About Sappho's International Role: The Sappho Trilogy, Book Three

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Sappho Foes The Deal Of Her Life

It all began at an Art Review in a major city in North America. Sappho specialises in the Impressionists and she’d been sitting on a Review Panel at an Open Forum. Her knowledge, her mannerisms, charm, elegance and natural beauty had distinguished her from the other Panellists by a large margin and she’d attracted the interest of a certain gentleman who was a big player in the Business of International Arms Trading.

There is something about Sappho that does this and, afterwards, he’d sent his Man to introduce himself and invite her to lunch the next day. To cut short a long story, Sappho accepted and found herself, the next morning, in the lobby of a Grand Hotel.

She was expected, well-received and swept to the Penthouse Floor to meet the General, who was an impressive man by any standards.

After some brief preliminaries the General said, “Madam, may I call you Sappho?”

To which Sappho replied with a twinkle in her eye, “Yes, General, you may call me Sappho!”

“Thank you, Sappho; may I invite you to sit here and join me in a drink?”

“Yes, General; a sparkling mineral water, please?”

The connection had been made and it was clear these two were destined to work together. As the drinks arrived the General, who was not a man to indulge in small talk, got straight to the point.

“Sappho, I have a proposition for you; but, first, may I presume you know very little about my Business?”

“You may, General; in fact, I know nothing about your Business.”

“I’m an Arms Dealer and most of my work is done in Africa; however, because many of my Clients have no cash there is always a reciprocal arrangement. In some cases I accept Mineral Rights and, as a result, I am heavily involved in Global Finance. This is a very prosperous trade and, of course, it’s truly International.”

“I see.”

“Last night you struck a chord with me and I’m going to invite you to become my Facilitator.”

Sappho sipped her drink, remained silent and waited for him to continue.

“My Clients are autocratic and their egos are huge. This makes them easy to manipulate and I’ve found the best way to open and expand a deal is to be accompanied by a beautiful woman. However, beauty is insufficient; it must be matched by elegance and surpassed by a seductive intellect. I am looking for a complete Businesswoman for this role.”

“I see, General, but do you know anything about me?”

“Yes, Sappho, I do. In the short time available to me my team ran a check on you and, whilst that research is not yet complete, I am aware that you have a Degree in Fine Arts and Philosophy, that you’re married with two children and that you’re Mistress to a businessman in England.”

Sappho was surprised but limited her response to c*****g an eyebrow. Clearly, her recent assignations had not yet reached his notice but, without any further ado, she remained silent and allowed him to continue.

“Sappho, I have a great many contacts in the Security Services. Need I say more?”

“You need say no more, General, but thank you for your interest.”

“You’re annoyed! I can see that.”

“I’m disturbed that my privacy has been breached and wonder what my private life has got to do with the Security Services!”

“You will learn that, these days, nothing is private. There is no privacy any more, Sappho; your boyfriend will know this: may I outline my Proposition?”

Ping! “Yes, General, do: please, go ahead.”

“I’m going to offer you a one year Contract to join my Team. Let me outline the Fee Structure: there’ll be $1m as a down payment and another $1m every quarter. At the end of the year there’s a $5m bonus and all of your travel, accommodation and clothing costs will be met. You’ll have a Private Suite for your own use on my Island and a full staff to care for your needs.”

“And what is my Role?”

“The Contract will stipulate the Latin words, ‘Quantum Libet’ which, as you will know, translates to, ‘As much as pleases’ does that give you an inking?”

“Yes, General, but, I am ‘Res Nullius’ which, as you will know, translates to, ‘I am nobody’s thing!’”

“Sappho, I am talking about $10m and that Clause is there because I demand absolute control!”

“And I, General, am talking about my dignity, my health and my life!”

“Sappho, there are risks but there are also rewards.”

“And all of those risks are for my account?”

“But so are the rewards. What if I double the bounty?”

“To $20m?”

“Yes!”

Sappho thought for a moment or two and then, smiling, said, “Pounds Sterling, General: I’d begin to consider it at £20m pounds sterling.”

“OK, done! But I don’t want you to accept anything now. On Friday we’re leaving for Europe and I’d like you to join us. We’ll take you part-way to my Island and, if you like the scene, you can sign the Agreement. If you don’t, you’ll be given a First Class airline ticket to return you to your home.”

“‘Sic Infit’ or, ‘So it begins!’”

“‘Sic Vita’ or, ‘Thus is life!’ OK, Sappho, we have a tentative agreement?”

“Yes, General, we do. I’ll make arrangements to join you on Friday.”

They both smiled and the General said, “Now, let’s have lunch, shall we?”

“Yes, thank you: that will be very nice.”

The General and Sappho had been a match from the word ‘go’ and there was never any doubt that an agreement would be reached: but Sappho still had reservations about what, exactly, ‘Quantum Libet’ would entail. She consoled herself with the lunch and the new Adventure that was about to unfold.

