‘She didn’t get to see him, did she?’ Justin asked anxiously.
‘Of course she didn’t,’ Sandra retorted. ‘But she spoke to his aide, Mendoza. He gave her some bullshit story about structural problems in the building just to fob her off.’
‘Did she believe him?’ Ben asked.
Sandra shrugged her shoulders. ‘Who knows? If she didn’t then it will all depend on how persistent she turns out to be. She may choose to forget about it, she may not.’
‘Perhaps we should make efforts to back up this story – arrange to have the staff notified officially that the area is off-limits. Use the same bullshit Mendoza dreamed up.’
‘Has anyone considered that Helen might have recognised our patient?’ Ben asked.
‘I doubt it. He’s not widely known over here,’ Sandra said confidently.
‘Not yet,’ Justin pointed out. ‘But soon it’s likely his picture will be plastered all over the papers.’
‘We’ll have to cross that bridge when we come to it,’ Sandra replied. ‘If needs be we’ll have to find ways to keep Helen quiet.’
‘At the moment all she knows for sure is that a patient has been put in the annex, even though the rooms aren’t ready yet.’ Justin looked thoughtfully at his two companions. ‘We just wait and see what Helen does next. If she backs off that’s fine.’
‘And if she continues to nose about?’ Ben queried.
‘The saying is, keep your friends close, your enemies even closer. So we draw her into our intimate circle. She’s ripe, we know that, and soon she’ll be ready for plucking. If we play our cards right, she’ll be so involved she’ll do anything we tell her to.’
‘You sound confident.’ Sandra wasn’t so sure about Helen as Justin was.
‘Why shouldn’t I be? I am the master in sexual matters; I’ll soon teach that little whore subservience.’
‘Careful, Justin, don’t overestimate your abilities,’ Sandra warned.
‘I never do,’ he said with a confident laugh. ‘Now we came here for lunch, didn’t we? And I’m famished.’
‘The food’s on the table,’ Sandra pointed out. ‘The steak will be cold by now of course.’
‘Who wants steak when we can have pussy?’ Justin jerked apart her thighs and buried his face between her legs.
Helen had been trying since lunch time to contact Max in New York. It was five hours earlier there, so he should be in his office, but every time she phoned he was either out or involved in meetings. She had been planning to casually mention Ralph Kalowski. Max was bound to know if Ralph was returning to England, he might even have some information on the operation and Ralph’s mysterious patient.
She had visited Duncan for a short time after she’d returned from the annex, but she hadn’t told him about her suspicions or what she’d seen. She wasn’t sure she knew him well enough to burden him with her concerns. Duncan was more mobile now and managing to get about on crutches, but the insurers of his movie had insisted he stay at the Princess Beatrice for at least a few more days. Helen was rather pleased to learn that news and she had promised to spend this evening with him.
Fortunately Helen had not found cause to speak to Ben. In fact, she had made a conscious effort to avoid him. She didn’t want to have to answer any awkward questions about why she’d been trying to get into the annex.
Deep in thought, she wandered along the corridor and almost walked straight into a tall man dressed in a dark blue suit. ‘Ralph!’ she exclaimed. ‘I never expected to see you here. I thought you were still in New York with Max.’
‘So I was. I flew in last night.’ Ralph smiled warmly at Helen. ‘Max told me you were working here. I was hoping to bump into you. By the way, he sends his love.’
Ralph looked as elegant as usual in a Savile Row suit. His slightly greying hair was immaculately coiffured, and his face was tanned. He looked fit and well. Helen had always been a little curious about Ralph’s sexuality. She had never seen him with a lady friend, and he had an abnormal interest in clothes and the way he looked, while his features had a soft femininity about them. His interest in physical perfection was a tad extreme. Yet that made him a great plastic surgeon, because he could understand why his patients were so hung up on the most minor imperfections. Like Max, even his private clinics were booked up for months ahead.
‘What brings you here?’ Helen asked casually.
‘Just checking up on a few things,’ he replied dismissively. ‘I had a couple of important financial matters to settle here in the UK. Nothing very serious, they just couldn’t wait.’
‘It’s good to see you, Ralph. Have you time for coffee and a chat?
