by E V Daymuir
Natasha giggled, ‘It’s only a matter of time. Is there anything for premature ejaculation?’
Barrie made a big show of looking through the junk mail. ‘No, but there’s one for erectile dysfunction`. They enjoyed the moment as he tossed all the mail into the paper waste bin it was a relief to have something different to talk about. They had exhausted the subject of their body swap, covering it in great detail, over and over again. When they returned home from the police station a week ago, they promised to tell each other exactly what they had done. Natasha had admitted enjoying the power of Barrie’s penis, but of experiencing a deep frustration at not being able to control it as she wished. Barrie enjoyed his time as Natasha and hoped that the new areas of sexual activity he had led her into would continue, although he had not, as yet, told her about the session with Davina Maypole. He was putting it off, but would have to say something before Monday, otherwise she would set off to London and the Naughty but Nice photo session, without knowing what Davina was expecting.
They had discussed the threesome with Debbie at some length. Natasha had expressed a reluctance to repeat the experience in her own body and as luck would have it, for the time being at least, Debbie was not interested in repeating it either. She had found herself a man who was shagging her on a daily basis and reckoned that sharing Barrie for that one night, reminded her of what she was missing. She had gone out on the pull with a vengeance, and thanked Natasha for her revived sex life.
Natasha was still keen on a threesome with Sam though and often reminded Barrie about their agreement. He wasn’t as keen on the idea as he had been on having a threesome with Debs, but there was no point in getting into an argument over it – Sam would never agree. Natasha had not reminded him today, so perhaps she too was resigned to it never happening.
He checked his kit bag and carried it out to his car. Natasha followed with her coffee cup, kissed him, wished him luck, and promising to meet at the Rugby Club later. She watched as he turned the corner and listened as the BMW accelerated away from the village. She sipped at her coffee, then satisfied that he was well on his way, threw the remains onto the roses and went back inside, locking the door behind her. She put the cup in the kitchen sink, and then ran swiftly up the stairs.
In the bedroom, she stripped off and stood naked in front of the wardrobe mirror, wondering if she could get as turned on looking at her own body as she did when she had been in Barrie’s. She cupped her breasts and felt the nipples harden to the gentle massaging of her fingers. Then, continuing to rub her left nipple between thumb and forefinger, she slowly and sensuously moved her right hand down to trace the line of her waist and hip and across the top of her thigh to rustle through her soft pubic hair onto her clitoris. It was easily arouse these days. She brushed a finger gently across it and squirmed with pleasure. Barrie had been a bit heavy handed with it, so conscious of having it well lubricated she moved her hand down between her legs, where it was already wet. The thought of what she was going to do as soon as Barrie left had seen to that. She pushed two fingers in and felt her knees begin to tremble. This was a rehearsal for Barrie. Remembering how painfully stiff and eager his cock had become, she was determined to overcome her reluctance, to masturbate in front of him and enjoy watching his reaction. But for now, this was for her; she wanted to imagine that it was Samantha moving lubricated fingers in a slow circular motion over her own clitoris. Her tongue moved at the same pace, brushing her upper teeth, her eyes rolled out of focus, then her mouth opened as she began to breathe heavily. She eased down onto the bed and lay back on the two pillows, placed in position earlier. Now she was looking into Sam’s sex. Her fingers were moving at a feverish pace as her other hand moved down to help, three fingers entering into her wetness. God, she was so sexy. Her hips were lifting off the bed pushing against the probing fingers. Then it arrived like a train thundering into a station – a long train which kept going and going until it hit the buffers in an earth shattering climax. Even then her fingers would not stop and she experienced another shuddering orgasm. It felt wonderful, so wonderful and her fingers kept moving, until, fearful that she might never be able to stop, she dragged her hands away and walked on trembling legs to the bathroom.
