“Yes, Madam,” replied Francesca, “it’s “Yes, Madam,” replied Francesca, “it’s important that we understand fully the“Anwen,” said Rhos. “I don’t think I’d be comfortable asking her either. Do we really need to answer these questions?”
“Yes, Madam,” replied Francesca, “it’s important that we understand fully the nature and preferences of each of the contestants. We need to be able to make informed decisions if we’re going invite candidates for interview. Now do you need to speak to Anwen?”
“I think it’ll be fine,” said Rhos. She really didn’t want to speak to Anwen. It would be too embarrassing to ask, let alone know what she had got up to with Rhys. Knowing her friend as she did, she could make an educated guess . After all, Anwen had been very comforting and attentive to her after Carwyn walked out. She knew what Anwen liked. And if she’d liked it with her, she was sure she’d have liked it with Rhys. Rhos smiled to herself. She couldn’t blame Anwen or Rhys. Anwen was nothing if not voracious and varietist. First the mother, then the son. At least she’d never tried to take Carwyn. He was too useless even for her. Poor Rhys, he was probably going to be useless in that department too, but judging by his happy face a few days ago, Anwen had found her way to educate him about alternative pleasures.
She moved on swiftly to the Passive section. Yes, this would be more Rhys’s cup to tea. She looked at the final boxes with dismay. She couldn’t stop herself from moving closer to Simone and quietly asking, “Simone, is it possible for a boy to cum while being fucked?”
“Oh yes,” replied Simone with enthusiasm. And if you’re really asking, ‘Do I cum when I’m being fucked?’, the answer is emphatically ‘Yes’. Almost all the time.”
“And hands free?” enquired Rhos, captivated by the beautiful boy’s response.
“Yes, mostly. It takes time to learn how and it needs an attentive lover, but it’s definitely possible. I cum hands free most of the time these days. I just need to relax into the moment. I can’t stop shivering with pleasure when it happens. It’s much the nicest way to cum.”
Rhos was gazing at Simone wide-eyed. She was learning something new: a boy could cum like a girl. It would be wonderful for Rhys if he could do that too. “And if you can’t?” she asked.
“I could always jerk off when my lover’s about to cum if he hasn’t already managed to get me there. It’s how I always used to cum, but I don’t nowadays out of loyalty to my Mistress. She trained me not to touch myself or jerk, so now hands free is the only way I’m going to cum. You’re making feel moist just at thought of her or my boyfriend fucking me.”
Francesca, who’d overheard most of what they’d been saying. interjected: “Simone stop showing off about what a tart you are. We need to let Mrs Jenner finish filling in her form.”
“Oh don’t worry about,” responded Rhos who could feel a moistness gathering in her own panties and hoped that nothing would leak through to darken her jeans. “It’s been very educational.” She didn’t circle either Y or N for Rhys but added ‘Don’t know’. She guessed it was probably N, but she knew that Anwen was very skilled. Best to allow the benefit of the doubt.
Simone couldn’t stop herself from adding, “And remember Mrs Jenner, the winner will get a senior manager from Bergman and Knightley to act as his minder. She will be a very experienced B&K Lady. Even though your son, isn’t yet a B&K Boy, she would be responsible for training him in the ways of B&K. I know they like to keep the winning Boy happy and content. I’m sure he’ll become more than capable by the time she’s finished with him.
Rhos moved on to the next page of the form. Part Two had a different tone and style. Although easier, she needed to write a lot more. She moved across to rest the paper on the podium counter. The first ones she answered easily and quickly. Questions 4 and 5 gave her pause for thought. He sucked the end of her pen before she wrote her answers.
She speeded up again when she got to 8 and 9 but came to halt at 10. “How am I meant to
complete Question 10 about all these outfits? I’m not sure what Rhys would want to
wear.”
“Just put down what you think would be appropriate and what he would look good in,” said
Francesca. “If it fits with B&K styling, we often let the winner wear what he’s chosen on his
form when he attends events.”
“How marvellous!” exclaimed Rhos. “Now let me see. What would Rhys look good in and
what would he like to wear? Or what would I to see him wearing?” She scanned the list
then started to write with enthusiasm.
Rhos giggled as she answered Question 11. Rhys might dream about Sabrina Carpenter but he’d never be able to do what he might want to do. Still he could always pretend that he was capable, but he’d probably end up asking her to do what Anwen had done if he had the courage. Then she turned the page and was confronted by Question 12. “Oh my goodness,” she cried out, “it’s asking who he’d most like to have make love to him.” She could hardly write Sabrina Carpenter again.
“That’s right, Madam,” affirmed Francesca going formal again.
“I bet he might include his Auntie Anwen from what you said.”
