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Caroline busied herself packing her cases and moving them from the sumptuous luxury of the blue room to the austere former servants room which Felicia had allocated to her, the narrow stairs were awkward and she had little time to think about things until Felicia brought her a waitress uniform.
“Why do I have this awkward feeling?” Caroline asked, “is this straight forward waitressing?”
“Oh yes, very straight forward, nothing new I promise!” Felicia lied convincingly.
Caroline quickly dressed in the black dress and followed Felicia downstairs, where Sarah was busy preparing the meal, “How are we doing Sarah?” Felicia asked.
“Yes, it’s all under control but it really needs four sets of hands.” Sarah explained.
“Well tell Caroline what’s needed, she says she’s done it all before!” Felicia continued, “I’ll set the tables.”
“I can do that!” Caroline suggested, “I did silver service!”
“No, my table setting is somewhat specialised, avant gard even.” Felicia explained. “Help Sarah here if you would please.”
“Just shift these over there, would you,” Sarah half asked and half ordered, and Caroline took a cloth and started to move the hot dishes as Sarah suggested.
Caroline made some space and then Felicia returned and dropped a bombshell.
“Caroline, you don’t like Leila do you?” she asked, “Only we need her as we’re one short for the display this evening, unless you would, would you mind?” Felicia asked.
Caroline stared at Felicia, “You said it was waitressing!” she challenged her eyes blazing.
“Well dear, I said it was nothing you hadn’t done before,” Felicia replied, “If you remember, and it will save a lot of running around.”
“Well I wont.” Caroline said with abrupt finality.
“Oh, don’t be childish.” Felicia insisted, “Don’t pretend you’re not excited by the prospect Caroline,” Felicia asked, “I bet you’re getting damp already!”
“No,” Caroline exclaimed,
“I’ll do a deal Caroline,” Felicia offered “If you show me your panties, and there’s no wet patch then I wont ask again but.”
“Oh all right, just this once!” Caroline agreed knowing there was indeed a wet patch, indicating her growing excitement, “Display shelf, squat, no more.”
“That’s settled then, thank you Caroline,” Felicia continued. “Can rely on you to help Sarah get the others on the display shelf,” Felicia suggested, “They ought to be here soon!” she had a thought, “Check the straps will you and if you could make sure there are enough waitress outfits.”
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Caroline made her way to the display room, she saw it at it’s most menacing with the poles gleaming silver in the gloom of the strange asymmetric cavern with the step seemingly cut from the rock as she peered intently into he gloom until she spotted the light switches and then the whole atmosphere changed. Instantly, bathed in brilliant hues of Halogen lights, it was like an art gallery, she decided as she accidentally switched on the spot lights instead of the overhead lights.
Caroline mentally applauded the architect or was it the designer of the display room with it shelf and it’s five beautifully sculpted and exactly even alcoves to display five works of art and what art could be more beautiful than the human female form? And the juxtaposition of steel and stone was, she observed, inspired.
The dresses were hanging beside the light switch panel, five as Felicia suggested, black with vestigial white aprons and Caroline noticed the door at the far end of the display room, she was curious as to where it led so she went to investigate and found the heavy oak door opened on to a short corridor, which led to a heavy oak door firmly locked at each end and an unlocked oak door part way down the same side of the corridor as the display room door.
Caroline eased the door open, wondering what secrets it might hold and stared into the cavernous gloom, metal gleamed dully, and Caroline searched desperately for a light switch, suddenly she clicked the lever down and the room lit up, revealing a row of cages, suddenly the layout of the castle made more sense.
Caroline gasped, cages five rows, three tiers high, some rusty some polished, it was the cage room where she had seen the slaves displayed on her first visit and some were occupied, suddenly “Oi put that bleeding light out I’m trying to get some kip!” a thin unpleasant female voice trilled.
“Yes, it ent time yet sod off!” another voice added, but Caroline moved down the room to see where the sounds came from. Four cages on the middle tier were occupied, she saw the name tags clipped to the bars, “Frankie,” and slightly top heavy completely naked brunette stared at her blinking in the harsh glare, and in the next cage, “Carla,” another thinner brunette “Micky” again brunette was the next cage and another brunette “Jane,” in the fourth.
“Misses Partridge said we could get our heads down for a couple of hours,” Jane explained, “we did Pontnewydd this morning see, before the match.”