He glanced at his watch. ‘Not really, I am in rather a rush.’
‘Could I ask you something before you leave?’
‘Anything, Helen.’ He looked at her enquiringly.
‘My position here doesn’t involve surgery, of course. But I’d like to keep my hand in. I was hoping, if you had any surgery planned here, that I could scrub-in, maybe help out?’
‘By all means,’ he agreed enthusiastically. ‘It’ll be a pleasure to work with you, Helen. Unfortunately, I’ve nothing scheduled for quite some time.’
‘Nothing at all?’
‘Nothing,’ he confirmed. ‘I made a point of keeping my schedules free and clear while Max and I were engaged in setting everything up in the States. Nevertheless, when I do operate here again you are very welcome to assist.’
‘That’s kind of you,’ Helen replied. ‘Are you returning to New York soon?’
‘Almost immediately,’ he confirmed. ‘My flight leaves Heathrow first thing tomorrow.’
‘Could you please tell Max I’ve been trying to contact him, but he’s never available when I phone.’
‘It’ll be my pleasure.’ Ralph made an obvious point of looking at his watch again. ‘Now I really must go.’ He leaned forwards and gave Helen a chaste kiss on the cheek. ‘I look forward to seeing you in the States. You and Max must come for the weekend. I’ve just bought a place on Rhode Island. It’s delightful, you’ll love it.’
Christopher stiffened, feeling nervous yet excited as Sandra walked into his room. She looked very smart and officious in her severe navy-blue dress with its white collar and cuffs. On her head was a starched frilly cap, just like matrons in the old days used to wear. She reminded Christopher of the stern English nanny who had looked after him as a child. Every time he was naughty nanny would pull down his trousers and spank him on his bare buttocks. She had continued to punish him like that until he was well into his teens.
Eventually Christopher had come to look forward to such spankings, and he’d been bad purely so that nanny would punish him again and again. Afterwards he had always gone to his room and masturbated himself to a climax, all the while imagining that it was nanny’s hands wanking his cock.
‘Have you been good today?’ Sandra asked, her expression hard and unrelenting. Her dark eyes stared at him as if he were the lowest of the low.
Christopher swallowed nervously and shook his head. ‘I don’t think so, matron.’
‘Should you be punished?’ She placed the cardboard box she was carrying in front of him. ‘Open it!’
With shaking hands he pulled off the lid, his excitement increasing when he caught sight of the contents; a large flesh-coloured dildo attached to a leather harness. It had another penile projection on the inside so that the wearer would be equally stimulated when using it on a victim. ‘Punished, with this?’ he asked.
‘Yes,’ she confirmed, snapping on a pair of thin latex gloves.
‘Thank you,’ he mumbled, reverently removing the contraption and running admiring hands over the cold plastic cock that would soon be thrust inside him. He was so excited he could hardly contain himself.
Sandra lifted her skirt, and Christopher gave an ecstatic sigh as he caught sight of her freshly shaved pussy. The neat pink inner frill peeped tantalisingly out of her fleshy labial lips. ‘Strap the dildo on me,’ she co
mmanded.
Christopher removed his robe and kneeled naked in front of her. Trembling with anticipation, he slipped each foot in turn through the elaborate leather straps, and eased the contraption upwards until the domed head of the inner protrusion pressed against her quim. Without saying a word, she opened her thighs wider. She was already wet and as he gave a gentle push the dildo slid smoothly inside her. Soon it was fully sheathed and the padded leather cup was pressed close to her pussy. Christopher fastened all the straps tightly so that the narrow bands dug in her fleshy hips, then kissed the head of the dildo, before shuffling back a pace to admire his handiwork.
From head to waist Sandra was every inch the stern matron, while from hips downwards she was a harlot; naked apart from suspenders, black stockings, and the huge flesh-coloured dildo standing lewdly out from her shaved quim. ‘Beautiful,’ Christopher groaned, feeling his prick stir with excitement.
‘Move!’ Sandra commanded curtly. ‘Bend over that chair.’
Christopher stood up and scurried over to the hard-backed chair Sandra nearly always used during her sessions with him. He bent forwards, butt stuck up in the air, palms balanced on the hard seat, shivering with pleasure at the first stinging pain as her rubber-gloved palm made contact with his buttock cheek.
