Chasing Rainbows Read Free Page B

aroused.
    Everything about her irritated him, the way she stuck her disgusting tongue in his mouth, the way she scratched his back and wrapped her legs around him.
    He did not like returning home with marks on his skin, Mary might be daft but she was not stupid.
    Coming out of his daydream, Doug spoke rather harshly,
    “ Who is this?”
    She sounded almost disappointed as she answered, “Olivia”.
    Of course! It was the chatterbox from the charity, how could he have forgotten 'pink sweater'?
    After spending a week looking for her across the road and never seeing her, she was dismissed from his mind that was already full.
    “ OK, when?” he said.
    She began to speak quickly, not stopping for breath, “Well it was the only time I could get, Warren says it will be filthy, but we will have it to ourselves as the cleaners do not come in till Monday morning, Sunday morning was the only time available”.
    What an inconvenience! He liked his Sunday lie ins. However, the prospect of seeing her again might not be so bad and now he had the perfect excuse to end it with Kath.
    “ Right, I will be there about eleven,” he replied, rudely putting the phone down before Olivia could reply.
    Doug had forgotten all about the fashion show and now he had two days in which to work out six sets.
    He rummaged through his briefcase looking for the brown envelope that appeared on his desk, the week after their meeting.
    He took out the red notebook.
    Very neatly written inside were details of clothes and models leaving spaces for him to fill in.
    He was impressed, she was very organised. Not what he imagined at all, he expected an envelope full of chaos.
    Olivia presented like a child with enthusiasm, ideas and thoughts all over the place, with no discipline.
    This little book was full of information and discipline. How wrong he was.
    This was not a book from a stationers either, it was homemade, like her sweater.
    The following two days were spent in his shed after work.
    Doug was listening to his music, reliving old memories and looking forward to a job where once again he would be the star and shine; his professionalism working to his advantage and his gift being appreciated by all.
    Doug hoped, no expected, at least two assignments from this job, maybe some disc jockey jobs at a birthday or wedding.
    Perhaps there would be someone at the venue who could take Kath's place, after all he was used to running three women at a time.
    There would be lots of women at this fashion show needing his kind of loving.
    Doug prided himself on his lovemaking, after years of practice he knew exactly what to say to the woman, where to touch her and for how long.
    He felt a rush of blood down below as he thought of the warm mound between a woman's legs that would swell at his touch.
    On Sunday morning Doug rose early and went down to the club where he was met by Anne, one of Olivia's close friends.
    Today the Satin Club was bursting at the seams, as the lunchtime lounge lizards tucked into roast beef and Yorkshire pudding.
    Doug looked round at the ageing men with their little dollies, who were probably out to get as much out of a lonely man's wallet as possible.
    They were always on the make, he was no different, he believed that everyone had an agenda and was on some kind of make or other.
    A woman came up to him and spoke, "you must be Doug, come on we are all waiting upstairs for you."
    Anne looked expensive. He followed the perfume. He couldn't quite place it, which was annoying, as he was good on perfumes.
    If a man could identify the perfume a woman was wearing she would be impressed and he was one step closer to her cherry.
    Whatever it was he knew it was expensive.
    Anne's buttocks paraded in tight leather pants, straining to escape and succeeding in keeping Doug's attention.
    As his eyes travelled up her back they rested on an animal print top that left little to the imagination and much to be desired.
    Her breasts looking ever ready for some