“The whole team between us,” Carla added, “Are you that Leila that was supposed to help out?” she asked .
“No, I’m Caroline,” she answered.
“They were so knackered they could hardly drag they selves onto the pitch!” Frankie added, in her welsh lilt, “But boy were they hard work.”
“Two at a time eh Frankie”
“Three, one in me mouth and all remember,” Frankie reminded her, “Christ me bum hurts!” she laughed.
“Oh Sorry” Caroline apologised as she tried to work out how the girls got there so soon after her own spell in the same room.
“It’s nice and dark in here see, and warm so we can get a good kip.” Jane added.
Caroline, still curious, returned to the display room and laid one dress by each pole, she checked the belts and returned to the kitchen where she heard raised voices.
“I still don’t know why I had to come!” an angry Gethin was complaining, “I should be out with the lads celebrating!”
“Frank trusts you,” Felicia explained.
“Look,” Gethin continued, “I know he was a rugby legend, he may have played for Glamorgan but he’s taking liberties!”
“Actually Gethin we have a proposal for you.” Felicia continued.
“What sort of proposal?” Gethin asked
“Well I’ll let Frank ask you later when he arrives, you can wait in the smoking room, use the TV or the Internet if you like.”
“It better be worth me while,” Gethin muttered as he wandered away towards the Smoking room and Felicia sought Caroline out in as she helped Sarah in the Kitchen.
“Those girls in the cages?” Caroline queried.
“Yes dear,” Felicia answered, “Frank brought them while you were with Sam earlier, during the match.” She smiled at Caroline, “I’ll set up the spotlights on your pole,” she suggested, “While we have a moment.”
Caroline climbed up the steps to the centre left pole and went to squat down as Felicia worked the remote control spot light,
“Oh that’s hopeless,” Felicia announced, “Caroline, slip the dress off, there’s a clothes rail down that end look hang it up, oh, and the pants I need a good convergence on your pussy.”
Caroline did as Felicia suggested, she felt she was an old hand at this now, but as she climbed the steps naked except for her high heels she felt so naughty that when Felicia instructed her to spread her pussy lips, her nipples began to tingle, as soon as her fingers touched her softness her juices flowed and her mind floated onto another plane.
She wondered who she was to display to, was it a man or men or was it female, she wondered and as she contemplated the warm feelings spread deliciously from her sex, she rubbed her clitoris as it became pleasantly aroused and as she did so she lost concentration and then almost inevitably she lost her balance on the narrow shelf and as she desperately sought a hand hold with her now slippery fingers she inevitably tipped forward, her left foot slipped out sideways and she jumped awkwardly down to sprawl inelegantly across the floor.
“Use the belts Caroline, they’re there for your benefit.” Felicia said unsympathetically as she tried to stifle a laugh.
Caroline stared at Felicia, and her warm feeling of arousal evaporated like snowflakes on a camp fire.
“Don’t just lie there we have work to do!” Felicia ordered unsympathetically, “Come along, chop chop. I'll leave you to get the other girls ready for display and yourself of course, shall we say twenty minutes?”
"Right, yes of course!" Caroline agreed more swiftly than was perhaps wise under the circumstances!"
It was left to Caroline to get the girls ranged on the display shelf, but they quickly understood and after changing into the outfits provided “Frankie,” helped by strapping “Carla,” to her pole while “Micky” did "Jane,” then "Micky" did "Frankie" and Caroline set up the spotlights and finally Caroline strapped "Frankie" to her pole and again adjusted the spotlights, before she climbed onto the shelf herself, precariously perching while she did up the straps, and ranged herself for inspection.
She had barely fastened the last strap when she hear a group of people approaching, she hoped everything was satisfactory and that she had not let Felicia's high standards slip.
Felicia opened the door and looked in and when she saw everything was ready she led the party in, Caroline stared in disbelief, a woman wearing a long fur coat over a long black dress followed closely behind Felicia, “Eyes down,” Felicia ordered and Caroline obeyed so she could not really see who followed.
They passed by, ignoring Caroline at first, she tried to hear what they were saying and then realised they were inspecting each girl very thoroughly, “Lovely breasts,” “Not aroused in the least,” “Collar and cuffs don’t match.” She heard someone commenting, “No,” and finally Caroline saw the woman standing before her.
“Wider girl, display properly, hold yourself open use your hands.” The woman ordered.