After a quick shower and liberal spraying all over with French lime blossom cologne, a new favourite. She wriggled into lace panties and rejecting the matching bra, slipped into a short, cream silk chemise. Although the heat of summer had gone, she chose a knee length, scoop neck, summer frock, cream high heels with matching handbag and a pale lavender pashmina; in case it turned chilly later. She drove out of Lippinston, but instead of turning left on the ring road for the Rugby Club she turned to the right.. She was on her way to proposition Samantha Derby.
As an ex rugby player, Cardhew was enjoying the match and the carnival atmosphere which followed the second try, both score by Barrie Billingsgate. At halftime he was standing in a queue at the bar, when a tall, leggy, red head appeared. It was Penny Betts, the Travel Plan secretary who had met him and Jennie at the entrance to Hamsworth Towers on Monday morning. She put her arm around his waist and whispered in his ear. ‘Duggie Lummox, the Club Chairman, wonders if you would like to join him for a drink. Shall we go?’
Before he had chance to answer, she was propelling him towards a door marked ‘Private’ in the corner of the bar. He followed her through the door and up a steep staircase. As she was wearing a very short skirt it was impossible not to look at her long, slim legs. She turned her head slightly and spoke over her shoulder ‘I’m also Duggie’s girlfriend. Great game isn’t it?’
‘Yes an excellent game.’ He was making an effort to keep up. If he fell another step behind he would be looking up her knickers, he already knew she was wearing hold up stockings. He wondered if he would be as eager to keep up if it was Jennie Leadbetter climbing the stairs in front of him. She reached the top and turned sharp right though an open doorway, leading onto a terrace over the bar. There were a couple of dozen people on the terrace, at first glance, an equal mix of men and women. Some were sitting at a long narrow table, waiting for the game to re-start. Most were chatting in small groups. Duggie Lummox broke away from one such group as they moved onto the terrace. He approached, smiling with hand outstretched. Cardhew wasn’t sure about Duggie Lummox, but the handshake seemed firm enough.
‘Detective Inspector, how good to see you. I hope you’re not on duty?’
Cardhew returned his smile. ‘No, not today Mr Lummox.’
‘Ah, good, please call me Duggie, most people do. Can I get you a drink? What would you like? G &T – wine – beer?’
‘Bitter would be fine, thanks – Duggie.’
Penny Betts rested her hand on Duggie‘s arm. ‘I’ll get it darling. Will that be a pint inspector?’
‘That will be most welcome,’ and embracing both of them in his smile he added, ‘and the name is Ian.’
Duggie thanked Penny and watched as she walked over to a small bar at the back of the terrace, before taking him to meet the others in his small group, all members of the Travel Plan Board. He had met Basil Main and Phil Stammers at their offices, but it was the third man he was interested in, Sir Ken Allerby. Cardhew was not over impressed and found the way he treated Penny, when she returned with his pint, rather strange. Lady Sophie Macdonald, who was also a non executive director of Travel Plan, was very pleasant, but once again, Sir Ken had a strange way with her. Cardhew was beginning to wonder if he had found his man.
When the second half started they sat at a long narrow table looking out over the pitch. The men seemed quite knowledgeable and when Duggie discovered that he used to play for the Met, became very keen for him to become a social member. Cardhew said he would love to and insisted on buying them all a drink. Sophie declined, Penny had a white wine, Duggie, Bas and Phil were on bitter and Sir Ken’s was a gin and tonic. All the drinks were served in plastic glasses and despite Duggie’s protestation that they would be cleared away later; Cardhew picked up the
empties and took them to a bin. With his back to them, he retained Sir Ken’s glass, which he wrapped in his handkerchief, crushed and shoved into his inside jacket pocket.
As the game ended, Cardhew made his excuses and left. In the car park, he saw Natasha Billingsgate arrive in her sports car with the hood down. There was another attractive blonde girl with her. As they got closer he recognised her as Samantha Derby, the girl who had provided Barrie Billingsgate with an alibi. They were so busy chatting and laughing that they failed to notice him. He watched as they got out and walked arm in arm towards the club house. Now, that was interesting, why would Natasha Billingsgate be so friendly with a girl who was sleeping with her husband? He checked his mobile. There was a text from Jennie Leadbetter to say she had worked out how Lucinda Lovebrace could have tied herself up. She was at home if he wanted to see how. He sent a text to say he would be there in 20 minutes. On the way he took Sir Ken’s glass into the station… He was keen to get it DNA tested as soon as possible.