“Mmmmm, yes,” pondered Rhos. She thought more about Rhys and what he liked. She thought about
the pop star and rugby posters adorning his bedroom walls and it came to her what her boy would like. She realised what he really wanted. What he’d always wanted. She began to write.
“It seems like Madam knows after all,” observed Francesca.
“Ydw, dw i'n hytrach yn meddwl fy mod i'n gwneud hynny,” replied Rhos to the bemusement of both Francesca and Simone. Rhos scanned down the rest of the form. “I think I can complete the rest of the form on my own, ladies. Thank you for your help.” She looked pointedly at Simone as she said ‘ladies’ and gave her a lovely smile. Simone would always be a lady to her.
Ten minutes later, Rhos checked over the form then handed it Francesca. “Thank you for all your help,” she repeated.
“Thank you, Mrs Jenner,” replied Francesca starting to thumb through the pages. She spotted Rhys’ second name. “Gwendolleu! What a lovely name. I hope he calls himself Gwendolyn.”
“No, he’ll stay as Rhys. I don’t want him changing. He’ll always be Rhys to me.”
Simone was looking at her phone. “Yes, I can see why you say that. Simone is close to Simon so my mum doesn’t mind. Maybe he could use Gwendolleu more since I just checked and apparently it translates as ‘blessed ring’. What could be more appropriate for a sissy boy?”
Rhos giggled at Simone’s joke. She never thought about his name that way. She must have had unconscious prescience sixteen years ago when she was choosing names, “Yes, I can see why he might start using Gwendolleu more in months to come, but he’s staying Rhys for now.”
“Quite right, Madam,” Francesca recanted. Holding up the form and the credit card machine, she added, “I am sorry to trouble you Mrs Jenner, but we do need the entry fee as well as the form.”
“Oh, yes, what was I thinking?” Rhos pulled a small purse from her blazer pocket and counted out five twenty pound notes. The girls looked surprised to be given cash.
“Thank you Mrs Jenner,” said Francesca placing the notes in the till. “And will Madam be wanting anything else today.”
“Oh, no. I can’t afford anything more after paying for Rhys’ entry, and my hotel and train fare. I’ll just be going to my hotel now for an early night and then I’ll catch the morning train back to Solva tomorrow.”
Francesca and Simone exchanged looks. Simone nodded. Francesca reached beneath the counter and pulled out an envelope and a small, wrapped package. She handed them to Rhos without a word.
4. Bath Night
Back at her hotel, Rhos removed her jacket. Her little room was very warm. She sat on her bed and pulled out her mobile. She tried to call Rhys but got no answer. She left a message when it flipped to voicemail: “Darling, it’s Mum. Sorry, but I’m not going to be home tonight. I went on a trip today and I can’t get a connection that’ll get me back to Solva this evening. I left something for your tea in the fridge. You just need to pop it in the microwave. Have a good evening. Cariad mawr atat ti, Mam.”
Next she called Anwen. Anwen answered after only a couple of rings: “Hi Wen, it’s Rhos …… How are you? …… I just wanted you to know that I’m not going to get back to Solva tonight ……….. Never you mind where I am, it’s a secret ………. No, it’s not a dirty night away. Don’t judge everyone by your standards …….. I’ll let you know in a few days’ time ………. Anyway, I’m not going to be back till around tomorrow lunchtime ………. Rhys will be at home on his own. You might want to pop round…….. He would like that …….. You know that I know …….. You did, didn’t you? ……… When you went to London ……… I felt sure you had …………. No, he never told me, I just knew ……… Why do you think I’m telling you I’m away? ……… You can use my bed. It’ll be easier and more comfortable in a double……….. Yes, just like us ……… You are such slut, Wen. Yes, in the same bed........ and Wen........ try to make him cum........ Yes, I know, but this time hands free ........ Yes, hands free........ No, you can’t assist him this time ............ That’s right ......... Well you’ll just have to try harder...... I know Rhys will love it.......... Thanks, Wen. Mwynhewch eich hun, ti’n gut budr. Love you.”
Rhos put the phone down. She wondered if this night with Anwen could count as a second present for Rhys. She looked at the envelope and package that she’d tossed on the bed when she got in the room. She picked up and opened the envelope. She couldn’t believe her eyes: a voucher for Bergman and Knightley for £50. The girls had clearly taken pity on her. She opened the package. Inside a plain white box was a large shiny black pump action can of B&K lube. Now she had two more presents for Rhys. He’d need the lube if he was going to have more nights with Anwen.
She looked at her watch. Five o’clock. She had a couple of hours before trying to find somewhere to eat. She opened her little travel bag and brought out her not so little friend and a small tube of lube. She took off her boots and shimmied out of her jeans. She shuffled her panties to one side and started to dream about Anwen might be getting up to with Rhys that evening.
Sweet dreams.