“Yes, Wider,” Felicia added.
Caroline had forgotten to hold her labia open, she felt cold, the excitement she felt displaying for Sam was missing, she just felt cheap and wanted the floor to open up and devour her.
“God she’s a cold fish” the woman announced, as she probed Caroline’s pubes with her leather gloved finger before examining her breasts, “she seems superficially healthy, has she been trained Felicia?”
“Oh yes but not fully Madam.” Felicia replied
“No, she seems reluctant, squeeze my finger slut,” the woman asked.
“Caroline, come on show Susan how you can control your Vagina.” Felicia ordered, “You did so well last week” Caroline surmised that the fur coated woman was called “Susan”
“Give me the whip,” Susan ordered but as Caroline braced herself for the blow realised something different was intended as she felt Susan forcing the handle up inside her, forcing a path between her unwilling vagina walls, in effect raping her with the ebony handle.
“She’s tight,” Susan observed, “What about her bum.”
“We only tried a number three plug.” Felicia admitted.
“Do you do anal, slut?” Susan asked, to Carolines astonishment.
“Answer slut, you may answer!” Felicia prompted.
“If Madam wishes.” Caroline agreed.
“No you stupid slut,” Susan asserted as she removed the whip handle from Caroline’s now soaking vagina and pressed it against the brown bud of her anus, “do you take it up the bum?”
“No Madam.” Caroline answered.
“Good for you,” Susan replied, “I’ll take this one have her cuffed and hobbled, oh and naked I think.”
“No!” Caroline said, “Felicia you promised.”
“Shut up slut.” Felicia exclaimed and she grabbed the front of Caroline’s maid’s uniform and pulled, it parted down the side seams as the maker intended leaving her entirely naked.
“No tattoos excellent,” Susan agreed, “My room now, and we will take Dinner at half past, after I’ve enjoyed my new slut.
Caroline knew better than to protest as Frank hand cuffed her and shackled her ankles with a short hobble chain but when after releasing her belts to free her from the pole he still held her and indeed swept her up and carried her from the room she became even more confused.
“Please Frank” she cried.
“It’s all right Caroline,” Frank explained as he carried her to the Simulator room where a cage was waiting, on a trolley, “nothing bad is going to happen, just hop in the cage and I’ll wheel you to Susan’s room.”
“Do you promise?” she asked hopefully as she climbed in.
“Scouts honour!” Frank agreed.
It was a short trip to the elevator and along the corridor to Susan’s room Frank needed two goes to get the cage through the narrow Blue room doorway as there was barely an inch and a half clearance, but then he left the cage and the trolley for Susan to deal with as he bowed and left.
“On the floor slut, crawl to me and lick me.” Susan said as she opened the cage door.
“Look, I’m only doing this as a favour.” Caroline insisted, “I’m not a slave!”
“Really,” Susan declared, “I have granted you the great honour of serving me, would you rather be whipped?”
“No!” Caroline agreed, “All right, I’ll do it.” she agreed as Susan took off her fur coat and lifted her dress up over her head.
“All fur coat and no knickers, that’s me,” Susan chuckled in a strange mid-Atlantic accent, sort of Newcastle meets Dallas, “last chance tongue or whip.” Susan offered.
“No, look there’s a mistake, I have a boyfriend.” Caroline exclaimed.
“No matter, I have needs girl, now serve me.” Susan insisted.
Caroline climbed from the cage, Susan was old, in her fifties possibly Caroline surmised, but superbly preserved, Caroline decided, and she supposed that Donna probably, well hopefully, felt the same way about her, suddenly she realised it was another test.
“You are beautiful mistress,” Caroline improvised, “ I see it now, may I be permitted to please you?”
“Get in there get on with it!” Susan ordered as she sat on the edge of the bed wearing just her bra and stockings and her heels.
Caroline inhaled the scents of an aroused and mature woman, as she pressed her lips ever closer to Susan’s sex as she parted Susan’s thighs with her cheeks.
Susan’s freshly waxed pubes gaped invitingly, the fresh scars of surgery clearly visible, and as Caroline kissed the soft skin of Susan’s tummy and worked down through the waxed area where her pubic hair had once been, licking, kissing, caressing and nibbling, seeking Susans clit before she moved on down towards Susan’s designer Labia and as she entered the tip of her tongue between the lightly scarred folds of Susan’s Labia she encountered an unexpected and unwanted sensation.
