michael remembered, being tossed
over and down to the floor, after that it was all a dull, dark, hazy, blur.

He didn't realise it, but he'd been there on the floor for a while and as he
started to come out of this haze, as his eyes started to open and let in the
light. He now started to think, see and feel the pain his body was wrapped in.
He started to remember what had happened to him, his eye opened up more and he
could make out the inside of the office again and that he was still lying
there on the floor. Plus of course, he could feel the pain that had a strong
hold on his body too.

Then as he tried to fight against the pain, that had a good grip on him, there
was something else that caught his attention. There was a sound and one that
the man kind of recognised. He had to turn over and look towards this sound,
to see if it was what he thought it was. Moving his hurt body, painfully over,
bringing his arm and hand down so he could start to push himself upwards.
Shaking, painfully his head so his eyes could focus properly and 'Oh My!' What
he'd thought he'd heard, was in fact what he thought it was, and it was
something of a shock to the man.

That moaning and groaning sound was coming from the large desk with the glass
top. The desk that belonged to the woman who was now lying on top of it, after
it looked like that, she'd lost most of her clothes! As she lay here there was
the man's blond Sister, Charlie who was bent over and lapping, licking,
sucking on this older woman's large round left breast and nipple. While biting
teasing, use her mouth and tongue on Miss Prendergast right breast was
Michael's Ex, Stephanie! The older woman, the female boss here was obviously
enjoying her devoted colleagues' attention.

Then having moved over the boss's large breasts the two women, the blond and
brunette came closer and closer to each other. Close enough for the two
'friends' to now kiss. It looked as if Miss Prendergast, Sister Charlie and
the Ex- Stephanie all looked as if they had a good close working and friendly
relationship! But Michael was still not sure if this was a business meeting
going on, or maybe it was part of the blonds and brunette office duties? But
it did look as if everyone was having a good time and they were all use to all
this kind of desk work!

Michael wasn't going to hang around and find out how he'd done in the
'interview' as he now turned towards the door. He was ready to make his,
painful, way upwards and stagger over to the door and get out of there, while
he could. But as he pushed himself upwards, turned towards the door and ...
... ! And then he was looking at the shoes, legs, skirt of! He turned his head
further upwards and there staring down at him was the good looking redhead
who'd shown him here into the office. Miss Prendergast's delightful and tasty
other office assistant.

The woman who was looking down with a glaring stare was not to be ignored,
Michael could clearly see that. "Where do you think you're going? Your duties
as office skivvy are not over with, not by a long shot ... ... !