by E V Daymuir
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Dudley Wink drove quickly through the gateway to Laburnham Court, narrowly missing Major and Mrs Dodderington, who were going out for their constitutional in the process. Leaving the engine running, he jumped out with a bundle of letters and jogged through the entrance. Charlie Bell switched off the electric polisher he was using on the lobby floor and walked over to meet him.
‘I thought we had an agreement Dudley.’
‘We have Charlie, we have, but I can’t make the change until next Monday, management instruction, but there’s no problem – it’s definitely going to happen.’
Charlie took the bundle of letters. ‘Does Miss Lovebrace know about this?’
‘I told her it was likely. Anyway, I’ve got a few bits of photographic equipment for her to look at, she’s expecting me – shall I bring it in through here?’ Charlie shook his head. ‘Sorry, if it’s equipment you’ll have to use the service lift. Drive round the back, I’ll open the doors for you.’ Dudley rushed out to his van; she was expecting him half an hour ago. Charlie watched him then calmly picked up the telephone and keyed number one.
‘He’s arrived Miss Love brace – I’m sending him up in the service lift.’
He replaced the receiver and walked in measure strides past the lifts towards the back of the building where steps led down to his basement flat and the back entrance. The door could only be opened with the right code from the outside, but from the inside, anyone could open it by pressing the electronic release button. He pushed it and opened the door. Dudley was already there, heaving a large holdall bag from the back of the post van.
‘Need a hand Dudley?’
‘No, everything I need’s in here thanks Charlie. How do I get into her place from the lift?
‘There’s only a choice of two ways to go when you step out from the lift; left onto the roof garden or right into the penthouse, but you can’t get into either without a code. I called to say you were on the way, so I expect she’ll be waiting for you.’ He pointed to the release button as Dudley came in trough the door. ‘Press this when you come back down, it unlocks the door so as you can get out without having to call me. It locks automatically afterwards. Happy snapping.’ He grinned at Dudley as he reached into the lift to press the button for the penthouse. He would have loved to know what he was really up to. Seemed strange that a successful business women like Miss Lovebrace would employ a postman as a photographer. Then again, thinking about it, Dudley was quite well known for his photography in local circles. As the lift started its slow upward journey, he returned to the lobby to continue with his duties.
Dudley imagination was working overtime as the lift clanked slowly up to the penthouse. Nymphie Nita would be naked and waiting for him, sitting, the wrong way round, astride a wooden spoke backed chair with her back to the lift. As the lift doors opened she would bend backwards until her head touched the ground. One hand would be holding onto the back of the chair to stop her sliding off, the other would be stroking her pussy.
‘Please help me Dudley. Help me come as only you know how.’ He would smile as he leant over to suck her throbbing clitoris and she would go absolutely crazy, begging for him to do it again and again.
The lift doors opened to reveal a bare empty hallway, with none of the opulence associated with the entrance from the other lift and no Nymphie Nita He picked up the holdall and held it to cover his erection before stepping out.
‘Come in Dudley.’
She appeared in the doorway, wrapped, in a scarlet kimono.
‘Good morning Miss Lovebrace.’
‘Thank you Dudley, how nice of you to remember not to call me Nympie Nita.’
Ah, but I still think of you that way.’
‘I’m sure you do you little pervert, but it’s nice to have a little respect, especially when your tongue is up my – my – I was going to say cunt, but as a sign of mutual respect, I’ll refer to it as my pussy.’
He laughed. ‘Thank you – you’re very kind.’
‘Not at all, after all we need to have a good working relationship if we’re to defeat Rosie la Bonque. Did you look at her website?’
‘No, I thought you were going to go through it with me?’
‘So I was, I just thought you might not be able to resist taking a peep.’
‘No, I never pay to look at things like that.’
She looked at him keenly. ‘I don’t suppose you do Dudley. Follow me; we’ll have a look before you set up the cameras.’
‘I was thinking about that. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got everything you need here. But if you have a camera in the bathroom, how come you don’t have one in the bedroom?’
She laughed. ‘I don’t have one in the bathroom. I guessed what you would be thinking of and spoke to you on the intercom.’ He chuckled to himself as he followed her through the kitchen and along a corridor to her office. She knew him better than he knew himself. The office overlooked the roof garden with French doors leading out onto it. He could see Lippinston in the distance; she had a fantastic view.