“Ugh,” Caroline spat, “You taste of piss.” She snorted as the acrid taste of stale urine assaulted her tongue.
“You horrible, horrible vicious tongued slut.” Cried Susan, “I’ll have you whipped!”
Susan cried as Caroline stood up.
Susan reached for the whip on the bedside table but Caroline grabbed it first, “No, you haven’t washed you filthy cow!” Caroline told her. “Here you taste it,” she ordered as she took the whip handle and rubbed it against Susan's Vagina until it was smeared it with Susan’s juices and proceeded to put it to Susan’s lips.
“Ugh, all right,” Susan spat, “All right, All right, I’ll get a tissue.”
“Tissue, you need more than a tissue,” Caroline exclaimed, “a shower head, that’s what you need!”
“Look I’m sorry, all right,” Susan apologised desperately, as she realised Caroline had the upper hand over her, was younger and stronger certainly, and brutally cruel to boot, at least verbally, the reality of the situation scared her, she almost panicked as Caroline towered above her.
“Oh cut the crocodile tears!” Caroline exclaimed as she set the whip down.
“No, but no one else complained, I suppose I’m getting old.” Susan said sadly.
“Oh just get a wash, there’s some minty stuff we use, its no big deal.” Caroline suggested, “Lets do it together shall we?” she added as she tugged at Susan’s suspender belt, baring her from the waist down.
Caroline stared at Susan as she cowered before her naked except for her bra which she unclipped to release Susan’s slightly sagging designer breasts, the implant scars still clearly visible, “Bathroom, now,” Caroline reiterated, surprising herself with her self assured tone as she led a deflated Susan to the bathroom.
Caroline opened the en-suite bathroom door and had Susan sit on the side of the, she took a pretty pink face cloth and wiped away the moisture from Susan’s pubes as she knelt down before Susan then she wringed out the cloth before washing herself symbolically and she took the tube of mint foundation and spread it liberally over her own crotch.
Caroline took Susan firmly in her arms, “Friends?” Caroline queried.
“You expect me to go down on you?” Susan asked.
“Sixty nine,” Said Caroline, “Here or in bed?”
“Bed, you better use some mint on me too.” Susan suggested.
“Maybe later,” Caroline suggested, “But I have needs!”
They lay across the double bed, Caroline on top Susan beneath, the women so similar in height and build that their mouths were perfectly positioned for each to arouse the other.
“I’m going to put a collar on you and cage you.” Caroline whispered, “Like when you were a teenager.”
“How did you know?” Susan asked.
“Intuition, now lick me you slut,” Caroline ordered, “Ouch, that’s biting.” She complained.
“Sorry!” whispered, “You can bite me if you like, please!”
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“You’re not really going to cage me are you, only it’s dinner time.” Susan asked hopefully, as Caroline lay beside her breathing deeply.
“Oh yes, when you’re ready?” Caroline agreed.
“Look, a joke’s a joke, my son’s waiting for me.” Susan pointed out.
“No problem the cage is on a trolley I’ll wheel you down.” Caroline suggested.
“No please!” Susan whined, “Look I have a position to uphold!”
“Then get in the cage and pipe down.” Caroline ordered and she took the whip and slapped Susan playfully across he buttocks, “In the cage!”
Much to Caroline’s amazement Susan walked to the cage and climbed in, the floor was barely four inches from the floor so she had to crouch awkwardly but she slid in onto the smooth Vinyl of the cage floor.
Caroline had barely snapped the door shut when there was a knock at the door and someone asked, “Mother, Dinner is served, are you ready.”
“She needs a hand with her zipper!” Caroline replied, “Will you give her a hand please!”
Susan wailed “No,” but the door opened and Sam strode in.
“Mother!” he gasped, “Caroline, what have you done!”
“Sam, just go please!” Susan pleaded.
“I want an explanation first.” He demanded, “Talk, one of you,”
“For heavens sake Sam go away and let me get dressed." Susan protested,
“She’s your mother?” Caroline gasped, “I’m so sorry!” she said as she undid the latch and opened the cage.
“Mother, I’d like you to meet Caroline!” Sam said.
“Get out Samuel Jenner just get out,” Susan demanded, and then as Sam turned away she added, “we’ll be down in a moment, oh and tell Felicia there’s one more for dinner.”