The discussion with her husband went smoothly, because he’d long since come to the conclusion that he could never satisfy his wife, yet, even so, she never mentioned the £20m. Her children had already left for Boarding School so there would be few emotional tensions there.

On the Friday morning, at 0900hrs, a limousine arrived at the front door of her Townhouse and swept Sappho to a Private Airport where she embarked on the most luxuriously fitted-out aeroplane she’d ever imagined.

There were three sections on the jet; the Executive Cabin, one for the Working Staff and another for the Technical Specialists. Sappho found herself in the Executive Cabin and was seated opposite the General in one of the shell-chairs arranged around the perimeter. The floors were carpeted in silk rugs over a dark blue wall-to-wall and the Stewardesses were amongst the most beautiful women Sappho had ever seen gathered together in one place.

In the centre of the floor Sappho noticed there was a curious circular carpet but she paid no more attention to it. After the flight checks and boarding formalities were complete the Captain welcomed everyone aboard and gave special recognition to Sappho. On hearing this she was slightly embarrassed and blushed, but this was noticed only by the General, who, Sappho was learning, missed nothing.

Another curious feature involved the Cabin Crew; all of whom were female, and all of whom disappeared just before take-off.

Sappho put this down to a protocol and settled back until the seat-belt signs were switched off when she heard the trolley being prepared. However, there was more than one trolley and, when the girls reappeared they were all naked except for their high heeled shoes and Sappho noticed they all bore tattoos and had n****e rings fitted.

Then the centre rug was peeled back, the champagne was served and Sappho set about wondering what was going on in the centre of the cabin.

There was something that looked like a medical gurney being assembled but it had no flat surfaces and then she heard the General ask her if she knew what it was.

“No, General,” Sappho smiled, “I’m curious!”

“Just wait a while longer and all will be revealed.”

So it was: all of a sudden a South Asian Stewardess mounted the contraption and was clipped onto the frame with steel-studded leather thongs. Her breasts settled comfortably into the special spaces designed to prevent them getting crushed; her legs and arms were splayed out and her head was supported.

One of the girls took a riding crop and started to whip her ass until there were bright red stripes glowing on her flesh.

“Do you like that?” the General asked Sappho.

“It’s very erotic, don’t you think?”

Then one of the men approached her mouth and, as the flogging continued, he slipped himself between her lips and moved-in until his scrotum was flush with her face.

All the time the girl’s eyes were open and she was showing no signs of discomfort or distress.

When he’d finished he signalled a Stewardess to prepare her hind-quarters: some antiseptic was spread over the wounds and some lubricating fluid was painted onto her back passage. Then, without wiping himself, he withdrew from the girl’s mouth and walked around to invade her bottom.

As if on cue, another fellow approached and fed himself into her mouth so she was spit-roasted between the two men. Meanwhile more champagne and canapés were served.

This treatment of the girl, with successive pairs of men, went on for about half an hour until she showed signs of fatigue; then she was released and helped to a forward area where, Sappho learned later, she was bathed and salved and, much later, was handsomely rewarded.

Then lunch was served.

“Curious, isn’t it, how eroticism stimulates the appetite?” the General smiled.

“I can see you have an elliptic mind, General, and it boggles my own, but, I do agree with you!”

The General, in his wisdom, had arranged this first leg so that Sappho could experience his style at first hand, acquaint herself with his mindset and have the chance to get-out: but Sappho was showing no signs of wanting to jump ship; at least, not at 35 000 feet!

On touching down in Europe the first thing the General did was to arrange to have dinner with Sappho. First, she was taken shopping and encouraged to spend on an elegant evening dress and all the attendant accoutrements.

As well as a white fur, bolero-style blouson, she chose a full-length, navy blue crepe garment, flashed in gold, that clung to her body and exposed, fully, her back and much of her breasts, but it was extraordinarily tasteful. As was Sappho’s custom, she never wore any underwear.

When she arrived in the lobby the General’s Car was waiting and she was ushered into the back. He was already there and dressed in a White Dinner Jacket. The fragrance and the atmosphere was heady as they were driven to a Dining Club where the Contract Discussions began again; this time in-earnest.

“How do you feel about joining my Team?” began the General.

“Do I have to f**k everybody?” asked Sappho.

“No: you’re a High Value Asset, Sappho, so, that’ll not be necessary but there may be occasions when it will be called for.”

“And what about the trapeze?”

“The Stipulation is a ‘Catch-all’; it’s there to give me complete dominance over you for the duration of the Contract. It’s important for me to have you utterly subservient and at my complete whim and fancy at all times. However, performance on the trapeze won’t be called for, normally.”

“Oh, dear!” teased Sappho, frowning, “I was hoping to get my turn!”

At this they both laughed because it was clear they were of one-mind and the Contract would be signed.