‘Will you be starting from the computer and running your wires to the bedroom, or the other way round?’
Dudley gave a smirk of self satisfaction. ‘No wires – the camera’s are wireless. All I need is a power source at that end. And a lead from the receiver into the computer. I’ve brought a spare hard drive so, as I said yesterday, we won’t be using the computer memory.’
‘I’m obviously in the hands of an expert.’ She sat down in front of the computer.
‘Pull up a chair. We’ll see what Rosie’s up to.’
Dudley sat down next to her and watched as she logged into the Rosie LeBonque website. Rosie was a red head with incredibly blue eyes, not that you would spend that much time looking into her eyes. What she got up to made Dudley squirm. She was obviously sex mad, the same as Nymphie, and attractive, but in a different way. He watched closely as she worked on herself with a vibrator; nothing very special in that. Then a big coloured guy joined her on the bed with a cock that would make any bloke feel inadequate, except he didn’t use it, not to start with anyway. Rosie encouraged him to put four fingers of his right hand into her pussy and use his thumb on her clit. The scene cut to a close up of Rosie’s face; he was going crazy. From his long experience of spying on Nymphie Nita, he knew she was not faking it. He turned to look at Lucinda Lovebrace and discovered she was watching him, not the screen.
‘So what do you think Dudley, is she as good as me?’
‘Just as sex mad, but she doesn’t do it for me.’
‘I’m pleased to hear it. Do you think we can do better?’
‘I should think so, but you’ll have to find the coloured guy.’
She grabbed him by the wrist and lifted his arm. ‘I was thinking more of a variation on a theme. Make a fist.’ He did as he was told. Using both hands she stroked the clenched fist, and then ran both hands up the arm, as if stroking an enormous penis.
‘I think that will do very nicely – don’t you?
CHAPTER NINETEEN.
When the doorbell rang at number 27 Back Street, Barrie was in the fitting room, studying Gwen’s file. Debbie was downstairs, trying to work out the quantities of the different materials they would have to buy to fulfil Davina’s orders. She placed her pad carefully on top of the splayed sheets of orders and called out to Natasha to tell her she would let Mrs Parsons in. She opened the door to find Gwen waving goodbye to someone in a small hatchback as it drove off down the street. Gwen turned and smiled at her.
‘Hello my dear, that’s my new gentleman friend. I’ve come to see Natasha.’
‘Of course Mrs Parsons, how nice to see you do come in.’ Gwen walked through the door and gave Debbie a friendly pat on the arm. ‘You must call me Gwen my dear, everyone does, even that lovely partner of yours, but it did take sometime. Didn’t seem right to me though, standing there with no clothes on and not being on Christian name terms.’ Debbie laughed and agreed as she took Gwen’s fl
oppy felt and light raincoat and put them on the coat rack. Gwen smiled her thanks. ‘It’s a lovely day, but you never know, it can turn so quickly.’
Barrie skipped lightly down the stairs thinking that if Gwen ever found out he was in Natasha’s body she would probably die of embarrassment. Natasha was very fond of Gwen and always gave her a kiss and a hug so he copied the greeting as best he could and Gwen responded in similar fashion. Barrie gave her one of Natasha’s heart melting smiles.
‘Lovely to see you Gwen, did you have a good trip?’
‘Drove up with my new gentleman friend yesterday, we stayed at that fancy hotel out of town.’
Barrie tried to think of which hotel she could be referring to. Debbie beat her to it.
‘The Complete Countryman?’
‘That’s the one. It’s very nice – but so it should be at those prices.’
‘They do have that reputation,’ said Debbie, ‘I’ll make a pot of tea, the kettle’s on.’ Debbie walked through to the kitchen, leaving Barrie with Natasha’s client. He indicated that Gwen should take a seat and perched Natasha’s body gracefully on the edge of a chair on the opposite side of the coffee table. Gwen seemed proud of her new gentleman friend, how would Natasha react to the news?
‘It must be helpful, having a friend to travel with?’
