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A Delicate Balance
by
Carmenica Diaz
Part 3: A Cutting Moment.
William walked back to his small one room flat, his head spinning with what had just occurred.
No police!
Not going to prison!
He was, of course, happy to avoid prison but there was something about Ms Candace Bergman that made William wary. He had survived families and the streets long enough to recognise a ruthless person when he saw one.
And there was no doubt in William’s mind that she was ruthless and that made her scary!
‘She’s a crazy bitch,’ he muttered as he walked, ‘all that crap about snakes and cocks!’
He stopped and looked at himself in the reflection of a pawnbrokers window.
Am I handsome? Maybe this modelling shit might mean a new start for me, a way to make money!
As he let himself into his small flat, he thought about telling Robyn. It would give him an excuse to call her but remembered what Bergman had said about confidentiality. At this stage, he didn’t want to annoy Ms Bergman and make her rip up their deal. He had narrowly escaped prison and did not want to risk Bergman tearing up the agreement.
At that point, William wondered if he should have read the document.
Too late now!
‘Be nice to her,’ he told himself as he opened a beer, ‘do what the crazy bitch wants and wait. Who knows, I might be able to lift some things from her house!’
Buoyed with the thought of possible theft, William slumped on his threadbare sofa and watched television.
In the back of her sleek limousine, wrapped in an elegant fur coat, (she saw no reason why she could care about mere animals), Candace dreamed of art, imagination and pain. It was, she smiled to herself, a very delicate balance!
*****
Full of bravado in the sanctuary of his own small flat, William felt his courage dissipate the moment he stepped onto the gleaming marble floors of Bergmans!
Elaine smiled when she saw William, wearing the same suit he had worn the day before, appear nervously at her desk.
‘You’re punctual,’ Elaine said. ‘She likes that, so keep it up.’
She smirked at her sly innuendo but William didn’t catch the subtle meaning. Elaine registered that William, just like the others, was not terribly smart.
‘The car park is in the basement. It is a secure basement so after I send you down in the elevator, the only way out is with a pass key. Here, take this,’ Elaine said, offering a scented white envelope.
‘Wha…what is it?’ William asked.
It’s an envelope, moron, Elaine felt like saying but, instead she smiled and said ‘it is your instructions. You are to read them when you are in the basement.’
She saw the confusion in his eyes and could not resist asking, ‘you can read, can’t you?’
He grunted something and snatched the envelope.
‘I’ll use my key to send you down,’ Elaine said, summoning the elevator.
Nervously, William shuffled into the elevator car and, heart pounding, watched Elaine insert her key, press the basement button and removed her key.
‘Have a nice trip,’ Elaine smirked and waited until the elevator door closed.
Back at her desk, she pressed the intercom and said, ‘he’s on his way down, Ms Bergman.’
‘Is the camera feed operating, Elaine?’
‘Yes, Ms Bergman, it’s on channel three.’
‘Thank you, Elaine.’
‘Ms Bergman…’ Elaine said hurriedly, finger holding the intercom button down.
‘Yes, Elaine?’ Ms Bergman replied, voice cool and a little distant.
Elaine felt her face grow warm but she had to ask.
‘Could…could I…watch?’
In her office, Candace smirked and waited a moment or two to draw out Elaine’s tension.
‘Yes, Elaine, you can watch.’
‘Thank you, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said huskily and hurried into Ms Bergman’s office.
*****
The elevator doors opened and William stared out uncertainly at the underground car park.
The elevator chimed and a robotic voice said, ‘basement car park. Please exit the car.’
William stayed where he was and, gripping the envelope Elaine had given him, peered onto the brightly lit car park.
‘Please exit the car!’
If an automatic, robotic voice could sound agitated and irritated, this was what it would sound like!
William stepped out of the car, the doors closed and he was alone in the vast underground car park.
Suddenly he heard music and a distinctive voice, loud and echoing in the vast car park, exotic vocals bouncing from concrete walls!
Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear
Oh, oh.
Oh, I been flying... mama, there aint no denyin
Ive been flying, aint no denyin, no denyin
Of course, as a Led Zepplin fan, William recognised the music as “Kashmir1” and wondered where it was coming from.
A sleek car slid by, windows down and it was obvious the music was pounding from the stereo of the vehicle. The chauffer was white, cap askew, cigarette hanging from his thin lips and eyes focussed somewhere between the car park and Kashmir, visions of Robert Plant dancing in his stoned eyes while his thin hands pounded the steering wheel in a meaningless effort to keep time with Bonham.
Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear
Ohh.
When Im on, when Im on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when Im down...
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well Im down, so down
Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there
The car vanished and moments later, the pounding rhythm suddenly stopped and the silence was heavy.
A car door slammed and the pale faced youth appeared, walking towards the elevator. He tipped his cap and nodded to William with wary eyes.
‘Was’up, man?’
‘Hey,’ William said in a croaky voice.
‘You waiting for someone?’
The youth pressed the elevator button.
‘Nah. I mean, maybe.’
The youth smiled, looked William up and down before smiling.
‘Got you, dude! You go for it, man! You ride that rich pussy!’
The elevator arrived, the youth stepped in and pantomimed fucking with jerky hip movements until the doors closed.
Strangely, Williams could still hear Kashmir in his mind.
His fingers shook as he tore open the envelope. Glancing around the empty car park, he focused on the typewritten letter.
My car is parked in Bay 1. There is a metal garbage bin next to it and you will disrobe completely and put everything including personal effects (wallet, watch) into the garbage bin. Naked and with nothing, you will then get into the boot2 of the limousine, closing it behind you. There is no negotiation in this matter.
William stared at the letter in disbelief!
Take all my clothes off! She’s fucking insane!
