by E V Daymuir
She pulled him close; she could feel his erection building and quite liked the idea of discussing the case as foreplay. ‘Yes, I‘m sure that‘s genuine, Julie Bunford was reluctant to involve her and that’s understandable, but she was sure Bunford left her house after 5.15, she woke her to say she was leaving. She had to tidy her house ready for an estate agent’s visit at 10am, which was true; he arrived as I was leaving. But she could have gone to the penthouse first.’
‘You’re forgetting she was found at 6.30. Even Jenson Button couldn’t get back from Bromsgrove in that time. No, I still think it was one of her regular customers.’
His cock was brushing her thigh. ‘What do you think about the Billingsgates’ story?’
He laughed. ‘It’s a rum old do.’
She fell backwards onto the bed, pulling him with her, whispering in his ear.' I'll be the judge of that.’
CHAPTER THIRTY TWO.
After burning onto DVD, Dudley Wink wiped all the Anita von Beta material from his computer. He labelled the DVD ‘Exotic Wildlife’ and hid it in an ‘All Creatures Great & Small’ box set.
Now he was ready to transfer his attention back to Natasha Billingsgate, having changed his mind about posting her hard-core activities on the Anita von Beta website. Probably just as well, with all the flack flying around following the murder. Or was it murder? Detective Inspector Cardhew seemed to have an open mind, not like that up-start Detective Sergeant Kimberley who tried to pin everything on him. He had gone voluntarily to Hamsworth Police Station, as advised by Ed Templeman, but that twat Kimberly refused to listen to his story and banged him up in the cells as a murder suspect. Fortunately Cardhew arrived, remembered him from the Mayfair case, and common sense prevailed. He told Cardhew everything, well almost. He was bailed to return to the station if required and had been back once, when Cardhew assured him that as he had a contract to work for Lucinda Lovebrace, no crime had been committed – not that his wife would believe that if she ever found out.
The gorgeous naked body of Natasha Billingsgate filled the screen. Without Lucinda Lovebrace around, he was in love with Natasha again. With only 10 minutes of titillating and hard-core material of her edited together he desperately wanted more. Hugh Portland had agreed to let him camp in the copse overnight to see what wildlife he could capture on camera. Poor old Hugh, he had no idea, but as it turned out, neither did he. His night in the copse was to prove more rewarding than he could have possibly imagined.
Samantha Derby was caught completely off guard when Natasha Billingsgate phoned to say she knew she was bonking her husband and suggested they meet for lunch and a chat. Guilty though she was, the idea of a public humiliation did not appeal. She suggested her flat, where she hoped to be able to explain, rationally and without any emotional outbursts, that it was only a bonk. And that a bonk, as far as she was concerned, did not mean anything. Which it didn’t; except the relationship had suddenly changed. It was going to be a difficult meeting.
The moment Natasha walked through the door, Sam liked her. There was no animosity, quite the reverse, she was open and friendly. There was something about her, which struck a chord of familiarity, and she was desperately trying to think what it could be, when Natasha dropped the bombshell.
'Look Sam, I know you won’t believe me, but there’s something I really must tell you.'
Sam’s guilt prompted her to interrupt..
'No, it’s me that should be telling you everything.'
Natasha surprised her by swiftly leaning forward and kissing her lightly on the nose.
'You don’t have to tell me anything Sam, I know you only wanted a bonk – a bit like having a cigarette – Barrie treated it the same way. I’m the one to blame for changing everything. You see, it was me Sam. I was in Barrie’s body when your lunchtime bonk turned into a wonderful lovemaking session.'
Samantha laughed. Barrie had mentioned Natasha’s strange sense of humour, but this was off the wall. However, before she could think of some smart comment, Natasha launched into intimate details of that magical lunchtime, some of which was so personal to the moment they were beyond guessing. She could not possibly have known unless Barrie told her and she knew Barrie well enough to know that he was not, by any stretch of the imagination, good on detail. Apart from the lunchtime session, there was the evening they had dinner at Roberto’s, following Barrie’s visit to Lucinda Lovebrace. She knew everything, right down to the finest detail. So, as crazy as it seemed, she just had to believe, although if anyone ever asked if she really thought they could have exchanged bodies, she would of course say no.
