Chapter 19: Something for the weekend

 

The Kalinin’s requirements for Council of Kushtia had been precise. Between him and his son, I was coming to understand that Kushtians were capable of developing fairly specific tastes.

 

Luckily, I’d been able to work out how to satisfy them.

 

I was sitting in the lounge of a comfortable 1930’s style house, looking out across a perfectly manicured lawn. The rum punch on the table in front of me was completing a pleasant afternoon. I was about to be joined by Alessa Moran, which was possibly the only down-side. I’d worked with Alessa before. She could be over-powering, tiresome even, but she could usually fix things.

 

Alessa burst through the double doors from the hall. “Larry,” she gushed, “how LOVELY to see you.”

 

“Alessa,” I responded getting to my feet. “always a pleasure.” Like everything else, Alessa invariably took greetings to extreme. The conventional kiss on either cheek was, as usual, repeated three times and accompanied by a rib crushing embrace.

 

“Well,” she said, “this was a little challenge, wasn’t it?” Alessa looked, as always, striking. Her black jacket and skirt were perfectly tailored; her buttercup yellow blouse contrasted with the suit and her own dark skin. She sat down and crossed her legs, smiling all the time. She shook her head as she laughed, her mass of tightly curled, black hair bounced like a sprung ball. She was an incorrigible flirt. I could tell that she knew exactly how far up her thighs her skirt had ridden. “But such fun and so good to be working with you again.”  

 

“I’m sure you’ve come up trumps, Alessa. I hope you were able to keep this quiet?”

 

“Absolutely, Larry, absolutely. All done through my company, no mention of anyone else. You know me, the soul of discretion.”

 

Alessa was the soul of discretion like Liberace was shy but we’d been monitoring her emails and her mobile. It seemed like she had managed to keep her mouth shut about this little project.

 

“It’s very exciting, Larry! I’d never realised you had contacts in the fashion business. And it’s such an exciting idea, why shouldn’t bigger ladies have sexy swimwear too?”

 

“So, you’ve managed to find me some models.”

 

“Of course, Larry, of course. They’re getting changed now. Six lovely ladies. I think they’ll fit the bill for your project.”

 

I’d just passed on the Kalinin’s requirements to Alessa though I had interpreted the way in which the Kalinin had expressed them. Six women, he had said. At least 40 years old, possessed of a bosom able to comfort a man after many days in the desert and a seat that will endure ten days ride of a camel. I had also not been entirely honest about the exact reason why I was interested in seeing them. Alessa thought they were going to model a new range of swimwear for the well endowed, mature woman. And she was right, they were right now, it was just I had other plans for their future. “Well, let’s see them, then,” I said.

 

“Right away, Larry, right away. I’ll just check that they’ve got changed. They were all supposed to bring a costume but you know what models are like.” Alessa wandered off in the direction of the hall. She returned moments later. “All ready, Larry, darling,” she said. “All ready. You sit down and we’ll give you a show. Oh, I brought some music.”

 

She slipped a CD into the hi-fi and pressed ‘play’. Strains of the Beautiful South spilled out of the speakers. “She’s a perfect ten, but she wears a twelve. Honey keep a little two for me….” I put my head in my hands. Alessa was definitely the down side of this project.

 

The first of her models strode in wearing a shiny black one piece bathing suit. She certainly fitted the bill – probably forty two or forty four inches around the chest. Her swim suit was well cut and lycra does a wonderful job. She stopped in front of me to spin around. I guessed she was forty five years old, maybe a little more. She was well covered, for sure, and while she didn’t have the body of a fitness freak, she still looked as if she took care of herself. She posed, hands on hips, directly in front of me, smiled, turned and left. At the rear, she was sufficiently well upholstered to cope with the Kalinin’s notional camel ride, I thought. Not bad for a woman of her age.

 

The next went through the same routine. She was bigger breasted and a little bigger around the waist and a little shorter too, blonde hair and a really friendly smile. She would be fine too, I thought as she left the room.

 

Four more followed, each stepping confidently across the room, high heeled mules clacking on the wooden floor. At the end all six returned and stood in one long line across the room. Alessa made a big thing of the costumes. “I hope you approve Larry, you said they’d be doing swimsuit modelling. I told them all to bring something that showed them at their best. Look at the woman on the end there, doesn’t she just show that an older woman can wear a two piece if it’s well designed and well made? Don’t you agree? And that purple costume is really the right colour for the one on the left, isn’t it. Such a flattering shade. I only hope I’ve got their same fashion sense when I get to their age.” She smiled in anticipation of a compliment. I grunted in response. It didn’t dampen her enthusiasm. “And they’re all available for an overseas assignment at short notice, just like you asked. Three of them are single, two of them have just divorced, and the other one is widowed.” she laughed. “I found them through that divorcees, widows & singles support group. Such a clever idea of yours. They’ll all be glad of a bit of excitement, I should think!”

 

I asked the girls to walk around in a circle. I needed to be sure they’d fit the bill but I was pretty confident that the Kalinin would approve. Irritating as she was, Alessa had done a good job. Two blondes, three brunettes – two of them greying slightly with a salt and pepper look – and one suspiciously orange-haired redhead. Two long legged and tall, two of them rather short. All of them well covered and with bosoms that would offer sufficient comfort. They might all be over forty but they certainly didn’t look over the hill. I thought the range would get the Kalinin’s approval. Without knowing the tastes of the individual Councillors it was difficult but I guessed there would be something to suit each of them.

 

I clapped my hands. “Thank you ladies, thank you. That was fine. If you’d like to get dressed now.” The six of them relaxed and left the room, chatting and giggling like young girls. I turned to Alessa. “Well,” I said, “we need to talk. Let me just make a call. Excuse me.”

