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. Catherine’s Punishment
Part fifteen
By johhnyboy
Catherine Dixon stood in the reception hall of the large country house chatting with Peter Harris, who had joined them after his two sons had welcomed a very nervous Catherine and her son Dan to their opulent birthday party when Catherine had stood frozen to the spot as her heart thumped wildly against her chest as the two young boys complimented her upon how beautiful she was looking before the two boys then stood chatting amiably to her son Dan who of course was wholly unaware that these two sixteen year olds had so recently repeatedly humiliated and ravished his mother in her every orifice, leaving Catherine Dixon flooded with their hot gushing sperm.
But even so, after the boys father Peter joined the little group and despite her anxiety, Catherine could not help but enjoy a brief moment of illicit exhilaration
at the memory of how she been beaten by, taken and forced to taste and swallow the hot sperm of three of the four males surrounding her, all four in fact if she included the moment of fleeting madness when her tongue had rested upon the throbbing head of own son’s rock hard cock and that of course Dan had also beaten his Mother on more than one occasion.
But as she gazed around the reception hall it became obvious to Catherine that the huge house was full of beautiful young girls, may of whom were dressed even more provocatively than herself, together with young Men of Dan’s age, themselves dressed in lounge and dinner suites such as the one she had managed to get Dan to wear himself, all of which led Catherine, as Peter chatted to her about her husbands business trips, to ponder upon the real reason she had been invited to the party and why it had been so important to Peter that either her husband or son escort her here. She could only assume the answer to that question would be answered later, after the sumptuous buffet laid on in the huge dining room had been consumed and the evening had really got underway for the younger partygoers with dancing to the rock group Peter had organised, perhaps even after the entertainment Peter had vaguely mentioned was to be held for some of the guests later on.
Allowing Peter to usher her by the arm into the large dining room so full of inviting food and drink, Catherine’s mind drifted back to the luxury of her journey to the party as she sat reclined into the expensive luxury of soft leather seats in the rear of the limo carrying herself and Dan toward the large county house of Peter Harris and the sixteenth birthday party he had arranged for his twin sons, Mark and David.
Once again the car was driven by Catherine’s nemesis Charles, the chauffeur who had gagged, subdued and humiliated Catherine during her first visit to the huge country house and whom she had instantly and hesitantly recognised as soon as she had seen the peak capped chauffer.
But tonight Charles had been a model of deference toward Catherine and Dan, to him they were Sir and Madam, even if Catherine had noted how now and again Charles eyes, with a hint of a smile, had caught her own through the rear view mirror as he drove along and that those eyes were also taking in her short low cut Dress beneath her small velvet wrap.
Catherine had at least, been relieved that Dan had been sensible enough to sit a modest distance from his Mother in the rear of the car, something Catherine thought her son must have found very difficult to do, given his and she had to admit, her own earlier eventual frustration when as promised Catherine had given Dan a preview of the dress she now wore for tonight’s party ..
After Catherine had finally managed to contact her rather vague sounding sister and unaware Sean Brady was listing to their conversation on the speakerphone whilst finalising his preparation for the naked and terrified Victoria’s own night out, their short conversation ended after Vicky had assured Catherine she was just a little tired and was having an early night, after which Catherine had bathed, dressed and applied lavish makeup before cheerfully calling out to her son from her bedroom doorway dressed in the sexy clothing Peter had provided for her to wear at the party, then hearing her son bounding up the stairs Catherine retreated back into her room to allow Dan to view the dress from where he stood in her bedroom doorway.
Moments later, with his cock already straining hard against his pants, from Catherine’s bedroom door Dan was gazing in open admiration at his mother whilst she elegantly twirled around her bedroom modelling the backless red chiffon dress she was to wear for the evening and even though fully aware her large unconstrained breasts were straining against the thin material and giving Dan a view of her hard nipples, Catherine could not help but feel a surge of pride, not only in the way she knew she looked in the tiny dress but also pride in the way her son so obviously admired her looks.