“Sam’s your son?” Caroline exclaimed as Sam dutifully left the room, she could hardly believe what was happening.
“I know I don’t look old enough!” Susan joked, “But yes, can I get dressed?”
“Of course, here,” Caroline handed her her discarded underwear.
“No, from my case, I’ll do it,” Susan explained, “Just borrow a robe and get yourself ready, it’s formal, do you have something suitable?”
“Yes, ball gown, will that do?” she replied cheerily
“Perfect!” Susan replied, “I’ll wear my black I think, but don’t stand around, Dinner awaits!”
Caroline dived into the bathroom, as Susan sat on the bed, she found that she was shaking, so much that she had difficultly opening the catches on her case, but she took a deep breath and composed herself and started to get dressed.
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Caroline showered briefly in Susan’s shower, before wrapping herself in a bath towel and sprinting towards her room on the floor above.
She grabbed her ball gown from her case and her new black underwear, and sat down to try to repair the ravages to her hair and makeup with little improvement before setting off downstairs carrying her black stiletto heeled shoes because the stairs were so awkward.
Felicia met her by the Dining room door, “It’s all gone wrong, I need you to serve Dinner!” Felicia whispered,
“I’ll say, I’ve just locked Sam’s Mother in a cage.” Caroline admitted.
“Oh,” Felicia gasped and she dropped eight soup bowls onto the thick carpets, “What! How, My God!” she gasped as she went to pick them up again.
“God alone knows what I’ll say to her,” Caroline continued.
“She’ll be mortified!” Felicia laughed as she set aside two broken bowls and wiped the others with a cloth, “You must tell me all about it later, hell, I’ll have to get one of those lot in there to help out.”
Caroline stepped into the dining room and froze, stopping abruptly as she took in the scene, the Dining Table had been extended, not lengthened as normal but spread wider and in the middle a padded area the length and width of a single bed had been revealed, sunk down a foot or so below the level of the polished mahogany table top which was laid out with candelabra and place settings in silver for a dozen or more diners around three sides.
“Oh, you haven’t seen our little floor show arena have you?” Felicia asked as she saw her confusion.
“No, surely not?” Caroline gasped.
“Oh yes,” Felicia grinned wickedly, “it gives that, je ne sais quoi,” she said delightedly, “to see the act of love there before you, live as you dine.”
“Who?” Caroline asked.
“Not you this time, don’t worry.” Felicia said, “but perhaps, if you ask nicely, in the future!”
“Yuck,” Caroline laughed, “I’ll give a hand.”
“Oh no, you socialise,” Felicia insisted pushing her into the room where the guests were standing around the blazing fire, “you know Sam and Susan, but, there’s Bunty and Horace and Eddie and Saffron and Mona and Pinky.” Felicia suggested, “This is my friend Caroline Bradley from London.”
Susan blushed bright red, as Felicia announced, “I’ll set an extra place between myself and Sam,” and added, “Five minutes everyone.”
Caroline chatted briefly and then Felicia returned with soup bowls and Sarah brought the soup tureen, and the diners took their places.
They all seemed older, here mother’s generation, Caroline surmised, as she sat down and sampled Felicia’s delicious speciality leek soup.
The main course followed, Felicia’s special beef recipe, presented ready prepared by five identically attired waitresses, four brunettes and a blonde, Sarah, each with neat name badges in choreographed precision which Felicia watched with amazement, as Frankie and her friends became Francesca, Carla, Michelle, and Jane for the evening under Sarah’s expert tuition.
With the main course served Sarah rushed to the Morning room to change, although the new costume consisted primarily of a face mask! So as Frank indicated that Gethin was also ready she steeled herself and entered the Dining room to polite applause, she stepped up over the end of the Dining table turned and lay down on the rich brown padded area.
“And joining Sabrina we have “Thor,” Felicia announced as she saw Gethin appear in the doorway again to polite applause.
“Go on lad, its good money, think of Wales, Lad, do your duty.” Frank whispered as he propelled him firmly but gently forward, again dressed in little else but a face mask.
“Two lusty young people,” Felicia announced, “Two lusty young people making l love for the first time Ladies and Gentlemen, not virgins I hasten to add but strangers making love to each other for the first time.”