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE.
Jennie Leadbetter came to the door wearing a knee length raincoat. Cardhew was taken aback, and asked if they were going somewhere. She said no, led him into the lounge and offered him a drink. He declined on the basis that he had a pint and a half at the rugby club. She asked if he minded if she had one and promptly poured herself a generous brandy, which she drank in one go. She slammed the glass down on the sideboard and turned to face him. ‘Sorry about that sir, I’ve tried copying how I believe Lucinda Lovebrace tied herself up, but it won’t work with clothes on and I need a bit of Dutch courage.’ She untied the belt, turned her back on him and took the raincoat off, letting it drop onto the carpet. Cardhew’s jaw dropped – she was naked. She glanced over her shoulder at him. 'This way please sir.’
She walked into her bedroom. Cardhew followed, trying not to look at the way her delicious bottom moved as she walked. It was then that he noticed the black stilettos similar to those worn by Lucinda Lovebrace.
She had worked out how she was going to achieve her objective with the minimum of embarrassment, not necessarily to herself, but to him. She looked over her shoulder and pointed to some rope laid out on the bed and talked him through it. ‘As you know, sir, two pieces of rope were used.’ She picked up the short length of rope and sat on the edge of the bed. In doing so, she moved into profile, which Cardhew thought remarkable beautiful. He was trying to think of her as piece of art and concentrate on what she was doing, but that was very difficult when she bent forward to tie her ankles together and her full breasts swung gently to and fro. With her ankles bound, she turned towards him and picked up the long length of rope.
‘This is exactly the same length as that used and it’s the same make and diameter. The gag was spliced into the rope at the halfway mark. I’ve used a small piece of cloth as I don’t want to be completely gagged and hope to describe what I’m doing, or trying to do. When I put this in my mouth I am effectively left with two lengths of rope.’ She demonstrated, crossed the ropes at the back of her neck, brought them to the front and crossed them between her breasts, wrapped both lengths in opposite directions around her waist before crossing them and threading them between her legs. Holding both lengths of rope with one hand, she reached round with the other to take them. Then she crossed them over her buttocks brought them to the front again crossing them under her breasts, keeping them under her breasts as she crossed them behind her back. She paused and spoke through the rope.
‘This is where I had some difficulty in working out how she wrapped them round her neck, in fact, what I’m sure she did was first bring her right hand up, over her left shoulder with her hand going over her head and down to her tummy.’ She demonstrated, completed the same move with her left hand and knotted the ropes together, level with her knees. She looked at him and smiled. ’Have you followed it so far sir?’
Cardhew returned her smile. ‘Yes I have Jenny, and under the circumstances I think you can call me Ian, but, where do you go from there? How do you end up with your hands tied behind your back?’
‘Ah, well sir – I mean, Ian.’ She paused as if savouring the use of his name. ‘The thing is, I’ve never progressed beyond this point, because the fail safe she employed, obviously didn’t work. I’m only going to proceed if you promise to untie me.’ It was said light-heartedly and he answered in the same vein.
‘Of course, how long am I allowed to wait?’
‘It depends on what your intentions are.’
‘Oh, they would be honourable, I can assure you.’
She looked him in the eye. ‘I’m not sure I like the sound of that, what if I said I was thinking of going back to teaching.’
He scratched at his temple. She was telling him what he really wanted to know and whether she left the force or not, was really academic. He gave her a shy smile.
‘Perhaps they wouldn’t be so honourable after all.
She smiled back. ‘Good. Shall I continue?’
He nodded. Fortunately she was looking into his eyes and not at the front of his trousers where his interest in her was becoming evident.