‘Wow’ said Dan, ‘What an unbelievable dress’ as Catherine paraded her mature yet still beautiful body. Truly meaning it, Dan had never before seen his Mother looking so sexy, with her long blonde curly piled high on her head after her visit to her hairdresser and her face made up to perfection, not to mention the tips of her wonderfully large nipples pointing through the thin material of her red dress.
‘But you haven’t shown me what you are wearing under that dress’
‘Please Dan, let’s leave that for now’ replied Catherine unconvincingly yet still hoping her son would spare her the indignity of having to display the pink lingerie beneath her dress.
‘If you still want me to take you to the party you will show it to me Mother so stop being so disobedient and take off the dress now’
The sudden severity of Dan’s voice stopped Catherine abruptly in her tracks, such was her son’s tone of authority his words could just have easily been those of Sean or Tony, an authority that booked no argument when his Mothers eyes met his own and once again Catherine found herself trembling in a bizarre sense of erotic anticipation.
‘Do it now or face a spanking in my room’ Dan threatened his nervous Mother, by now anxiously aware of the familiar sexually charged atmosphere developing between them, knowing it was either remove the dress or be spanked, together with all the possible ramifications that may follow her refusal
But having spent the past hour on her hair and make up Catherine was less than enthusiastic about either option and so tried to appease Dan by saying to the young dressed in a white and black tuxedo and looking smarter and more adult than Catherine had ever before seen him.
‘Please Dan, the Car they are sending will be here soon and I’ve already spent an hour on my hair and makeup look, please let me show you by lifting my dress Dan.
But Dan was adamant and determined to have his own way and strolling into Catherine’s bedroom he surprised his Mother by holding her shoulders and forcing her to turn around, then taking the thin long spaghetti straps of the short red chiffon dress, Dan had eased them over Catherine’s shoulders, telling her.
‘Don’t argue with me Mother, this is only going to affect your hair and makeup if you defy me and I have to spank you’
With no further protest from Catherine, Dan lowered the lovely little dress over his Mothers large breasts and stomach until the slippery material slipped down further and further until it formed a red pool of chiffon around Catherine’s pink 5 inch high heeled shoes and then Dan eased his Mothers almost naked body away from him until he had a glorious view of Catherine’s naked back and still pert buttocks dissected by the thin black elastic of her tiny pink thong above her naked milky white thighs and shapely legs, encased in seamed black stockings with lace tops clipped into the clasps of Catherine’s pink suspender belt.
‘You really are so beautiful Mother and I love the new lingerie, when did you buy it?’ Dan asked Catherine whilst, to her dismay slowly turning her around until she faced her son with her large but firm naked breasts fully on display and her shaven mound only partially concealed by the thin panel of pink silk that made up her tiny thong.
But acutely Aware it was only a few minutes before the car arrived Catherine knew it was by now pointless to try and conceal her body from Dan now that once again he had got his own way and so Catherine merely stood rock still with her hands by her side while Dan admired her body from this frontal angle, but after he had again complimented her upon her lovely body, his fingers began toying with her little gold nipple ring and Catherine was again horrified to find the familiar throbbing in her pussy beginning to overwhelm her senses.
‘Oh god, please don’t do that Dan, we both know it’s wrong, you should be doing it’ Catherine pleaded rather lamely, not wishing to antagonise Dan just before the car arrived.
But ignoring her, Dan cut off any further protest from Catherine by placing two fingers of his left hand to his Mother’s lips and as he continued to toy with and twist her gold nipple ring and her breathing became ever harsher, Catherine unconsciously closed her eyes to the intense pleasure and when Dan pushed his fingers a little harder against her lips without hesitation Catherine then parted them a little until Dan’s fingers met her tongue.
‘Think of me’ demanded Dan and as a slightly familiar aroma of after shave on his fingers permeated her senses Catherine pushed her tongue against Dan’s fingers, tasting and licking the two digits before sucking her son’s fingers fully inside her mouth before Catherine greedily sucked and licked upon her son’s digits as though they were his penis inside her mouth.