For a moment, William considered walking away, of trying to find a way out of the car park. What stopped him was the knowledge that Ms Bergman would hand his confession to the police and probably urge the police to investigate William’s record.
That would not be good!
There were a few outstanding matters he did not want the police to become interested in.
Slowly, he walked through the underground car park, searching for Bay 1.
*****
Candace pointed at the monitor screen as the young man in the cap walked into the elevator.
‘And who is that idiot?’
Elaine peered at the grainy image.
‘The new chauffer for Mrs Billington-Smith; Mrs Billington-Smith is shopping in Intimate Apparel.’
‘My lord, Is she screwing that awful spotty man?’
‘I’m…I’m not sure, Ms Bergman…’
‘What on earth has happened to a simple thing like good taste!’
Candace sighed and studied the monitor screen that had silently risen from inside her desk top. Elaine stood beside her, also staring at the screen in breathless anticipation.
Eyes glinting, Candace looked at her and smiled softly.
‘I think, Elaine, you will see much better if you kneel beside me.’
Elaine flushed but carefully knelt, her knees pressing against the expensive carpet, hoping she would not ladder her pantyhose.
‘Good,’ Candace said sarcastically when they saw William reading the letter, ‘he can read!’
*****
William walked around the gleaming limousine and saw immediately the boot was open. The garbage bin was also there, just as the letter said.
The letter.
Disrobe completely!
William looked around the basement and knew he could probably not escape it without a security key.
He also understood that Ms Bergman would hand him to the police. The confession he had signed was for a small accident, just a garden wall but the police would see his record. And his step-father would probably press charges for taking his precious car! And there were those unpaid fines as well as the thefts!
Stupid Edwin might even press charges for the bloody tie!
It suddenly occurred to William that Ms Bergman probably knew about his record and the outstanding matters the police would be very interested in.
She’s a real bitch!
He lifted the lid to the garbage bin and saw it was empty. However, there was a strong smell of petrol and William could see there was about three inches of liquid on the bottom of the bin.
Sighing, he began to take his clothes off. Completely naked, he stuffed everything – clothes, shoes, wallet, even Edwin’s tie – into the bin.
Nervously, he opened the boot, slid inside and closed the lid.
*****
Elaine stared up at the screen and Candace frowned at the image displaying a naked William.
‘Goodness, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said breathlessly, staring at William’s large cock that hung over the young man’s plump balls, ‘he’s…he’s…’
‘I can see very well, Elaine! It appears he is not circumcised.’
Elaine looked up at Ms Bergman from her kneeling position.
‘He’s big though, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said earnestly. ‘It’s…’
‘His penis is more than adequate, Elaine but I insist on the head being visible at all time. I should never assume but I had hoped he was circumcised. It is a set back.’
‘It’s…it’s still a very nice one, Ms Bergman, I mean, it’s thick…’
‘And you seem to enjoy looking at it, Elaine.’
Elaine flushed and licked her lips.
Both women watched the screen until William vanished into the car boot.
‘Turn it off, Elaine,’ Candace said, standing up, ‘and get my coat!’
Elaine jumped to her feet, pressed buttons and the monitor screen slid noiselessly into the desk top. Rushing to the wardrobe, she returned with the fur coat and held it so Candace could slip into it.
‘Call Doctor Steerburg and have her come to my house tomorrow morning. She will need to be prepared, Elaine, for some minor surgery. Do you understand?’
‘I…I understand, Ms Bergman.’
‘And tell Bernard I am ready to go.’
Elaine hurried out to call the chauffer and the doctor while Candace touched up her lipstick.
‘Doctor Steerburg will be there at nine tomorrow, Ms Bergman,’ Elaine said breathlessly after completing the errands.
‘Excellent,’ Candace said, walking to the door.
She paused and looked at her assistant.
‘Elaine, I would be disappointed if you masturbated tonight.’
Elaine hung her head.
‘I…I know, Ms Bergman…it’s difficult…’
‘I expect you to have some control, Elaine. You are my personal assistant after all.’
Candace smiled when she saw Elaine’s face was now a deep red.
‘However, I do acknowledge that you have been working very hard.’
Elaine hopefully lifted her head.
‘So, if you exhibit self control this evening, you will be permitted to visit my residence tomorrow to watch Doctor Steerburg adapt our model.’
Elaine’s face burst into a large happy smile.
‘Oh, thank you, Ms Bergman. I won’t…won’t…’
‘Won’t what, Elaine?’ Ms Bergman asked a little impatiently.
‘I…I won’t touch myself tonight…’
‘See that you don’t, Elaine. I would be more than a little annoyed if you transgressed our agreement.’
Bernard, the chauffer, was waiting by Elaine’s desk and he respectfully followed Candace into the elevator.
Her high heels rapped loudly as she led the way through the echoing car park to the car and Bernard hurriedly opened the rear door for her. As she slid in, he glanced at her long legs, sheathed in gleaming Italian nylon.
‘When you have finished ogling my legs, Bernard, you can drop a lit match into the garbage bin. I would then like to get home as quickly as possible.’
‘Very good, Ma’am,’ Bernard said, flushing as he quickly closed the door. He then struck a match and dropped it into the garbage bin.
Moments later, the limousine drove through the car park, leaving the burning garbage bin behind.
The overhead sprinklers came on just as the limousine rolled through the exit and a few drops of water splattered onto the roof.
‘You will have to wash and polish the car tomorrow, Bernard,’ Ms Bergman said, flicking through a magazine, ‘I expect it has water marks on it now.’
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Story continues in Part 4: A Slice of Life – to be published soon.
Carmenica Diaz
1 Kashmir – Led Zepplin
2 Trunk - for our American cousins.
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