Gwen looked even more pleased with herself. ‘It’s nice to share a bed again. It’s been a long time since dear Harry past on.’
What was this old biddy doing sleeping with a man at the Complete Countryman? Barrie’s thoughts were obviously communicated through Natasha’s expression. Gwen chuckled.
‘No need to look so surprised my dear. I was doing it and enjoying it before you was born. You youngsters seem to think you invented sex.’
Barrie shuddered. He had worked out a way to make it easy for both of them but unless he could convince her there was no need to take new measurements, he would be seeing her with her kit off and he could not stop an image of all that flesh grinding away on top of some poor bloke. It wasn’t something he wanted to see, it fell into the same category as women exposing their midriffs in public. There should be a law against it as far as he was concerned. Any woman over 30 years age or 10 stone in weight who showed her stomach should be locked up, and if she was tattooed – they should throw away the key! He blocked the image of Gwen giving her gentleman friend a good seeing to from his mind, and adopted the conversational tone Natasha would use.
‘Perhaps it’s because it’s all so up front these days Gwen, young people are expected to have pre-marital sex.’
Gwen looked triumphant as she explained that the advent of the pill gave girls the same freedom for sexual experimentation and new partners as the boys. Barrie was quite shocked when she went on to say that she had several new partners after she married. Harry never found out and although she felt a bit guilty at the time, it was nice to try someone different and know for sure that her Harry was the best. Despite himself, Barrie was intrigued and with one of Natasha’s disarming smiles. 'Do you still enjoy sex, Gwen?' Gwen laughed. ‘Enjoy it? I love it! Always have, except my back restricts some of my favourite positions. That’s what I’ve come to talk about.’
‘I don’t think I’m the person to advise you on the best positions Gwen.’
Gwen chuckled and banged the coffee table in a spontaneous expression of mirth. ‘I don’t suppose you are my dear, you only being married for a year. No, what I need is a fancy corset for my love making. I need the support, but I want a bit of glamour for young Geoffrey. Save doing it in the dark.’
‘I quite like dim lighting.’ Barrie was determined to let Gwen see that Natasha was a woman of experience.
‘Ah yes, but not too dim. I like to see what I’m getting from my toy boy.’
‘Geoffrey is younger then?’
‘Only by three weeks, but in my book, that makes him my toy boy.’ Gwen chuckled some more. ‘I’ve always wanted a toy boy.’
What’s all this about a toy boy?’ Debbie walked in with the tea, put the tray down on the coffee table and pulled a chair up to join them.
‘It’s my new gentleman friend,’ said Gwen. ‘The one I was waving to when you let me in.’
‘He’s three weeks younger than Gwen.’ Barrie gave one of Natasha’s giggles.
‘A toy boy is a toy boy. That’s what I say,’ said Gwen.
‘Too right! How do you like it Gwen?’ Debbie poured the tea.
‘That’s what I was talking to Natasha about, my back restricts me, but I can still do it the way I like best.’ Gwen grinned at Natasha. She was deliberately misinterpreting Debbie’s question, but Debbie was equal to her. ‘Is that the position you prefer to have your tea in Gwen?’
Gwen chortled. ‘Oh no, can’t drink tea while I’m in that position. I’d spill it all over young Geoffrey’s testicles. Milk with no sugar please my dear.’
Debbie added milk and passed the cup and saucer over. Barrie picked-up the story. ‘Gwen is looking for something with the support of her medical corset, but more pleasing on the eye.’
‘I want it to be really sexy,’ interrupted Gwen. ‘I need the support for my back, but I don’t want anything restricting at the lower front – if you get my meaning.’
Debbie sipped her tea and nodded. Barrie turned and spoke to her.
‘I wondered if your Classic Diva could be adapted, Debs?’
‘In the duchess satin?’
‘I don’t see why not.’
‘No, neither do I. You could provide Gwen with the extra support she needs and it is definitely glamorous.
Barrie turned his attention back to Gwen. ‘It’s one of Debbie’s designs we showed to the buyer of Naughty but Nice yesterday.’
Debbie stood-up. ‘I’ll fetch it down for you to have a look at.’
Barrie put a restraining hand on her waist. ‘I’ve got a better idea Debs, I’ll put it on and model it for Gwen?’