Dan’ heart was thumping wildly to this latest easy triumph in bending his Mother to his own will, but Dan realised he was going much further than he had originally intended and felt his throbbing cock would surely rip open his pants.
Even so such was Dan’s exhilaration as his Mother sucked greedily and erotically upon his two fingers he was unable to stop himself from lowering his fingers from Catherine’s nipple ring and after tracing them downward a line on her body, slip his fingers inside the tiny triangle of pink silk, her only vestige of modesty, to feel the heat pulsing from Catherine’s sodden cunt lips .only for the loud ringing of the door bell to suddenly break Mother and son from the illicit yet electric cavernous pit of ecstasy into which both Catherine and Dan had fallen.
‘Oh my God, the doorbell!’, Catherine gasped, pulling herself away from Dan’s fingers in both her mouth and cunt lips before grabbing her dress and dashing into her bathroom whilst, trying hard to conceal his frustration together with his bulging erection , Dan quickly composed himself as best he could before going downstairs to open the door to Charles and tell the chauffer that his Mother, as it seemed with all Mother’s, was always late in getting ready and would be down in a couple of minutes ..
Now as she sat at the dinner chair Peter had ushered her into, Catherine, recalled her son’s red face and bulging groin, not to mention his eyes meeting her own when helping her into the car and wondering if Charles had noticed anything.
Well, too late to worry about that now, thought Catherine as, leaving Dan standing beside his Mother, Peter then introduced her to a husband and wife couple who looked to be a bit younger than her, perhaps in their late twenties or early thirties.
‘Catherine, please meet my business associate Bill Coombe and his lovely wife Helen, they have promised to look after you during the evening, as for Dan here, this gorgeous young Lady is my niece Polly, she has really been looking forward to meeting the son of the Lady who had taught her cousins so much’
And while Catherine tried to hide her blushing face Peter allowed both Dan and Poppy to take their seats before telling Dan.
‘I have also sat Poppy with you Dan because I know that as Catherine’s son you will be mature enough to look after her’
Then Poppy interrupted him by saying
‘Oh please uncle you’re not going to embarrass me again not before these nice people’
But Peter, Smiling at Catherine, then continued.
I’m afraid Poppy can be a little mischievous at times Catherine, that’s why I am hoping Dan will be a calming influence on her’
‘I’m sure he will Peter’ replied Catherine whilst wondering if anybody could possibly be as ‘Mischievous’ as the man standing beside her.
‘Good, that’s settled then, I leave Poppy in the safe hands of young Dan’
But Dan could already feel Poppy’s small hand sliding up his inner thigh below the Dinner table but. ‘Who cares’, he decided. ‘She can be as naughty as she likes with me as long as this Peter doesn’t see us’
Then Peter was sitting Bill Coombe to one side of Catherine, and his wife Helen next to him and with both of them shaking her hand Peter then sat Dan in between Helen and Polly on the circular table, leaving the final place beside Catherine and here Peter finally sat himself.
Oddly to Catherine Both Bill and his wife Helen wore black tuxedos although she admitted that in Helens case the thin black silk suit and white silk blouse made the tall cropped haired slim dark haired woman look very attractive and sophisticated whilst the tanned Polly went to the other extreme.
By wearing a tiny white dress, shorter and even more low cut than her own, Poppy’s well tanned legs had no need of tights or stockings, just as well for as she had gone to sit down it had been quite clear to Catherine that Poppy was wearing neither a bra or thong, that beneath the tiny dress the young girl was completely naked.
But whether by accident or design Catherine had been allocated a ‘Carver’ chair, the arms of which would not pass underneath the table, leaving Catherine’s legs on display below the hem of her short dress, so much so that whilst Peter, the Coombes and Catherine were in a four way conversation, she continually pulled her hem downward in an effort to cover her lace stocking tops, until that is, whilst she was speaking to Bill, Catherine again lowered her right hand to pull her hem downward but this time suddenly felt Bill’s hand gripping hers, preventing Catherine from adjusting her dress.