She carefully measured both pieces of rope against her arm from where she had tied the knot, and tied them together again. Then with the ropes together after that knot she formed them into a clove hitch, slipped it over her wrists and worked it tight.
‘Here we go; this is where I lose all my modesty.’
‘Do you want me to look away?’
‘Not much point in that Ian. If I make this move when you’re not watching, you’ll only ask me how I did it. Anyway, I guess I really lost all right to my modesty when I decided to go through with this.’
‘If it’s any consolation, the rope suits you.’
She laughed as she bent forward, put her hands on the floor and stepped through her arms. Cardhew was amazed at her flexibility. She pulled the rope through until the loop formed by the first knot was under the stilettos. She paused to make sure it was hooked on the heels before slowly pulling her arm up behind her legs, by the time the rope was taut, her hands were level with the back of her knees. Then she moved to the edge of the bed, rolled onto it and executed a backward somersaulted, ending on her side with her wrists up in the small of her back and her ankles touching her buttocks. She moved her wrists up and down to demonstrate how she could tighten everything at will. She tried to speak, but the rope was too tight in her mouth. She looked at Cardhew to make sure he understood.
Cardhew was thinking. Jennie had brilliantly proved that Lucinda Lovebrace could have tied herself up, but there was something missing? He knelt on the bed behind her and examined her wrists. He couldn’t see a fail safe for her. There were the rope tails after the clove hitch. He pulled them one at a time, then together. The only effect being to tighten the knot. Anyway, the ends of the rope on Lucinda were looped through the rope behind her neck and tied back to her wrists. He touched Jennie on the shoulder.
‘Can you hold that for another few seconds?’
She relaxed her hands to give a strangulated, yes.
‘Okay, now, I’m not going to tie the rope off, but I’m going to thread it under the ropes at the back of your neck and take it back to your wrists. Are you alright with that? She indicated that she was. He pushed both ends through together, pulled them back to her wrists. He tugged at it to demonstrate how it pulled her head back into the position they found the victim in. He relaxed the pressure, only to receive a muffled protest from Jennie, who was telling him to do it properly.
‘Are you sure?’
She nodded her approval and he pulled the rope tight, tied a knot and got off the bed to stand in a position where the person who must have done that to the victim would have stood.
Jennie was lying on her left side, in exactly the same position. She opened her eyes to look up at him. He was rubbing his left temple again. His right hand stretched out and touched her on her right cheek, on the right side of her nose, then along her top lip to her left nostril. She li
ked his touch but was finding it difficult to breath and moved her head to convey her discomfort. He moved quickly onto on the bed to untie her and realised when he got to her wrists that by pushing on the ends, rather than pulling he could ease the pressure on the clove hitch and slip it off. He pulled the loop off the stilettos and she gratefully straightened her legs. He untied the rope around her ankles as she pulled the rope out of her mouth and passed the loop over her head. He helped her stand and held her as the circulation returned to her legs.
‘What do you think Ian?’
He grinned. ‘I think you are incredibly beautiful.’
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.
‘Are you really thinking about going back to teaching?’
‘If it means I can be with the man I fancy yes, but, what was the answer to our experiment? What were you thinking about when you touched my face – and don’t say how incredibly beautiful I am.’
‘Ah, well, if you don’t want the truth; I was thinking about the position we found Lucinda Lovebrace in. You were the same, as near as makes no difference and I can understand how semen was found in her right nostril – but how could it have got into the left one?’
‘Perhaps she turned to look up at him at the point of ejaculation. It could part of what turned her on.’
‘Maybe, but could she have turned her face upwards? It seemed to me that when your head was pulled right back, you would have found that impossible.’
‘Do your want to tie me up again to check?’
‘No, we’ll do it some other time. I think she was left to die, but even if we find out who was with her, it will be difficult to pin a murder charge on him.’
‘Could it be a her?’
He touched her on the nose with his finger. ‘I know where you’re coming from. We have video evidence to show that Julie Bunford shared a session with her, but she has a cast iron alibi – and you spoke to her lover.’