Sandra worked swiftly. Covering his buttocks with firm slaps until the skin turned crimson, burning as if it were on fire. Then Christopher felt the delicious sensation of cool oil trickling over his abused flesh. He lifted his buttocks so that viscous liquid seeped between his arse cheeks, settling in a greasy pool around his anus.
Sandra massaged the puckered opening, relaxing the muscles until she could easily slide her fingers inside. ‘You’re nice and tight today.’ She placed the huge head of the dildo against the trembling ring and slowly she began to push it inside Christopher’s anus. He couldn’t repress a faint moan, it was larger than anything she had used on him before, and he doubted he would be able to accommodate the entire bulk. Yet he savoured the tightly stretched pleasure as the cool plastic gradually filled him to the absolute limit. The delicious sensation of fullness increased the pressure in his groin and he felt his own cock harden and grow.
Sandra began to move her hips, thrusting in and out very slowly, rotating her pelvis, drawing inscribed circles with the bulbous end of the dildo. It was so painfully pleasurable that Christopher could hardly contain his loud moans of bliss.
His cock twitched, tightening even more as Sandra sweated and heaved above him. A tiny dewdrop of liquid seeped from the narrow opening, and Christopher wanted to reach back, stroke his throbbing balls and curve his fingers around his penis. He was desperate to wank it to a climax while Sandra kept up the unrelenting rhythmic thrusts. Yet he could do nothing, one arm alone was not strong enough to hold him in this position of submission.
‘Is that good?’ Sandra asked breathlessly, as she paused for a moment, her warm stomach pressed against his buttock cheeks, the dildo remaining buried deep inside his anus.
‘Yes, matron,’ he groaned, lights dancing before his eyes as she moved her body from side to side, putting even more pressure on his extended flesh.
It felt so good, Christopher could barely draw breath. He gave a strangled groan as she brushed teasing fingers over his penis, then cupped his balls in her sweaty palm. She gently squeezed the sensitive flesh, increasing the pressure building inside him. Christopher felt his consciousness shrink until it was concentrated on that one portion of his body where every sensation in the universe was centred. Pain and pleasure lanced through him as Sandra started to push into him again, wanking his dick in time to her thrusts. The forceful sensations spiralled out of control as his orgasm came.
Chapter Seven
THE WARM WATER of the shower sprayed Zara’s naked form. The jets were set on pulse, making her skin tingle and her body feel alive as she washed the remnants of shampoo from her hair. Zara’s thoughts, however, were far away as she considered what the future now held for her.
Barbara Worth, her manager, had already arranged to have Warren ejected from Zara’s large house in Wey-bridge. Now that Warren was out of her life, she had no wish ever to see him again. Whatever happened, of one thing she was certain: Warren would never achieve the stardom he craved. Most likely he would drink himself into oblivion, surrounded by hookers and hangers-on.
Now Zara could concentrate on sorting her life out, and the first and most important decision she had made concerned Colin. They had only got to know each other a few days ago, but somehow she felt as if they had been together for years. She trusted Colin far more than she had any other man. He appeared to care for her deeply, but she still wasn’t totally certain he would agree to what she had in mind.
Colin loved nursing, but his abilities were virtually wasted in a place like this. Wages were so bad in the public sector he could never afford to return to the NHS. Zara wanted him to leave the Princess Beatrice and work for her instead. She planned to offer Colin the position of personal trainer, health adviser, and lover, all rolled into one.
Most movie stars had large retinues of people who travelled with them all the time, so no-one would think it strange if Colin was always by her side. He wasn’t the kind of guy who would enjoy being considered her gigolo, and Zara didn’t want to short-change Colin by taking him completely away from the career he loved. That was why she had persuaded the producers of her new mini-series to give him the job of running the project’s medical facility.
Zara smiled, heartened by the thought of having Colin close, living in her home, sharing her bed. She was nuts about Colin; he was the best thing that had happened to her for years, and the age difference between them didn’t matter one iota.
She reached out to the shower controls, humming happily to herself. Before she could turn off the water, the shower door opened, strong arms pulled her out of the cubicle and wrapped her in a warm fluffy towel.