‘Please stop doing that Catherine’ Bill then told her, politely but firmly.
Catherine’s eyes went straight to his wife Helen and then to Peter, but although having been party to the conversation, both Peter and Helen resumed speaking to one another as if nothing had happened, whilst across the table Catherine could see that Poppy and her son were both unaware of the byplay taking place across the table from them as they leant close to one another deep in their own seemingly private conversation.
Without even thinking about it Catherine allowed Bill’s hand to bring him own back up onto the Dinner table before Peter then said to her.
‘I think you had best apologise to us Catherine’
Momentarily stunned, for a moment Catherine could do no more than look across first to both Helen and then Peter but saw neither surprise or pity but a look of expectancy in their eyes and so, after glancing across the table to see her son and Poppy were still totally oblivious to what was going on Catherine lowered her head and softy replied.
‘I’m sorry Bill’
‘That’s good Catherine, why spoil a lovely view; Laughed Bill. Leaving Catherine more than a little embarrassed and confused, wondering if this interplay had been more than just a piece of fun to Bill, that perhaps somehow it formed part of the reason she was here tonight .but why then invite Dan also?
But surprisingly to Catherine, as Dan and Poppy sat closer and closer whilst laughing and giggling, and with Peter now and then departing to act the perfect host, the rest of the meal was spent engaged in pleasant conversation with Bill and Helen, with Bill eventually informing the suddenly star struck and fascinated Catherine that along with Peter he was in fact a Partner in a film production company specialising in action and romantic films sold on DVD and that his wife Helen, who had at one time acted in some of the films Bill directed, had married after meeting on the set, In fact, members of his film crew were even at that moment making a recoding of the party for Peter’s sons.
Finally the tables were cleared and the younger guests began traipsing outside to the large Dance marquee although both Dan and Poppy were still having fits of giggling together and with a sudden illogical feeling of resentment Catherine could see that Poppy was now running her fingers up and down her son’s thigh as far as his groin before eventually Peter returned to their table and told the youngsters.
‘Come on you guys, there’s a rock band and a dance floor waiting for you two, these older ones will join you later’
Although watching Poppy dragging a reluctant Dan from his chair toward the dance marquee Catherine didn’t however notice the young girl nodding at Peter while he was walking off toward the marquee with herself and Dan, but then the conversation had resumed and Catherine giggled and looked away diffidently when Helen suggested that as Catherine herself had right features and skin tone required for a close ups why hadn’t she herself ever gone into acting.
‘God, I’m far too old Helen, besides put side by side with you I would be seen as the old wicked witch compared to a fairy princess’ laughed Catherine although secretly flattered by the tall good looking woman’s words.
‘Absolute nonsense and I can prove it!’ laughed Helen.
‘I’m afraid I don’t follow you Helen’ replied Catherine.
Again Helen had laughed.’ Look around you silly, look at the camera’s, all we have to do is get one of the crew to take a camera into a well lit room and do a screen test on both of us.
Certainly Catherine had been aware of people with Cameras and sound equipment milling around in both the reception room and there in the huge dining room but certainly she hadn’t associated them with Bill or Helen, but a couple of glasses of wine along with her own innate sense of fun caused her to respond to Helen.
‘Okay then, but as they do in golf, whoever the poor judge is to be will have to give my older face a much higher handicap than yours Helen! Said Catherine, not noticing the look passing between Helen and her husband before all three burst into fits of laughter ..
‘Okay then Catherine, afterward we will show the film to someone unbiased and let him or her decide which of us is better suited to the camera, but my bet is on you Catherine .. You will let us borrow a camera crew wouldn’t you Darling? Then
Asked Helen coyly, leaning close to Bill and kissing him on the cheek before her laughing husband replied.