 

I followed the girls out into the hall, leaving Alessa in the lounge. As the last of the six went back into their changing room one of the snatch squad emerged from the room next door. I gave him a thumbs up sign. “They’re fine, I said. “All six.” He smiled and went back into his room. I went back to Alessa.

 

“You like, Larry? You like?” Alessa was as enthusiastic as ever. “You see how I meet your every need?” She smiled at me encouragingly and sat back, opening the jacket of her suit. Her own bosom was as well able to offer comfort as those of her models. She’d taken the opportunity while I was out of the room to undo one more button of her blouse. The cleavage revealed looked as if it would swallow a small Kushtian without a trace. I suppose it was intended to distract me.

 

“Very good Alessa. Absolutely fine. Just what I was looking for. They’ll be perfect.”

 

“So where are you planning to do the photo-shoot? Somewhere exotic I hope”

 

“Exotic? Yes, I guess you’d call it exotic.” I was thinking that I didn’t actually know much about Kushtia but I was working on the basis that anywhere that you hadn’t heard of was likely to count as exotic.

 

“Well, I hope I’m invited too. After all the trouble in setting this up, Larry, it’s the least you can do. I fancy a little winter sunshine. We could enjoy ourselves while the girls work.”

 

“Alessa, I’d love you to come. In fact I’m going to absolutely insist.”

 

“Wonderful, Larry wonderful.” Alessa beamed. “When are we going?”

 

“Oh quite soon. I want to get on with this project quickly.”

 

“Terrific, I’ll tell the girls right now.” Alessa leapt to her feet and was off towards the changing room as quickly as she could go in the heels she was wearing. I followed her. She was going to find out sooner or later, it was really too much effort to try to damp down her enthusiasm.

 

As Alessa burst through the door to the room that the girls had been using to change, she gave a startled cry at the sight in front of her. Two men were busily applying ropes to two of the women, Tricia, the third member of the team, was holding two others at gun point with their hands in the air. She gave me a friendly wave. The last two had already been roped and gagged and were sitting on the floor trying vainly to free themselves; rolling from side to side in attempts to loosen their bonds and grunting in a frustrated way into their gags.

 

Tricia turned her attention to Alessa. “Over here lady,” she said. “Join these two. Hands up and keep quiet.” Alessa did as she was told, first staring at the pistol that was jammed against her belly and then watching in horror as the last two of her models were forced to the floor to be tightly trussed.

 

“Larry, what on earth is this?” Allessa gasped. I didn’t bother to answer her.

 

I looked around at the way things were going. The team had done a neat job. Two of the girls were still in their swimming costumes, the one in the black lycra one piece was putting up quite a struggle but the ropes were showing no signs of letting her get free, the one in purple seemed to have abandoned hope of escape already, staring in terror at each of the snatch team in turn. One of the others had got into her skirt but she hadn’t put on her bra or top when the snatch team had disturbed them. They’d had fun with tying her up, lengths of white rope criss-crossing her tits, cutting painfully into the flesh. The redhead was completely naked, she was rolling around on the carpet grunting and groaning into her gag. The other two had got back into their street cloths before the snatch team came in.  It didn’t really matter; they were all going to be stripped off back at the Prep Centre anyway.

 

Alessa was fuming. “Larry, what is going on?” she demanded. “This isn’t the sort of thing I expect.” Even with her hands up and a gun pointing at her she seemed to think she should be able to control things. Tricia didn’t seem impressed.

 

“Is this one coming too?” she asked.

 

“Oh, yes I replied. She’s really keen to join the trip. Aren’t you Alessa?”

 

Alessa turned towards me. “Have you gone mad?” she fumed. “Oww!” She yelped as one of the team grabbed her arms and wrenched them behind her back. The ropes were jerked tight around her wrists and then her elbows. She kicked out at the man, scraping the heel of her shoe down his shin. In response he dragged her around and pushed her down face down across the large table that stood against the wall. The impact knocked the wind from her. “Dumb bitch!” the man exclaimed passing a loop of rope around her ankles and knotting it off. “That’ll slow you down.” He pulled her up from the table and span her around.

 

I walked across to where she was. One of the snatch squad’s kit bags was sitting on the table. I rummaged in it and pulled out a wad of foam. “Alessa,” I said, “after having to put up with your constant stream of chatter, you’ve no idea how much pleasure this gives me.” I nodded to the man holding her. He grabbed at her curly, jet black hair and pulled. She reacted with a yelp and I pushed the foam into her open mouth. Ignoring her choking and spluttering I slapped a length of tape across her mouth and followed it with two more. Alessa’s muffled groans and protests joined the chorus of complaint from the six other, helpless, women.

 

“Shall we get them shipped out?” the man holding Alessa asked. The captive women set to with a chorus of muffled grunts of complaint.

 

“Yeah, sure, I answered, earning still more terrified moans. “But just one thing.” I turned back to Alessa who was still struggling against her captor. “Alessa, dear,” I said, “you’ve really been taking great trouble to flash your legs at me today. So I think I should take a closer look.” I reached around her and unclipped the waist band of her skirt, I slid the zip down and let her skirt fall to the floor. “Very nice,” I said admiring the sight of her legs. “And you’ve been so keen to show me what’s in your jacket, I can hardly miss out on that, can I?” I pushed the jacket back off her shoulders.

 

She squealed as I grasped her blouse and tore it open. “Excellent,” I said, as I pulled the blouse back to expose her breasts, her yellow bra and panties pale against her almost black skin. “Well, I think they’ll be plenty of people enjoying that view over the next few days.” I turned to the man holding Alessa. “O.K.” I said. “now we can go. Let’s get them on the truck.”