‘You almost gave me a heart attack,’ she squealed, as Colin held her close.
‘Once I caught sight of your naked body through the door of the shower, I couldn’t contain myself a moment longer,’ he said, holding her tightly as he covered her lips with his.
Zara returned the passionate kiss, then pulled breathlessly away. ‘I’m making you all wet,’ she said, seeing the damp patches on his white uniform.
‘Who cares?’
As she let the towel drop to the floor, he hungrily eyed her naked form. Zara instinctively sucked in her stomach and thrust out her bosom, her body tingling with excitement. She cupped her full breasts, rotated her hips teasingly, then plucked at her nipples, making them harden into firm peaks. Colin loved such provocative behaviour and she saw the growing bulge in his groin, enjoying the way she could so easily turn him on. ‘Fuck me, now,’ she begged.
Colin turned to lock the door, then pulled off his white cotton top. Colin’s chest was virtually hairless, his smooth honey-coloured skin blemish free. Zara admired his wide chest, flat belly and muscular arms, while below, distending the thin trousers, she could see the huge line of his dick. She shivered, watching eagerly as he flung off his shoes and rolled down his trousers. The pants he wore were little more than a triangle of white fabric which barely cupped his penis and balls, with a narrow strip at the back neatly bisecting his buttock cheeks.
‘You look good,’ she said, smiling. ‘Good enough to eat.’
‘I’m nothing compared to those handsome actors you mix with,’ he said with a self-deprecating grin, as he kicked off his underpants.
‘You’re better than all of them,’ she insisted unable to tear her gaze from his impressive sexual organs. ‘You are real; they are a product of the scriptwriters’ fantasies. Most of them are pretty unexciting in the flesh,’ she added, pushing him down on to the closed toilet seat.
Colin sat with his legs parted, and his balls resting on the white plastic, while his semi-erect cock lay angled across one muscular thigh. Zara kneeled down in front of him and reverently curved her
fingers around the base of his penis, stroking it gently, watching it stiffen into perfect hardness. As her fingers worked their swift magic, drawing the flesh of his shaft rhythmically up and down, she felt her juices start to flow and her sex grow wet.
She leaned forwards, intending to pull the bulging head into her mouth, but Colin moved faster than her. Sliding his hands under Zara’s arms, he pulled her upright and towards him in one smooth movement. ‘God, how I want you,’ Colin groaned as she stood astride his legs, her open pussy poised above him.
Hungrily he eased her hips downwards until their bodies met, and his cock head pressed teasingly against her. Zara trembled with excitement as she slowly speared herself on its length, savouring the feel of the hot, deliciously hard shaft sliding deeper and deeper.
‘I’ve never wanted any guy quite as much as you,’ she confessed, sitting splayed across his thighs, his cock buried securely inside her.
‘And I can’t believe I’m actually fucking the famous Zara Dawn.’ Colin smiled lovingly at her as he began to rock his hips, his cock shaft gently masturbating her inner flesh.
Zara placed her hands on his wide shoulders and raised her hips, letting his cock slide part-way out of her. ‘Then feel it,’ she murmured, pumping downwards, grinding her pelvis against his. Keeping her body stable by pressing her feet to the floor, she gradually increased the pace and pressure of her thrusts, feeling the pleasure begin to build inside her sex.
Her wild movements made her breasts bounce up and down. Colin just managed to grab hold of one rosy nipple, squeezing it tenderly, while his other hand delved between her open thighs. He searched her damp quim, and when he touched her clit she wriggled and squirmed with pleasure, still managing to keep up the pace of her rhythmic pumping.
Colin had the ability to turn her on just with his mere presence, but touching him aroused her even more, and the fucking was the best she’d ever had. Now the feel of his cock sliding smoothly in and out of her, coupled with the sweet sensations of his fingers touching her clit, incited her beyond awareness. She was achingly close to coming, and she felt her body start to contract around his cock as Colin squeezed her clit hard between finger and thumb, taking her up and over the edge. The orgasm exploded inside her in a glorious rush, while at the same time Zara felt the pulsing sensation as Colin came at exactly the same moment.
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