‘Jeez, how could I refuse two such beautiful woman!, sure, the guys in the reception area are about finished, get then to help you out Helen, maybe Peter will let you use his private Den for the shoot, there’s plenty of light in there’
With the Dance Marquee forgotten for the time being Catherine and Helen chatted laughed and continued their mock competitive banter together as
Bill went off in search of the Film crew before returning ten minutes later, telling Catherine and Helen,
‘Its all arranged Girls, Peter said he’s more than happy to help so Neil the cameraman and his technician are setting up their equipment in his Den’
Mentioning Peter’s name had sown a little seed of doubt in Catherine ‘mind but as this silly competition would involve only Helen and herself looking into a film camera operated by one of Bill’s employees Catherine’s doubts soon melted away when Helen’s hand squeezed her own upon the dinner table.
‘Hey, don’t look so worried Catherine, you’ll be amazing, believe me, I just know you will’
‘Perhaps I should go to the Marquee and tell Dan where we are going’ Replied Catherine before Bill interrupted.
‘Hey, don’t forget your boy may want a little time alone with that girl Poppy Catherine , so you and Helen just go enjoy, leave it to me, I’ll go to the Marquee and tell the lad you’ll be, err busy for a little while but that afterward you’ll join him for a Mother and son dance’
Five minutes later, after more laughter and banter Bill watched Helen and Catherine walk of arm in arm toward Peters private ‘Den’.
Looking at the expensive gold watch adorning her wrist Victoria Preston realised it was time for her to make her way downstairs and studied herself in the huge full length mirror for the final time.
Once again, with her long raven hair tied back and fringed, Victoria saw the face and figure not of a forty something mature married woman but a real ‘femme fatale’ staring back at herself courtesy of the ‘little back black dress, sheer black nylon stockings, four inch heels and solid gold necklace and earrings complimenting her very expensive facial makeup, a total transformation of the woman who had nervously arrived at the hugely expensive five star hotel a few hours earlier and
Watched the hotel porter close the door behind him before then turning round to survey the opulence of the five star hotel suites he had just shown her in to.
But the Porter had left the suite only after taking a key from his pocket and, without a word to Vicky, then unlocking just one of the two expensive looking overnight cases that lay upon the hour four poster queen size bed dominating the main bedroom of the suite, leaving Vicky bemused and even more apprehensive after she had flipped open the case to reveal its contents and wondered what on earth the contents of matching case could possibly be. Both cases left her own overnight bag the porter had placed on a nearby table to shame.
Certainly Vicky was very well accustomed to good hotel rooms, some of best in fact, but they had been four star hotel rooms and the suite she now occupied was like something Vicky had only ever seen in the movies such was its grandeur, but even so, to Vicky’s surprise, when she had offered the porter the usual tip for his efforts the uniformed flunky had politely refused to take her money.
‘Its already been taken care of madam’ he had told Vicky who then shuddered a little after noticing the man’s eyes momentarily resting upon the overnight case he had just unlocked.
With the porter gone Vicky first walked around the suite to take in both luxurious bathrooms and the smaller but no less opulent changing room before eventually returning to the main bedroom and in particular its huge four poster bed, upon which Vicky nervously studied the overnight case before finally and not without some trepidation, summoning up enough courage to flip open the newly unlocked case.
Sitting on top of all the items inside the case sat a large sealed envelope, on it the legend. ‘To be opened last’ so setting this to one side Vicky then piece by piece slowly removed from the case every item it contained, beginning with a luxurious low cut, short black chiffon cocktail dress, which Vicky noted was her exact size, followed by a set of luxurious soft shiny leather lingerie consisting of a half cup bra, suspender belt, tiny thong and two pairs of seamed black seamed stockings, all of which Vicky noted to her surprise were again of her exact sizes.
Next came a beautiful pair of Christian Louboutin black lace five inch heeled shoes, the most expensive Vicky had even seen! Hardly able to take her eyes from the shoes or to believe what she was seeing, Vicky eventfully moved on to all the other items in the case, a gold coloured purse, an unopened case of the finest cosmetics and bathing products money can buy, a beautiful gold watch combined with a matching gold necklace and wrist bands and finally a long thin gold chain.