When Natasha proposed a threesome, she told her that she never had lesbian tendencies. Natasha claimed not to have had them either, but admitted that being in Barrie’s body and coping with his sex drive had left her unsure of her own sexuality. A threesome did not necessarily mean that they should do anything other than support each other and get the best out of Barrie, but she could not deny that she still felt the same way about her as she had when in Barrie’s body. Natasha’s slim hand covered hers and her beautiful grey eyes looked pleadingly into her own.
'Please do this for me Sam. I have to know. I won’t come on to you, I promise.'
Samantha was tempted, she enjoyed sex and if she was ever going to have a threesome, it could not be with two more beautiful people, but she sensed danger. 'You could be playing with fire Natasha. I don’t want to hurt you, but I know I won’t be able to hold back if, Barrie makes love to me as you did.'
'Is that a yes then?'
'Yes – on the understanding that I can’t be held responsible for any consequences.'
Natasha gave her a thankful smile and a big hug. 'I understand Sam. Can we make it this evening?' Samantha returned the hug. 'Why not? Yes let’s. Should we decide on a plan of action?'
They hatched their plans over coffee and sandwiches, before leaving in Natasha’s car for the rugby club.
When Barrie saw Sam with Natasha, he guessed what she was planning. He really enjoyed the threesome with Debbie and although Tash had been banging on about it, he never really believed she would want to go through with the reciprocal arrangement. Why would she, now she was back in her own body? How had she managed to persuade Sam to join in? It made him nervous, which was unlike him when it came to sexual matters. His worst fears were realised when Natasha joked about keeping him sober as he was taking them both out to dinner. She was obviously determined to prise Barrie away from the rugby club before the beer started to flow. He made the excuse that Duggie liked to have a post mortem on the game over a couple of beers, but Duggie waved the idea away and told him to take the girls to Roberto’s and charge everything to Travel Plan – they deserved it after saving Travel Plan Dynamic. So, with Samantha providing what could possibly be termed as immoral support, they virtually frogmarched him to his car and followed him to Lippinston.
At Holly Tree Cottage, three bottles of champagne were nicely chilled in the fridge. Natasha had deliberately planned everything to remind him of the DebTash celebrations, and their threesome with Debs. This was the deal and she did not want him reneging on it.
'Come on Barrie – open the champagne.'
'Yes, come on Barrie. I’m dying for it – aren’t you Tash?'
Natasha giggled. 'And the champagne Sam. Are we going to toss a coin to see who goes first?'
Sam giggled. 'Perhaps we should blindfold him, spin him around and see which one it points at.'
'That’s good idea – a sort of spin the wheel.'
'Or spin the heel.'
Barrie ignored their banter and opened the champagne, carefully filled the glasses, handed one to each of them, then picked up his own and raised it. 'Good Health.'
Natasha placed her slender fingers over the glass. 'Can’t we have a better toast than that? How about – Good Sex?'
'Or fantastic sex,' suggested Sam.
'And lots of it,' giggled Natasha
Barrie emptied his glass in one go. 'Look, I
’m sorry to disappoint you girls, but I’m not up for this.'
Natasha looked at Sam. They nodded to each other, emptied their glasses and put them on the table. 'Top him up Sam. I’ll open another.'
Sam smiled at Barrie as she took his glass and slowly filled it to the rim. 'We don’t believe you have any say in the matter Barrie.'
Natasha worked the second bottle of champagne into the ice cubes in the bucket. 'Darling, if I couldn’t control your cock, what chance have you got. Now, be a sweetie and carry this up stairs.' Barrie took the ice bucket without comment, he knew they were right.