Caroline stared but everyone else seemed to start eating, so she took up her knife and fork and as she put the first morsel to her lips she looked from her vantage point just to the left of Sarah’s head where she saw as she looked between Sarah’s breasts, the tip of Gethins massively engorged condom clad penis nudged Sarah’s sex for the first time, Caroline chewed the beef as Gethin eased himself further into Sarah’s willing softness.
Caroline ate some roast potato, but her thoughts were of Sam as her heart pounded furiously, even before Gethin started to pound into Sarah.
“Sorry Felicia you’ll have to excuse us.” Mona said as she stood and took Pinky by the hand leading him to the carpet in front of the fire, Pinky slipped off his jacket and Mona slipped the straps of her dress from her shoulders and slid it down revealing her substantial blue braziere.
“Caroline?” Sam asked, “Shall we,” he asked hopefully, “next door perhaps.”
“Oh yes please.” Caroline agreed, “Quickly!” she took a last look at her gourmet meal glanced again at Sarah and Gethin and as Sam held her hand they rushed into the morning room, Sam moved the Table aside as Caroline stripped off her long black gown to lie on the carpet as Sam struggled from his suit and then with no foreplay at all she guided his erection within her.
“Quickly, Quickly” Caroline exclaimed, “Yes do it now, Ohhhh!”
“Yes, I’m here baby!” Sam agreed, “I need you too baby!”
“It’s so exciting, being there while they Oh.” Caroline gasped.
“Yes me too,” Sam agreed, and then he realised she wasn’t listening any more.
“Caroline be quiet, please my love, please.” Sam pleaded, but Caroline was not listening she had slipped away to her special, place where snowdrops exploded into palm trees and flocks of Albatross waited to whisk her away to the moon and beyond suspended on a bed of pink marshmallow.
“Shhh,” Caroline Sam demanded and then he silenced her the only sure way he knew with a passionate kiss on her mouth.
Caroline’s mind exploded on a tidal wave that flowed deep inside her pulsing and throbbing and exploding from him to her and then she returned so slowly to earth.
“Oh, it just gets better.” She said inadequately, but as they lay together they heard Voices raised footsteps running and then.
“What you do it for you stupid little cow!” a deep male voice was asking, “God how embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing am I? my god what about you.” It was Sarah, “At least I didn’t do it for money!”
“You work in a brothel!” Gethin shouted, “What’s that make you.”
“Ohhhhh,” Sarah wailed and there was the sound of her foot stamping.
“Get dressed quick!” Sam ordered and Caroline quickly pulled her dress back on as Sam made himself respectable, he opened the door to find Sarah crying and Gethin furious, his face bright red, the veins on his neck standing out and pulsating.
“You, in here,” Sam ordered Gethin, “sit down think this through ok,” Caroline quickly hid her panties under a cushion and rushed past Sam to allow Gethin to go into the Morning room.
“Sarah!” Caroline cried seeing Sarah standing naked by the big Grandfather clock, crying her eyes out, “Sarah,” Caroline rushed across to her, “What’s wrong?”
“He turned so nasty, when I took the mask off it was horrible!” Sarah said.
“What’s up boy.” Sam asked Gethin.”
“I’m not your boy!” Gethin snapped.
“Whoa, hang on, just trying to help.” Sam apologised, “You were having a great time!”
“It’s her, a bloody tart.” Gethin continued, “Christ, I thought it was one of the girls from the Minibus see, then she pulls off the mask and.”
“What, she’s a good looking girl.” Sam said.
“Yes, but she’s bloody frigid,” Gethin exclaimed, “none of the Lads got anywhere with her, and then I finds she’s a prostitute!”
“Ah,!” Sam agreed, “I think there’s some skulduggery afoot, you two went to town with Caroline the other night, am I right?”
“”I never touched her,” Gethin replied, “never said anything improper, nothing,”
Frank opened the door, “Sorry Gethin, our little plot backfired I’m afraid.”
“What!” Gethin snarled angrily.
“You and Sarah!” Frank said, as Gethin lunged towards him as Sam tried to hold him back. “Well it seemed a good idea see, you got the fee, Sarah got you and she sort of thought.”
“She was in on it too?” Gethin asked in amazement.
“Her idea, well partly,” Frank admitted, “But by god lad that was passion, I never saw passion like that before, not at the special dinner table anyway!”
“That was your bloody niece man!” Gethin screeched.
“So, getting screwed by a decent lad, where’s the problem?”