Debbie assured Gwen that it was not too much trouble as she watched Natasha skip up the stairs. There was something different about her, she was more up front about everything than usual. The Natasha she knew, would have offered to fetch the corset, but never model it, perhaps yesterday’s success had really boosted her confidence, which was not a bad thing.
Barrie had great difficulty controlling a fit of the giggles as he closed the fitting room door. He had hatched a great plan; Natasha would model the corset without any underwear, so Gwen would be able to see for herself if it was likely to impede young Geoffrey’s approach. He stripped off, wriggled into the Diva Corset and admired Natasha’s glorious figure. He placed one hand over her exposed sex and held the other out, as if holding the banister rail. He stepped into Natasha’s high heels, having already decided not to wear stockings, and posed again. The hand would not conceal the fact that she was not wearing knickers and he wanted that to come as a big surprise. He picked Gwen’s file off the bed and held it at a strategic angle; perfect! He turned Natasha’s body to look at the rear. If he did a quick twirl, they wouldn’t have time to realise she was not wearing knickers, then, when he faced them again he would whip away the file.
He walked Natasha’s body slowly and sedately down the stairs. Gwen held a hand to her mouth and whispered. ‘Oh my god, that is so beautiful – so beautiful.’
Still holding the file firmly in place, Barrie executed a perfect twirl. He could see that Debbie was pleased with Gwen‘s reaction and entered into a sales pitch.
‘Natasha will be able to provide the extra support you need Gwen. We are buying the satin in bulk, cherry red and black for the Naughty but Nice orders, so if you want it in either of those colours, we will be able to do you a very good price.’
‘That sounds lovely. I’ll have one of each my dears.’ Gwen coughed, delicately. ‘As long as it’s not too restricting – at the front.’
Barrie was quick to take the cue. ‘I thought about that Gwen and reckoned the best way for you to judge would be to model it…’ He pause mid
sentence to whip the file away. ‘…without knickers!’
Gwen put a hand up to her mouth again and squealed. ‘Oh my! Oh my god! Oh how wonderful!’ Then, realising what she had said could be misinterpreted; she hastily tried to cover her embarrassment. ‘I mean – the corset. The corset is so wonderful, not your err um…’ Debbie came to her rescue. ‘But you have to admit it is rather neat Gwen and at least it proves that Natasha is a real blonde.’
Gwen giggled. ‘You’re right there my dear and at least I can see there’s plenty of room.’ She giggled again. ‘Oh dear, what am I saying now? I mean there’s plenty of room for what I want. Oh dear, it’s getting worse.’ She collapsed in a fit of giggles. Debbie grinned. ‘Really Tash – what were you thinking?
Barrie couldn’t very well say that he was thinking of what he was always thinking of. ‘I simply wanted Gwen to see…’ Gwen interrupted with more giggles. ‘I simply wanted Gwen to see for herself…’ Gwen was clutching the edge of the coffee table with one hand and holding her ample stomach with the other. ‘I simply wanted Gwen to see for herself that the corset would not restrict those activities in any way.’ Gwen’s giggles were subsiding when the doorbell rang and started her off again.
‘That’ll be Geoffrey,’ she giggled. ‘I told him to come back here after he’d visited a few estate agents. Hope you don’t mind?’
‘Not at all,‘ said Debbie.
‘Do you think he’d like to see the corset?’ asked Barrie.
Gwen collapsed over the coffee table. ‘If he sees you like that he’ll have a heart attack – and I don’t want that – I haven’t finished with him yet.’
Rather reluctantly, Barrie took Natasha’s beautiful body upstairs as a giggling Debbie went to the front door.
Geoffrey Manners was plump and jolly with a shock of white hair and a full white beard framing rosy cheeks. Gwen was sitting next to him, looking through a sheaf of property particulars when Barrie rejoined them. He was sure Natasha would approve, they seemed so happy together, but he had difficulty imagining how their stomachs could possibly allow sexual congress. She told them they were thinking about moving back to the Hamsworth area and on the subject of estate agents, she had a bit of gossip for them. Geoffrey placed a restraining hand on Gwen’s knee. ‘I’m not so sure it was him you know Gwen.’