The final items of gold puzzled Vicky in that they were two small but expandable gold rings; the final item in the case was a large sealed box containing a bottle of the finest Clive Christian perfume. All the contents of the case Vicky had carefully set aside upon the luxurious bed cover and now, looking over these carefully arranged items it occurred to Vicky that the value of all these items must have been in excess of £3000.
Astounded by this thought Vicky took and opened the sealed envelope before withdrawing from it a bundle of £50 notes and counting 40 of these she was staggered to realise she had £2000 in her hand before reading a handwritten letter which said.
Dear Mrs. Preston,
No doubt you will by now have noted the contents of your case, all of which you will wear tonight after you have bathed and taken a glass of the Champagne which will be delivered to the suite at 6.00 pm sharp. You are arrive in the Green Lounge downstairs at 7pm sharp, there you will be shown to a table and given a cocktail whilst you await my arrival for pre dinner drinks.
Before then however you are to bathe for at least an hour using the pack provided before applying only the cosmetics and perfume you have found inside your case, this to be liberally applied to your neck, ears, breasts and of course between your legs, an area which must without fail be clean shaven. Then Mrs. Preston you are to pile you long hair upon your head ending with a ponytail After which you will dress in the clothing provided before placing the gold accessories around your neck, wrists and stomach, the two small gold rings you are to place in the gold purse which you will bring down to dinner with you.
All the items including the cash are now your to keep although should your performance tonight prove to be satisfactory and I hire your services again Mrs. Preston you will wear them all next time we meet, the cash I can assure you is merely an initial token of my appreciation of the impending pleasure I fully intend to gain from our forthcoming night together.
Finally Mrs. Preston please note you are to carry out all these instructions without exception and that on all occasions and whatever the circumstance you are you refer to me as ‘Sir’
Master X
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Bewildered by the sheer astonishing enormity of everything she had seen and read Vicky’s hands began shaking a little and feeling light headed she had sit down upon the huge bed before to her horror realising this was the very bed upon which this wealthy man, whoever he was, was not only going to fuck her, but quite obviously also intended to do much, much more to her body beside simply fucking her.
But what astounded and surprised Vicky the most was that someone had gone to so much trouble and was willing to part with so much money, and even more by the looks of it, for using and probably abusing her rather mature and in the eyes of Vicky less than beautiful body for just for one night, why?...Why her of all people?
‘God, even my sister Catherine’s body is better than mine’ thought Vicky before almost laughing at the sheer idiocy of the thought, for Cathy would never have allowed herself to become trapped inside this dreadful web of appalling, deceitful degradation which she now found herself after being beaten blackmailed and repeatedly fucked into eventual inevitable submission with no immediate prospect of ever escaping the clutches of the dreadful; trio and Sean, Joan and Tony.
‘Oh my God, will I have to wait until I am too old and too unattractive before they decide to cast me aside?’ she wondered.
‘But Why the hell does he not simply hire an expensive hooker for the night instead of going through this ridiculously expensive charade’ thought Vicky, not realising that because money was not an issue for him that was exactly what he was doing, for no experienced hooker, no matter how expensive, young and good looking could for him ever hope to provide the sheer pleasure he would gain from controlling a inexperienced mature beauty such as herself.
For unbeknown to her Victoria Preston was exactly the very kind of woman he had repeatedly sought, so far in vain and for a long, long time. But now, with the help of Joan he had at long last found her and after an expensive but very agreeable time in the Hotel’s secluded restaurant he fully intended to use every last minute he had in this suite to Beat, Humiliate and then repeatedly fuck every orifice of ‘Mrs. Preston’s body in A ten fold return for the awful childhood punishment suffered under his dominating Mother, he would enjoy an orgy of self indulgence so long denied him by his older, spoilt, snobbish and overfed wife living in the house and lifestyle he alone financed through risk and sheer hard work.
But despite all these enormously expensive ‘goodies’ Vicky wanted nothing more than to flee from the impending horrific ordeal so obviously planned for her but as always the problem lay in the young Man who had brought her here and what he had told her before she had stepped from his car into this opulent Hotel after spending all afternoon with her.
