I'd been right about thinking she was probably a lezza. Man hater too, probably. Christ, what a mess.
'You're fucked up.'
'I probably am, Carl, I probably am. But society needs to be protected from people like you.'
'I never forced anyone into anything.'
'Oh no? I suppose they were just gagging for it really, all those women you raped?'
I felt a chill slither down my spine as I realised this really was going to be a big set up. Why, why had I ever got into all this? I swallowed and replied, my mouth suddenly parched.
'I never done that to anyone.'
She laughed. 'Nice try, Carl. Enjoy sleeping with the nonces in prison.'
I wasn't going to let her scare me with that.
'If you think that's what I've been doing then try and find them.'
She got up to go. 'We will, Carl. We will...although...I'd be willing to help you out if you help me out.'
A flicker of hope leapt up inside me.
'What do you mean?'
'Maybe we can come to some...arrangement?'
Then she leaned in as if to kiss me, closing her eyes and opening her mouth as I moved my head forward. I could smell her perfume and the deeper, feminine scent coming from her hair. Then at the last second she pulled back, laughing, and swished out of the door.
'See you, Carl.'
Then the door slammed shut. What a mad bitch...though in a way, I couldn't help liking her despite all she'd done. I reckon it was only me getting nicked that stopped me getting worse and worse, and God knows what I'd have ended up doing if I'd carried on.
As it turned out, things didn't go as badly as they could have done. They never did pin any sex offences on me, though they tried, but none of the women I'd had it off with on the IPO jobs came forward. All they managed to get me on was three counts of impersonating a police officer, theft of articles from the film studios (that was my uniform), and driving with false plates. I still got a year in prison though; the magistrate was a right cow and had it in for me from the outset. I reckon she was gagging for it anyway.
So here I am, in D Wing, Cell 405, Her Majesty's Prison, Redfield. Writing all this down so you can have a good laugh at what an idiot I've been. The one thing I really regret was not getting it together with Mandy, but I reckon when I get out I might have another crack at her; after all, the worst she can do is tell me to get stuffed. It's not so bad in here, really, just bloody boring. I haven’t been raped in the showers or anything; if anything like that goes on then they keep it well under wraps because I haven’t seen it. I had to see a shrink as part of it as well; he's a bit of a twat really. I thought he'd come out with all sorts of crap about how I wasn't potty trained properly or something but he reckons I've got some sort of compulsion to dress up and pretend to be someone else; said I ought to take up acting.
The funny thing is, they're putting a play on here, the priest bloke, the padre they call him, is running it and I decided to have a go in it, and I feel bloody great when I get up on that stage. I might even take it up professionally when I get out; Christ knows what other kind of job I'll be able to get. It's a murder mystery, Agatha Christie or some crap like that, and they've even managed to get a real murderer to play the murderer. I'm playing the butler, though at first the padre asked me to play the policeman and then everyone cracked up laughing.
I told them to fuck off.
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Also by Clarissa Fenton published by Cavendish Velvet for Kindle:
Sara’s Secret
Successful career girl Sara Marshall has a secret: she is a member of a highly select group of women from London's rich and beautiful elite who meet to turn their fantasies into reality...but when Sara makes the mistake of getting emotionally involved with one of the hand-picked men paid to 'entertain' her, she is drawn into a world of blackmail and deception - which could prove deadly...
Sara’s Secret is also available in three separate, self-contained parts:
The Belgravia Club
Belgravia County
Danger in Belgravia
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