RichardElizabeth rises in a lithe movement, turns the lock on the door and pulls the blinds down on the internal window. Then returning to me, she straddles my lap, hooking her arms behind my neck."What would you like, Master?".... What would I like?From everything offered...."I'd like to get inside my wife and hear her moan as I fuck her."Smiling at the eyes, "As my Master wishes."Standing again, she reaches for my belt, the smile working its way to her mouth as she finds my zipper tight against the pressure from within, wrestling with it for the few seconds it takes her to unbelt, unzip and release me.Spinning my chair through ninety, giving herself space to move, she stands back, raising her skirt from the hem, all the while holding my eye. Lifting slowly, she displays herself to me; her panties, a vee of white lace and satin against porcelain skin."Master?"Do I let her strip for me?.... Or do I do it myself?A dark and growing stain creeps up the
RichardWill lays knife and fork to one side, steepling his fingers. "Richard, I know you and I are old friends and that you're calling me on that now, but I also have to answer for my own actions. Allegations have been made regarding the man and I cannot simply ignore them.""What allegations?""I'm not at liberty to say."Very helpful...."So, ask Charlotte herself what you want to know. She'll tell you the right of it.""You really think she will?"Hmmm....I take a mouthful of the Cabernet, swishing it around to give myself time to think. "Let me put it this way. How far would you get with any prosecution on James if Charlotte refuses to co-operate?" Will purses his lips. "And as for the Blessingmoors business, which is where you do need her evidence, I don't believe there is any team of wild horses that will drag anything useful out of her so long as she thinks there is an attempt on your part to attack James.""You really think so?""I'm sure so....""He bou
His hand comes hard across her face. "Do as you're fucking told, Jennifer. Get dressed. Put this on. And those." He points at the trinkets on the bed. "And count your fucking blessings that I don't put you back down in the cellar."Jenkins scrapes rat-tail hair back over his bald pate, pushing a dress at her. It's new. And pretty too, much prettier than anything she has been given so far. The other things laid out on the counterpane, are also new; underwear, white and lacy, a bracelet, a cheap necklace and new shoes with dainty kitten heels.And she knows what it means. The only time they are ever given new clothes is just before they.... leave....She takes the dress by reflex, then drops it, letting it float to the floor."Put it on, Jennifer. Fucking well put it on." He licks at lips already wet with saliva. "Or do you want me to put it on for you?"She backs away, shaking her head. Jenkins stoops, picks up the garment and throws it to her again."If you're not wearing
RichardThe Threesome arrives, Michael holding Charlotte's hand, James following, storm clouds behind his eyes.Elizabeth, ever the good hostess, rises to greet them as Ross shows them in. "Hello, Michael," she smiles at him. "Hello Charlotte, James.""Hi, Beth, lovely to see you." Michael releases his hold on Charlotte for a brief moment then takes Elizabeth by the shoulders, gives her a quick peck on the cheek and backs away, returning to his contact with Charlotte.James, unusually for him, though understandably enough, is quiet. He knows he could be in deep shit…What would the actual charge be? Procurement?I am beginning to realise that Michael is seldom a talker, so his silence is less noticeable. And while I notice that her glance drifts occasionally towards him, Elizabeth is an absolute star, keeping Charlotte talking with chit-chat and inconsequential gossip.I watch him, how careful he is of Charlotte, always watching her, hovering protectively. As does Jame
RichardCharlotte's stiff manner returns. Sitting bolt upright, arms crossed over her chest, her words are tightly enunciated. "Because on the half dozen or so occasions I ran away from Blessingmoors, every single time, the police caught me and took me in...." There is real venom in her tone now. ".... and regardless of anything I tried to say to them, delivered me right back there to have the shit beaten out of me."Can hardly blame her........ Wonder how many times that happened?His voice quiet, Will plucks with finger and thumbs at his lower lip. .... Guilt?"So… why did you agree to help us at all?""Because Mr Haswell asked me to."What?Will blinks, pointing at me with his fork. "Mr Haswell? Richard here?" I turn my face down to my meal, not wanting to meet her eye while I think this through.... Under the table, Elizabeth's hand rests on my thigh."Yes," she says.A loaded syllable if ever there was one....Will has put down his fork, alternating b
RichardWill sucks the top of his pen, nodding. I continue, "She came up fighting and took some very hard choices to build herself a future. Think about Blessingmoors and what we know about what went on there. Can you imagine what was going through her head when she auctioned herself? She knew what she could be letting herself in for. But that didn't stop her. She saw what she needed to do, and she carried it through. And you're right. I do admire her. She's got guts. So, I'm not going to apologise if I tried to smooth her way a little."There is a squeeze at my fingers and I realise Elizabeth has my hand. As I turn, her eyes are smiling.Will looks a little taken aback at my speech. His voice mild, "Alright, Richard. I've got the message. Let's try and take this a bit further, eh..."He returns to Charlotte, who is no longer flicking through papers. Instead, the file lying forgotten on the tabletop, she is holding a photograph. It's very small, perhaps a passport photo origina
The door slams open and Jenny tumbles through, almost losing her footing but making it down the stone steps before she falls."You're lucky we don't just slit your throat and have done. For some reason, Mr Klempner wants you alive."The door closes again, and the darkness is absolute. Arms outstretched and reaching with her toes, she feels for the walls, then slides down to the floor.And she waits........ For what…?Lying in the blackness, she stares up at nothing, humming to herself....It makes no difference if her eyes are open or closed.She shivers against the chill, but it's just a reaction. She doesn't feel it. No more than she notices anymore the sweetish smell that crawls through the air.There is the sound of scratching, something scurrying. She does notice that, quickly sitting up, arms wrapped around her knees, hugging herself against the scurriers.And there in the dark, she sits, humming quietly. A tuneless, introverted melody that fills her ears with
JamesOnce they are out of sight, I join Richard, where he is standing by, watching Stanton directing operations.Already two men are marking out an area some twenty yards square, roping it off as they go. The geophys team are setting up their equipment...."Magnetic survey?" I ask Richard. "Ah-ha. The ground was thoroughly disturbed during the original demolition and flattening of the area. Hopefully, this way we can find the cellar before we bring in the Cats and the diggers.""Is that why you're hanging around?""They're my diggers," he huffs, but then, "No, not really. It just feels like something that.... I don't know....""Something that should be witnessed?"He nods. "That's about it, yes."Two ops with their magnetic contraptions start at opposite ends of the marked-off area, pacing in a steady, practised way. "I don't think there's much you can offer here right now," says Richard. "Perhaps you'd be better going to see if Charlotte's alright?"*****At Mi