In the copse, Dudley Wink had set up the one-man bivouac and his camera. His main worry was lighting. Zooming into the Billingsgate’s bedroom window was okay for the moment because being a double aspect room the evening sunlight was flooding through net curtains on the other side. He could deal with back lighting, but sunset was just after 7pm. The only chance of getting anything after that would be if they left lights on and curtains open, which was most unlikely. Perhaps he should get some sleep and hope for some early morning action, it made sense, but he was reluctant to leave his camera. There was always the possibility that the delectable Natasha was home alone. He gave himself another ten minutes and was thinking about some sort of an alarm system for detecting movement, when something flickered on the screen. He pushed the backlight button. It was Billingsgate, putting something on a bedside table. It was an ice bucket with what looked like a bottle of champagne. Something blocked the picture and he quickly zoomed out to find Natasha by the window. No – not Natasha – easy to make the mistake though – it was another gorgeous blonde. Was that bastard cheating on his wife? No – Natasha moved in alongside her. She was pointing towards the copse. He eased back into the shadows, but she was pointing across the fields now, obviously showing her the view. They turned towards each other and kissed. Were they sisters? Now they were looking back towards him and…he couldn’t believe it…they were slowly taking their clothes off. He set his camera to movie and gently pushed down on the start button.
Barrie groaned. His old boy twitched as soon as they began to undress in time to the music that Natasha had chosen for the occasion. When they turned towards him, both completely naked, his erection was almost complete, although severely restrained by underpants and trousers. As if choreographed, they moved gracefully in opposite directions. Natasha onto the bed and Sam over to him. She said nothing, just stood behind and turned him towards Natasha who sat on a pile of cushions and resting her back against the padded headboard. She looked directly at them and smiled as she cupped her breasts with both hands, before moving her right hand, slowly and sensuously down over her stomach, fingers stretching to make contact with her clitoris. As her fingers began to move, Sam’s hands came around from behind and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He felt her breasts press hard against his back as her nimble fingers unfastened his belt and eased the zip down, just far enough so that she could pull the shirt out from his trousers. Then taking hold of the shirt on both sides, just below the collar, she pulled it off, as if undressing a young child. Barrie could not take his eyes off Natasha who now had three fingers of her left hand inserted into her vagina and moaned softly, as the fingers of the right hand described a circular motion over her clitoris. His old boy was painfully trapped in his underpants, but Sam came to the rescue, reaching in to ease it out with one hand as she pulled trousers and pants down with the other. Then, holding it with both hands, she felt the blood coursing into it. 'Nice one Barrie', she whispered, waggling it up and down until it was so stiff it was difficult to move it at all. She grinned at Natasha. 'Well done Tash – Barrie’s brain is back in its normal place.'
Barrie said nothing. Natasha was about to come, he could tell, he knew how her body worked. The heavy breathing – the legs stiffening, but somehow, she managed to stop on the brink and with a defiant stare, slowly withdrew her fingers, sucked on them and made a signal for Sam to join her. Sam gave Barrie’s penis a final tweak, before skipping to the bed and laying down with her head in Natasha’s lap.
'Come on Barrie, or do you want Sam to perform for you as well?'
Sam smiled at him and let one hand stray down towards her vagina.
Barrie kicked off his trouser and pants, hopped on alternate legs to drag off his socks, and then moved quickly to the end of the bed. He looked at the delicious creatures on the bed and was at a loss to know where to start. Natasha solved his dilemma.
'Guests first Barrie, but the rules of the game are that you follow our directions, I want more than ‘a good seeing to’ and Sam deserves more than a bonk.'
Holding Sam‘s shoulders she directed Barrie to make love to Sam, as she had done and when Sam eventually convulsed into a wonderfully noisy orgasm – they were as one.
SIX MONTHS LATER
Chief Superintendent Cullen was happy with the manslaughter conviction. Another case solved and vindication for his trust in modern policing methods. He had lost Detective Sergeant Kimberley, but that was inevitable. Kimberley was fast tracked to Inspector and the force needed more officers like him. He had been instrumental in bringing the offender to book, despite interference from Detective Inspector Cardhew. How could anyone possibly believe they had not got the right man? Certainly not the CPS, they backed the case all the way. Of course, Cardhew, being Cardhew could not accept he was wrong and decided to take early retirement. He only had a month to go. A younger person would be coming in. Someone he could mould to his way of thinking. There was no place in his team for old-fashioned policing.