‘Remember what I told you Vicky, if I get any bad feedback about you not only do you get the beating of your life, I will also open the first of many websites dedicated to you as a BDSM fucktoy, now, this guy is the real McCoy Vicky, he’s not expecting you to be nice to him, that’s not what he’s paying for, what you do is be yourself but what he does to you though is his own business and whether you like it or not Vicky you put up with it, the guy isn’t stupid enough to hurt you really bad so you can complain all you want so long as its only to him but it would be a matter for him
If your complaints earn you a good beating.’
Vicky’s desolation when studying the contents of the overnight case gave her a craving to smoke the last of the five spliffs Kevin Smith had given her before leaving her house on Wednesday evening and which now sat in her purse as an emergency standby, the other four having been smoked during the course of Thursday and especially Friday when she had grown increasingly nervous as she awaited the arrival of Sean and of course her ‘date’ at the Hotel for such was the calming, relaxing and yet oddly exhilarating effect these strange cigarettes seemed to have on her that Vicky knew even if the brutal young man had repeatedly fucked and humiliated her, her sense of foreboding now led to consider calling Kevin on the number he had punched into her cell phone and ask him for a further supply.
So much so In fact that after being asked by Sean to confirm that Kevin had done no more than ‘put the frighteners’ on her, those spliffs, or more accurately her eagerness in getting hold of more of them, was responsible for Vicky’s declaration to Sean that although Kevin had beaten and badly frightened her, that was all he had done, despite of course her suffering repeated and sometimes brutal sexual abuse at the hands of Kevin Smith.
But of course she could not smoke in a Hotel awash with smoke detectors so Vicky would have to go outside to do so and she had only the one remaining spliff, so with Vicky now hopelessly resigned to the fact she had no option but to go ahead with her nauseating task she decided she would for the time being have to make do with a large shot of vodka from the bottle of spirits that stood along with others on a circular table by huge window and save the spliff for later .when perhaps she would really need it, even if it meant crouching of the toilet and blowing the smoke into the bowl!.
‘Tomorrow’ vowed Vicky before taking her glass of vodka into the bathroom before beginning to run her bath, ‘after this nightmare is over I shall ring Kevin Smith and ask him for another small supply just for emergencies such as this.’ But after she filled her bath the by then naked Vicky returned to the huge Bed upon which she had left the £2000 from the envelope and counting it again she realised just what a huge some of money this, ‘initial token’ was a huge sum of money to a woman who was spending more then she was getting from the regular allowance her husband sent from abroad to her bank account .
After leaving the suite at exactly 6.55 pm , all the while conscious of the glances she was getting from various Males appreciative of her short black low cut dress and
acutely aware of the soft leather underwear thrusting her nipples against the thin chiffon of her dress Vicky made her way downstairs in her ridiculously high heeled shoes and aware of just how much of her large breasts were on show Vicky now sat in the Hotel’s Green lounge nursing the long cocktail handed to her by an attentive Barman, but by now it was almost 7.15 and having sat in the quiet corner chair the Barman had led her to Vicky nervously awaited the arrival of Master X, or Sir as she had been told to call him and began to wonder if all this was not some kind of perverted joke on her.
But the opulence surrounding her told Vicky otherwise and wishing she could have a spliff to calm her nerves and under the occasional gaze of the barman who made an educated guess as to why the sexily dressed older woman was here, she studied each new arrival, apprehensively wondering if the fat guy or the old guy or even Arab then walking into the bar was him until, unseen by Vicky who was looking toward the entrance by the Bar, he was suddenly sitting in the chair besides her saying.
‘I trust I have not kept you waiting Mrs. Preston, I had to leave a few things in our room before coming down to meet you,’
Having been expecting a fat bald and sweaty man to be responsible for her being there Vicky was suddenly taken aback when she turned her eyes to the obviously tall extremely well dressed and, she had to admit, good looking well built man, maybe around thirty to thirty five years old with a smile and teeth that were both polished to perfection ..
End of Part 15
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