“Well I can hardly ask her out can I?” Gethin sighed, “And she was bloody fantastic, boy oh boy!”
“She always watches you play when she can,” Frank assured him, “How about you apologise and try and make up.” Frank looked down at Gethin’s rapidly stiffening penis, “You know you want to.”
Frank eased the door open and saw Sarah looking his way, “Hey Sarah, Gethin wants a word!” Frank announced.
“So.” Sarah demanded.
“Go and find out,” Caroline suggested.
“What do you want Gethin Jones,” Sarah asked.
“A date, maybe.” He said, “To apologise.”
“Go and see,” Caroline suggested and she ushered Sarah into the Morning room as Frank and Sam slipped out.
They closed the door and listened and the sound of raised voices soon subsided to the sound of sex.
“Best leave them to it!” Sam suggested, “Is there any more Dinner?”
“No, Felicia only does a main course and then she heats up some fish and chips, she’ll be in the kitchen.”
“Mother” Sam cried as he entered the Kitchen, and saw Susan sitting on the kitchen unit with a man in front of her with his trousers round his waist and his backside bobbing up and down as he thrust into her.
“Go away Sam we’re all adults.” Susan pointed out.
“That’s a food preparation surface Mother!” Sam complained, “Shall we go to your room Caroline?”
“No, I’m hungry,” Caroline replied, “No not that, for food!” she clarified as Sam patted her backside, “Lets get changed and get a takeaway!”
Like everything in life it wasn’t that simple and Caroline found herself driving the Minibus with Sam beside her taking the four girls back to town to return with ten servings of fish and chips, which ten ravenous individuals consumed from their Styrofoam packing with their fingers while sitting around the log fire in Felicia’s dining room, the very antithesis of what they expected.
Gethin, Frank and Sarah were in animated discussion as Caroline and Sam returned, they were dressed, now but from his arm draped protectively around Sarah’s shoulder it was clear their differences were resolved.
“Looks’ like Gethin’s keen to get a bit more involved.” Frank said by way of explanation as Caroline handed him three packages of fish and chips.
“No more bloody surprises all right!” Gethin demanded, “And no sex Thursday or Friday when I got a match on Saturday all right!”
“I’ll make other arrangements,” Sarah suggested.
“Thursdays but not Fridays then,” Gethin offered, “That’s my final offer!” he said, “And don’t you fiddle the match, I felt embarrassed, thirty two nil, their lads could hardly stand up, Gripper Harris went off for a Coffee in the second half he was so bored!”
“Sorry, but we did it in the glory days see,” Frank admitted, “Get a girl or two in the other teams hotel.”
“But you had four of them in the changing rooms,” Gethin pointed out, “Llewellyn Price said we should have had a couple to calm our pre match nerves!”
“I don’t understand Rugby,” Caroline admitted, and she went to join Sam in the lounge.
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“I have a confession to make,” Sam admitted next morning as Caroline woke, “I planned for mother to meet you, check you out.” He explained.
“Why?” Caroline asked.
Sam suggested, “I want you to be a big part of my life and I wanted mother to approve I guess.”
“What did she say.” Caroline asked.
“She said you’re a monster!” he replied, “You scared her she thought you would really hurt her!”
“I thought Felicia was testing me again to see that I could take control or something, I guess I was a bit rough! Caroline agreed, “What else did she say.”
“Said I should put you in charge of the Irish property.” Sam said, “She said you reminded her of somebody.”
“Who,” Caroline asked.
“Herself, twenty years ago, she said” he replied, she looked shocked, “but she meant thirty.”
“I’ve got my own life,” Caroline explained,” I can’t just leave and move to Ireland!”
Sam grinned, “Mother usually says lock the girl in a cage and throw away the key, so you actually made a real hit!”
To be continued
Felicia Dark hair green eyes
Caroline Bradley. Mid brown hair sh brown eyes
Partridge (Frank)
Sarah, blonde hair pinned up.
Leila Dark hair stubbly dark eyes.
Myfanwy
Bronwyn
Megan
Gladys.
Stephanie Edwards Solicitor.
Herbert (Herb) Morton
Sam Jenner
Gethin Jones
Donna
Frankie,” a slightly top heavy brunette
Carla,” brunette in a neat two piece suit, “
Micky” brunette wearing a garish yellow mini dress and black leather coat.
“Jane,” the fourth brunette.
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