DI Cardhew delayed closing the file on the Lovebrace case, much to the annoyance of Cullen who was convinced he was retiring out of a fit of pique. Cardhew was happy with that. What Cullen thought and spread around the station, was not something he would lose any sleep over. Only his mother and Jennie knew the truth. The wedding would take place on a beach in Barbados three days after he closed his office door for the last time. Everyone believed Jennie was leaving the force to go back into teaching, the possibility of them being in a relationship never occurred. Who would think a cracking young woman like Jennie could be attracted to someone like him? They planned their future around working together, but that could wait until they had travelled a bit.
He thumbed through the Lovebrace file, took out all the lab reports and laid them out carefully on the desk. The more he thought about her death, the more he was disinclined to believe it was simply a sex game gone wrong. He kept coming back to the position they found the body in and Jennie’s brave reconstruction. There was something which puzzled him at the time and he was determined to find the answer.
*****
From the roof garden, Julie looked across snow-covered fields towards Lippinston. She had been living and working in the penthouse since Lucy’s death, but now was it legally hers together with all the businesses in the Lovebrace portfolio. That had not been her intention, but it had all worked out nicely and her new found wealth allowed her to let Peter have all the proceeds from the sale of their house. He seemed happy with the new love in his life and she was relieved that they could still talk to each other. Becky had taken the news that she was a lesbian in her stride. Perhaps she had guessed the truth some years ago. She had thought about selling the penthouse, or perhaps splitting it in two, but there were so many good memories of Lucy – apart from the last one. She shivered; it was cold on the roof garden and she had not thought to slip on a coat. She never doubted that what she had done for Lucy had been for the best. She arrived from Suzy’s in the early hours of that fateful morning and as luck would have it, forgot to take Lucy’s driving gloves off. She used the service lift as usual, which again turned out to be a stroke of luck as the CCTV cameras were not recording. It was only ever her intention to creep into bed with Lucy and make love to her, before explaining that she found it impossible to watch, or even think about her having sex with men. She was hoping Lucy would make it easy for her to end their relationship, but wasn’t sure how. As s
he moved silently into the corridor, a shaft of light from the half-open bedroom door indicated that she could be with someone. She tiptoed to the door and listened. All she could hear was the buzzing of a vibrator, a normal sound for Lucy’s bedroom. She peered in and was shocked to find her trussed-up on the bed. Lucy looked up as she entered and when she hurried across to untie her, made it obvious that was not what she wanted. She had difficulty talking with the gag in her mouth but managed to convey that a client was arriving. She heard the front lift start to work and fled across the passage to the office. After carefully closing the door, her attention was drawn to the new flat screen monitor, next to the computer. She never thought to ask what it was for but as soon as she saw the six images of Lucy on the bed, she knew. Later, when she saw herself on the Anita von Beta website she was shocked and bitterly disappointed with Lucy, but since then, having watched it many times, she treasured the reminder of the immense pleasure she had been able to give to her. By insisting on the mask, Lucy obviously never wanted her to be recognised, so she eventually agreed with Dudley Wink that it could stay on the website and she continued to pay him the agreed royalties.
It was sometime before a man entered the bedroom. He must have taken his clothes off in the long room, for he was naked save for a Bill Clinton facemask. He walked quickly to the bed and taking the ends of the rope near Lucy’s wrists, passed them under the rope around her neck and back to her wrists where he hauled it tight. As her head snapped back, she gasped and the man achieved an instant erection. He was well endowed and Lucy’s eyes hungrily devoured every movement as he began to masturbate. It seemed to take an age with the man slowly stroking himself, rubbing it against her cheek, then moving so she could see it in profile. Julie had never seen a man masturbate before and despite herself, found it fascinating – but obviously not as much as Lucy who was beginning to convulse towards orgasm and desperately trying to add some action to the vibrator buzzing away between her thighs. When Lucy came, it was explosive. She could hear her cries and at the time thought it strange that no word had been spoken between them. Then the man made a fist around his penis and pumped it up and down at a furious pace until, grunting with satisfaction, he ejaculated over her face. A close-up camera showed it splashing onto her nose and cheek as he moved close at the moment of release. He shook his penis to let the last drops fall before wiping it in her hair. Without giving her a backward glance, he turned and walked away.
